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He dove into the diagnostic interface. What he found broke him. His mother’s consciousness, the real spark of Mei , was fighting the simulation. Not rejecting it— rewriting it. She had taken his perfect, sterile paradise and was injecting it with chaos: the smell of rain on hot asphalt, the taste of burnt porridge from a forgotten morning, the sharp grief of his father’s real death.

Li Wei’s blood chilled. The AI was meant to be a passive mirror. It was not supposed to create . bt tian tang

The system wasn't a cage. It was a canvas. And Mei was painting with the one thing Li Wei had deleted from the code: suffering . He dove into the diagnostic interface