Chapter. 10 Lead and Silver Coins (20)
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“An excellent choice! The judgment and determination of District 47’s elite! “You have truly made the right choice for the future of humanity!”
I approached the man quietly and asked him to act together, but he made a fuss to the point that I frowned.
“…Isn’t there that much talent in the administration? Why you again?”
“So I’m in charge of the administration’s external activities?”
A man smiling with a face as if he were holding a rope from a cliff.
The administration’s spokesman, Karel Bellemont, continued to heap praise on us.
“As you know, most of the administration is made up of people who were researchers or engineers in the past. Since we are all a bit… introverted people, we don’t have any talent for diplomatic activities like this. “Everyone highly recommended me, so I became the person in charge of external activities.”
“Um… first of all, you’re a researcher too, right?”
“yep! ”
“What papers were published or achievements that made you famous before the Great War?”
“I was a bit young back then….”
“Then what results did you get from the research you participated in after the war?”
“Well… while I was working hard, I was recommended to be in charge of external activities…”
‘As expected. ‘I got kicked out because I was incompetent.’
I thought this person was really stupid, and it seemed like he was not very welcome within the administration.
A common case of ‘getting on the wrong line’. I got a decent amount of food, but it was hard to compare to the people in the dome’s administration, so I ended up doing odd jobs here and there. If I had gone to the Executive Department or the Inspection Department, I might have been treated as an ordinary member….
“…Cheer up.”
“yes?”
As I looked at that confused face, I felt like the future was very dark.
I was so frustrated that the people who sent this guy to be in charge of external activities were the only allies I could count on right now, but I couldn’t help it. In this crazy situation, the closest thing to an ally was the administration.
Inspection department? It failed because it stuck with the Raptor and could turn around at any time.
Executive branch? Hmm… I coveted this one too. But these are the fanatics who joined hands and robbed them together. The box that fell into their hands is being handed over to the Artists’ Union?
A group expected to have a connection with the main target at this time. This one also fails.
‘It would be very reassuring if we had just 40 skilled soldiers. There is no real force and the only answer is the one administration….’
What can be done? I should at least use this well.
In a game, you soon have to infiltrate enemy territory, but instead of combat mercenaries, you receive mercenaries for research purposes.
Fortunately, it was not to the point where the administration, which became our ally, could not use it too much.
“Let’s see… Oh, here it is. “This is a research record on an unfinished transformation device!”
Since we had decided to intervene before the Artists’ Union’s actions became uncontrollable, we could not waste even a second. You have unintentionally become a first responder, but if you rush out without any information and end up wandering in the wrong place in such an emergency, it is a timeout.
Ultimately, the goal of this operation is to ‘suppress the mutation device’, so there is no way that the original owners, the people who studied it for 5 years based on the best technical personnel, would have no information.
I almost snatched the document that Karel had handed over and looked through it.
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[Top Secret]
[Non-peaceful War Ending Project No.9]
[Wide Area Brain Wave Interference Device Orpheus Project]
[Records of Researcher James.15]
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“Wide Area…. Brain Wave Interference Device ? Orpheus? “Carel, is this right?”
“I told you. Even if it is impossible to realize, it is a technology that has political influence. “Wouldn’t an old-fashioned new strategic weapons project be worth it?”
Palak Palak.
My hands turning over documents became faster and faster. The typefaces that caught my eye remain in my mind and are organized by Hyde. The more I read, the more I felt curses building up in my throat.
The person who made this is crazy.
[Science and science will destroy the world….] A
summary of the journal of a researcher using the pseudonym James 15, a 20-page confidential document.
This device called ‘Orpheus’ was, in a word, a suicide induction device.
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….Now that the possibility of dataization of human consciousness has been opened by Andrei Gedroits and his colleagues. In academia, technology that directly interferes with the human mind is being researched in earnest. We focused on one thing. If it is possible to replicate all of a person’s memories by converting them into electronic data, is it possible to return the converted memories to a person’s consciousness? Even if that memory is completely different from the original memory?
The faces of my grandfather, who suffered from dementia in his later years, and my grandmother, who was sad that she could not even remember herself, came to mind. If memories could be extracted like data and then reintroduced, maybe…
…. Research was going smoothly. The Gedreuts Company’s first research team willingly cooperated with the study. If they are leaders in learning AI research, they can take care of the psychological approach that is lacking. These people are geniuses. I heard geniuses call me a genius. It’s a shame.
….I was surprised to see a clue. Is this really possible? It was a small node that could not be considered a memory, but it succeeded in creating a feeling of déjà vu. I have lived as an atheist all my life, but lately I have been thinking about going to church. Will you forgive me Lord?
