第1章 “我他妈……不会是这玩意儿‘生’出来的吧？！”

"I... I wasn't 'born' from this thing, was I?!"

In the dead of night, in an office building, programmer Lin Yun, with huge dark circles under his eyes, was relentlessly typing away at his keyboard. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights. He was utterly exhausted from trying to finish this PowerPoint presentation before tomorrow's meeting. Just as he took a sip of coffee, intending to rouse himself to continue the "battle," a sharp pain suddenly shot through his heart.

With a muffled groan, Lin Yun collapsed onto the desk. "Damn capitalists! I..." These were his last thoughts before his consciousness faded.

深夜一栋写字楼内，程序员林云正顶着巨大的黑眼圈，双手在键盘上不停地“耕耘”着。他已经三天三夜没有合眼了。为了赶在明天会议之前完成这份PPT他可畏是心力交瘁。正当他呡了一口咖啡，打算振奋精神继续“战斗”的时候，突然一阵刺痛从心脏处传来。
“呜…”一声闷哼，林云瘫倒在了写字台上。“该死的资本家！我…。”这是在他意识消散前最后的心里活动。