In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
Gradually, onlookers began to gather, their expressions indifferent as they watched the scene unfold.
An elderly man nearby advised, "You young people should disperse quickly; they won't let you enter District 3."
Another kind-hearted elderly woman added, "Standing out here in this icy and snowy weather will freeze you to the bone. Your parents have raised you with so much hardship, have you not thought of them when you do such things?"
"It's impossible to overthrow the corporations in the Federation; don't get your parents fired in the process."
At that moment, some students suddenly noticed that among the noisy crowd were demonstrators who had left earlier, one of whom said, "There really shouldn't have been any protest in the first place. What's the use of education reform? Can going to school feed you?"
"Moreover, they didn't check the weather forecast when they planned it, insisting on protesting on a Great Snow day!"