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She pulled up her own Harmony Index: 94. She could afford to lose a few points.

Her son, Jun, shuffled in, his school uniform already pressed by the apartment’s wardrobe drone. He wasn't eating the congee she’d prepared. Instead, he was staring at his wristband, frowning.

She took the mag-lev train. The windows displayed soothing animations of koi fish. Everyone stared ahead. No one spoke. Conversation was inefficient. The Jia discouraged it unless scheduled. asian domestic zone

“But the market is in the Redemption Corridor,” Jun whispered.

Mei smiled. For the first time in years, it wasn't the polite, ADZ-approved smile. It was real. She pulled up her own Harmony Index: 94

The Asian Domestic Zone (ADZ) wasn't a country. It was a state of optimized living. Spanning across reclaimed lands from Singapore to Shanghai, the Zone was built on one core principle: domestic harmony. Every action—cooking, cleaning, parenting, even dreaming—was gently guided by the House Mind, an AI that locals called Jia (Home).

Asian Domestic Zone Sector 7-G, Singapore Nexus He wasn't eating the congee she’d prepared

And somewhere in Sector 4, a little girl petted a cat that didn't exist on any official log.