"What should we do next?" Jiang Ling walked out of the locker room and asked Yu Nuanxin who was waiting outside.

"Now, you can go to the cemetery or continue to visit the commercial district. I don't have any recommendations. If you don't want to do anything, it's okay to go home. There will always be opportunities in the future." Yu Nuanxin provided three options in one breath.

"Let's go to the cemetery! Didn't you say that the projections of deceased relatives and friends can be automatically displayed there? I have never visited a grave like that." Jiang Ling said.

"As you wish."

The two returned along the same route, passed through the gate of the Hibernator Management Center again, and then walked towards a place where many stone tablets were erected.

According to Yu Nuanxin, there are no actual human remains in the People's Cemetery, and the inscriptions etched on the tombstones don't belong to any deceased individuals. From a past perspective, the mothership's recycling system seemed truly cruel and unfeeling. When friends and family passed away, they typically left behind only a few images, not even a complete body or ashes. Of course, she concluded by saying that modern people have become accustomed to this inhumane situation, artistically transforming it into a "concession of the dead to the living."

Jiang Ling walked between the stone tablets and looked for a long time but couldn't find the button that provided any operation.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to meet your old friends and descendants? If you have any." Yu Nuanxin followed her all the way, not understanding what she meant.

"Uh, you haven't said how to meet them yet. I thought the controller was pretty conspicuous."

"What controller?"

"It's the button that turns on the projection. I don't see an administrator here, so it should be self-service, right?"

"I know the administrator, but what is self-service? Can't I just think about it and see it?" Yu Nuanxin was confused.

"Think? Oh, now I remember. Is it a brain-computer?"

"Yes, that's right. Although that's a very old term, the principle hasn't changed much."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't install that thing." Jiang Ling said sincerely.

"So that's how it is!" Yu Nuanxin suddenly realized. "Then you must be a hibernator from long ago!" She spoke with a touch of respect and a hint of subtle contempt. "I've heard from my colleagues that there are indeed a very small number of hibernators in the past who cannot adapt to the consciousness-interconnected machine for their entire lives. But don't worry, modern prosthetic technology can solve this problem. I believe you will be able to experience the full reality soon."

"My current reality is incomplete?" Jiang Ling was horrified.

"In our opinion, that's true," Yu Nuanxin replied. "You're now isolated from cyberspace, unable to see the vast information flow around you. To use the professional terminology of the Citadel, you're equivalent to, uh, information blindness. Forgive me if I haven't said that word in a while, the pronunciation is a bit strange. Even your memory chip won't work if you're like that. I think you might have to go to school from now on."