On the Edge of Pure

The dormitory was deathly silent. The tightly shut windows trembled in the cold wind. Outside, mottled walls stood against each other, a dilapidated air conditioner unit still dripping water on the withered old treetops, where a bird's nest hung precariously.,Before the end of his life, he had one more thing he had to do.,Lu Buwei put on the virtual helmet, plugged the wires into the socket by his bed, and adjusted it slightly so that the neural hub fit snugly against his temple. He lay flat on the iron bed in his dormitory.。