In the laboratory at three o'clock in the morning, blue light flickered across the data screens. Lin Mo stared at the walls covered in sticky notes, densely packed with dates of various forewarned disasters that had yet to occur. He reached out, peeled off a yellow note that read "9.18 Stock Market Crash," and rolled it into a ball between his fingertips.
"Are you sure you want to delete these memories?" The phantom of the System Spirit descended from the ceiling, the human figure composed of translucent data streams more blurred than usual. "Every piece of future information you delete causes my core algorithm to lose a part of itself."
Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the taste of blood in his mouth. "The files from the Tesla Research Institute show that the butterfly effect has already begun to alter the trajectory of history. If this continues, you will completely vanish."
Chapter 38