In 2033, mankind will achieve immortality. For a sum of money, you can upload the image and memory of this life. In the virtual world built by data, you can buy paradise. Programmer Nathan is forced to choose to upload after a traffic accident, only to discover that he is missing parts of his memory...
The most interesting thing about this drama is the imagination of the future world: shared bicycles will automatically return to their positions, driverless cars will take over the mainstream, and the screen of the mobile phone will automatically jump out when the palm is spread out.
All of the above are just piggybacks. Eternal lifespan and endless time are miracles. The deceased living in the clouds have almost the same life experience as before, and can even attend their own funerals in person.
Of course, there are still some differences. Worldly desires and the meaning of life dissipate with the smell of sweat. If enough data lasted indefinitely and monkeys could tap out Shakespeare sonnets on a printer, wouldn't you plunge into the flood of data to self-destruct?
The series presents complex emotional interpretations in the context of technology. Like Black Mirror, the technology's microscope can see humanity more clearly. Love and hate are hard to sleep with death, even if you prolong life with numbers, there is always something else that separates people.
There are also tiers of uploading worlds, depending on how much money the uploader's financial backers give them. Parents don't want their son who died young to grow up there, they only want to spend money to keep him as he was when he was young; the mother is reluctant to buy a data protection case worth forty dollars for her son because of poverty; the girlfriend holds financial power from birth to death, Even if her boyfriend buys a bag of chips, he has to pay her the bill.
The life of the lower class is even more difficult, because there is no money, and only the fifth page of the novels on the bookshelf can be seen; the child is squatting in the corridor and playing with a broken cardboard box; it may also be frozen at all times and become static data.
The audience had to sigh at the sophistication of the production team, which added a real texture to the play. They want you to spend money, that's capitalism, and Charlotte Bronte may have to change her rhetoric - you and I are not standing before God as equals when we walk through the grave.
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