An Yan looked at the city with a face full of amazement, "These people... why do they all look so strange?"
Xue An said calmly, "Because they are all clones!"
"Clones?"
"That's right, clones. So they have no self-awareness at all and can only live by following predetermined routines. In fact, it's not just them; even this city was designed in advance. Everything is like an elaborate theater production, delicate yet illusory."
An Yan was shocked.
She never thought that those busy people outside the aircraft, whose faces showed joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, were all puppets without self-awareness.
Even this city, which outwardly seemed to be flourishing with bright lights and vibrant colors, was merely a splendid yet cold tomb.
"But why..." An Yan murmured softly, gazing at everything outside the aircraft, full of astonishment.
"What's the point of going through the trouble to create such a dead city? Or is this simply the fantasy of a madman?"
