Don't try to forget me

Chinco is not a neighborhood for pampered countesses and pampered sensitives implanted with enzyme enhancers, neurotransmitter accelerators and other brain-enhancing biotechnology. Chinco is the natural state of affairs in its original form, as the world was before the iPhone 6. Chinco is an urban reserve with preserved technical development. From the point of view of a degenerate civilisation, however, it is a tumour in the middle of a technological megacity that controls and directs the well-being of its inhabitants with sensors, cameras and sensors. But why does this amazing technical structure of civilization decide to solve one of its problems in the backward city of Chinatown? Have they finally understood that the only way is to return to the original and natural, or is it instead a great leap to a higher level, beyond any human consciousness? Basically, I couldn't give a shit if the pieces of dead bodies with black candles around them didn't degrade my stats. I hate those pretentious pablums from the City with implanted cell phones who naively think that Chinco Criminal doesn't have a brain of her own. He does. And she doesn't need any neurotransmitter accelerators to make her (well, me) realize that there's more at stake here than brutally severed hands or heads. (https://www.brokilon.cz/)