My Diary
I live in an era where bodies can be repaired, consciousness uploaded, and memories saved and copied. By law, a legal human must be a unique fusion of mind and body. Any consciousness detached from its physical shell, regardless of whether it retains the capacity for thought, is no longer considered 'human' in the eyes of the law—it can only be forcibly purged as illegal redundant data. My job is to verify whether those 'already dead' truly deserve to vanish from the system forever.
Today, like any other day, I turned on my computer...
