We always sing praises to the "founder myth" of Silicon Valley, but we dare not mention the hands that are still scrubbing toilets in the data center at four in the morning.
We love the glittering gold of Wall Street, but we have never seen how a woman uses code to break those gold bricks and make them into weapons.
This novel is a story about revenge, technology and female awakening.
It is not Mary Sue, not a refreshing article, not a chicken soup for entrepreneurship.It's the stifled scream trapped in an overheated CPU fan, the fierce backlash against algorithmic abuse, and her final realization before death :
"You killed me with the code I wrote? Very good, now I will bury you with it."
In this fictional world of the future, we see not only high-rise buildings, satellite systems and neural chips, but also a roadmap for how an insulted person at the bottom can accurately fight back.
This book is dedicated to:
You who are defined as "low-value people" by algorithm labels,
You who are trapped by systemic gender bias,
And you who secretly shed tears in front of the bathroom mirror and still put on lipstick to continue fighting.
You are not garbage. You are a bug, a variable, and the starting point of program crash.