Mo Ling was sizing up these future humans, and some of them were sizing him up as well.
While he was looking elsewhere, a strange device quietly aimed itself at his cube head. After a while, the person holding it gently tapped Mo Ling on the shoulder.
Mo Ling turned around instinctively, and his view shifted with him. Only then did he see a young man dressed in yellow.
"Looking for me?"
Mo Ling was still wondering why this young man had suddenly approached him when the other party started chatting on his own.
"Could you introduce today's outfit for us?"
The young man in yellow raised the device and held it before Mo Ling, then casually began asking questions.
?
Mo Ling tilted his head. His brain crashed upon hearing the question.
"A simple introduction is fine. I think your outfit today is very distinctive. Could you explain why you chose to dress like this?"
The other man asked again, his gaze incomparably earnest.
"Me?" Mo Ling pointed at himself uncertainly, and the bracelet on his hand spoke up as well.
Seeing that even Mo Ling's way of speaking was so unusual, the young man in yellow's eyes lit up again, and he nodded eagerly.
What was there to introduce? Mo Ling had no idea.
Mo Ling looked at his hospital gown. Director Wang's coat was draped over his shoulders, making him look as though he had just run out of a hospital.
"Why are you wearing a hospital gown? Do you think you're sick?"
Of course not... Mo Ling shook his head and was about to answer when the young man directly offered his own interpretation.
"Then you think society is sick! Everyone has become a patient!"
Mo Ling froze again at those words. Just as he was