A promise of love

It’s raining cats and dogs. A wet, moonless night envelops the outcast city of Kowloon. Cheng lies in a seedy basement. He lies on his bed and thinks, his eyes are turned to the ceiling. He receives a beep. An image file. “This is Olympus, the city of the Chosen”. Mei shows Cheng an image. “I come from there.” “And where is this place?” “Up there, beyond the layer of toxic clouds that envеlops Kowloon. The oligarchy of the Chosen Onеs rules the city and lays down the law. They format the soul of the dissidents. Everything is apparently well ruled but under the perfection...”. Mei hesitates for a moment, then continues: “Kowloon is functional in Olympus. They secretly use Kowloon humans to create experiences and memories that they collect in their powerful servers. This data is analyzed by their computers which have a huge database of human feelings and experiences. They use it exclusively to improve their lives in their perfect city. We are a great laboratory of data for their happiness

“If you describe it like that, it doesn’t sound like a good place, then” says Cheng looking at the image again. “It’s not. Promise me you won’t believe their lies.”