Lin Xian stood at the top of the high-rise, his feet perched on the metal piping, surrounded by several drones with alarms buzzing.
Looking at the beautiful female synthetic human in front of him, an information directive flickered on Lin Xian's retinal projection.
[For the development of human Glory civilization, please commit suicide!]
Lin Xian frowned slightly: "Me? Suicide? What's that got to do with human civilization?"
"To cope with the resource depletion triggered by solar flares, 90% of the global population will voluntarily end their lives through the neural implant protocol, in exchange for the continuation of 'human civilization'." The female synthetic human explained calmly, as if she were a considerate waitress: "Number 17695516, as a type-II intelligent human, your social agreement specifies that you have the responsibility and obligation to contribute to the world."
