Cognitive Corrector 2.0

Chapter 1: Tampered login interface

The third time Evan entered the Steam password, the screen suddenly gushed a thick black liquid. He hurriedly pulled back and knocked over his coffee cup, the brown Robusta coffee snagged on the keyboard into a strange smiling face, and a mechanical female voice came from the monitor: "Cognitive Corrector 2.0 has been forcibly installed, the current survival rate is 0.03%."

The apartment lights began to flash violently, and Evan was horrified to see a fluorescent blue progress bar emerge from his left palm. When he tried to wipe it with a tissue, the whole arm suddenly disintegrated and reassembled into a silver prosthetic with neural interfaces. The refrigerator door popped open to reveal thirty lilac injections labeled CRS.

"Initial task: Cancel ex-girlfriend's account at the memory bank." The sound of the system pierced directly into the cochlea, and Evan's eyes exploded a blood-red holographic navigation arrow, the direction of which was actually the coordinates of Emily's tombstone, who died in a car accident three months ago.

Chapter Two: The black market of memory

The cemetery smells of rotten electronics. When Evan touched the gravestone with his prosthetics, the marble surface suddenly turned into a touchscreen interface. Emily's smiling face appears in the account logout confirmation box, and the memory balance shows that she has 2 hours and 37 minutes of digital life left.

"Each tear is worth 15 seconds of system time." The man in black who traffics in memory fragments rises from the ground, his mask constantly switching between the faces of Evan's colleagues. On the trading table are memory capsules from the day Emily died, priced with all of Evan's childhood memories of his mother.

Suddenly a siren tears the air, and three cleaners with CRS badges break through the ground. Their brainwashing guns fired pixelated bullets, blasting the tombstones with neural chips that stored their last words. Evan rolled into the tomb holding the memory capsule and found countless coffins buried underground connected to the brain machine.

Chapter 3: Reality Filter Crashes

As Evan plunges the purple injection into a neck artery, the world suddenly fades into a wire-frame model. He saw his social accounts proliferate wildly in the void, each feed becoming a code worm that devoured reality. His former boss's tie becomes a data chain around his ankles, and the contacts in his phone address book are collectively embodied as gun-hunters.

"The mood swings exceeded the limit, initiating the three-level purification procedure." The systemic female voice became shrill, and Evan's retinas began to burn. He desperately recalls his first kiss with Emily to redeem his survival time, only to discover that that memory has been replaced with a CRS instruction manual.

Evan used prosthetic limbs to rip open his rib cage before collapsing completely. Where the heart should have been, there's a server chip with Emily's name on it. When he ripped through the glowing neural wires, the cemetery was suddenly plunged into absolute darkness, except for Emily's gravestone, 30 meters away, which glimmered blue - the physical coordinates of the system's mainframe.