Embers Ad Infinitum

Unlike most of the other floors’ Residential Zones, the rooms on the 349th floor were not built densely packed together. It could even be described as sparse.

As soon as Jiang Baimian stepped out of the elevator, she saw a small square.

In the middle of the square was a flower bed filled with soil. Green plants of different shapes were planted inside.

The light that scattered from the ceiling in this area was closer to the natural light on the surface, and it was not the usual illumination.

Jiang Baimian looked at the different flowers that had withered or bloomed. She turned into the left street and entered Zone C, Room 12.

After entering, she first saw a living room with a sofa, a coffee table, a chair, a radio, and other items. The living room was to the left, and an area that led to the kitchen was the dining room.

Deep in the living room were more rooms.

At this moment, a middle-aged man was sitting on a recliner by the window. He was reading a book under the light of the street lamps outside.

The elder’s black hair was still very thick, but it was mixed with a few silver strands. His eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were large. If he were decades older, he would definitely be a handsome lad not much worse than this genetically enhanced generation.

Jiang Baimian glanced at the elder, frowned, and pressed the switch on the wall beside the door.

Click!

The lights in the room were switched on, illuminating the place as if it were daytime.

"Dad, why aren’t you turning on the lights again?" Jiang Baimian reprimanded him with concern.

Jiang Wenfeng lowered the book in his hand and chuckled. "The street lamps are so bright, so why turn on the lights? You have to know how to conserve energy. Back when I was young..."

Jiang Baimian quickly touched her ear. "Ah, Dad, what did you say? Anyway, you have to protect your eyes!"

Jiang Wenfeng was wearing black clothes with pockets on both sides of his chest. He put down the book in his hand and stood up.

"Your ear is even worse than your grandfather’s before he passed away!" He deliberately walked to Jiang Baimian’s side and shouted, "Hurry up and undergo surgery. The effects of an implanted biological cochlear implant are at least three times better than yours!"

Jiang Baimian opened her mouth and laughed dryly. "I’m just afraid of surgery. It’s fine as long as it works."

"What’s there to be afraid of?" Jiang Wenfeng repeated the words he had said countless times. "Weren’t you also not afraid when you underwent genetic modification and underwent the biological prosthetic transplant?"

Jiang Baimian argued in amusement and exasperation. "I was already unconscious back then. How would I be afraid?"

"Won’t there also be anesthesia for surgery?" Jiang Wenfeng increasingly felt that his younger daughter would never allay his concerns.

Jiang Baimian fell silent for a few seconds before pursing her lips. "I’m just afraid of the feeling of not having any control. It feels like I’m dead."

Without waiting for Jiang Wenfeng to say anything, she quickly looked around. "Where’s Mom?"

"The company sent two boxes of apples. She took one to your brother’s place," replied Jiang Wenfeng helplessly.

"Oh, oh." Jiang Baimian pretended to be enlightened. "Do you want me to peel an apple for you?"