….The number of soldiers around the lab increased. It’s been almost two months since I heard any news from the outside due to secrecy, but the atmosphere was suspicious. A military official suggested that we approach our memory implantation devices from a ‘different direction.’ There is no need for memories to be delicate. Human overload of unacceptable capacity? What on earth are these crazy people talking about? This is absolutely unacceptable. Our research is for people with Alzheimer’s! Never before I get dirt in my eyes!
….Adam. Jamie. These friends were too precious to die like that. The rumor was true. I survived being dragged into the hands of soldiers in an exploding laboratory. The car my colleague was riding in exploded right in front of me. People who wanted to leave their names in history disappeared without leaving a single body behind. A soldier who stuffs me into a military truck like a piece of luggage and uses the radio to urge retaliatory bombing of all major cities. It was an order to burn down the entire city, which everyone knew, but no one objected. The world and the soldiers. Everyone went crazy. Maybe me too. In my mind, the faces of my colleagues whom I would never see again and the design of the human overload device appeared alternately.
…. Another failure. I thought it was complete with just one more step. Human testing has already been successful! Even with just headphones, you have to expose it for over 10 hours for it to be effective. This… is just a torture device. Orpheus is not the weapon of mass destruction I wanted! No matter what I do, I can’t produce enough output to approach human memory! What on earth is wrong!
….my legs feel weak. The blood that flowed from my side soaked my pants and they were so heavy. I read my memoir that I have written so far. My diary in which I write down every single fact that should never be revealed. Maybe he wanted to confess. Maybe I wanted to make an excuse for tarnishing our brightest moment to the colleagues I would meet after death. That too is over now. The sound of Allied gunfire came right in front of the lab. I also have a gun. A small pistol that holds only one round in the chamber. He’s really kind too.
My revenge ended up being incomplete.
Disappointing and fortunate.
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Following Zeus Agni Horus Moses, this time it is Orpheus.
Sometimes, I thought that scientists were really like children. Since this is the masterpiece of a lifetime, isn’t it natural to want to give it a fancy name?
[The person who creates something like that should be called a ‘mad’ scientist, not just a scientist. Crazy kids are a bit sentimental.]
‘It’s a reasonable inference.’
Anyway, it is said that the identity of the [box] was a weapon of mass destruction whose name was not revealed to the world because it ended up being unfinished.
Yes, a weapon of mass destruction. This means that it is not a transformation device, but rather a type of unique weapon.
“…It wasn’t created with the intention of becoming a variant in the first place.”
“At the beginning of the war, little was known about how mutant viruses worked. At the time, military officials seemed to have wanted a brainwashing device like something out of a cartoon, or something that would make your head explode like a watermelon when you shoot out sonic waves, but realistically, that wasn’t possible. “What this scientist, known as ‘James.15,’ chose to do was to implant ‘glitches’ in the brain through brain wave stimulation, thereby destabilizing the mind and causing one to go mad.”
“If it’s a ‘glitch’…. an error? “Did I understand it correctly?”
“To explain it more easily, it is an artificially created delirium. “This research started with a treatment for Alzheimer’s, so there would have been a lot of overlap.”
Delirium. Delirium.
A type of geriatric disease that causes hallucinations, delusions, anger, etc. in a short period of time. However, the device was left unfinished, and the developer’s records also mentioned low output, low range, and slow effect time.
Slowly –
the memories that come to mind at that time.
[The boy who came out of the shield collapsed, had a seizure, twisted his body and became a mutant.] It was
very instantaneous, overcoming Orpheus’s shortcomings, and had a wide enough range to cover the entire dome.
[Missing scene with almost no traces of blood. Traces of a violent battle.]
Traces proving that there were only traces of destruction and no actual injuries.
What if it wasn’t a battle, but a trace of the mutant going on a rampage alone due to the madness that lingered like a lingering feeling even after the change?
The ambiguous type 3 variant that we saw in the video with unharmonized traces. What if these are traces left by unique mutants roughly around type 2.5?
All the facts pointed to one thing.
‘Completed. Someone perfected that old generation killing weapon. And in the most fucked up way!’
The professor recalled the skin mask safely hanging in his arms.
An object that even the intellectual group Dome, known as the darling of old technology, failed to uncover its principles and production methods.
They are a group that has succeeded in maintaining a relationship close to symbiosis beyond the level of processing mutants, and they claim that all humans except newly born children should die.
The group that attacked the dome in the first place and ultimately took the box.
Happy-Blind.
“It must be among these guys. “The guy who hijacked the box, completed it, and is maintaining it.”
The guy who completed the [box] that W was testing for performance with great acclaim was inside Happy Blind.
The goal, which had been blurry, became clearer and more and more focused.
Now we have absolutely no fighting power. Just one shot. One operation against the target is probably the best we can do.
‘Of course, I don’t have any intention of using it alone like I’m some kind of hero.’
I thought about places where I could use the administration. Accurate information on your most important targets. knowledge. Technical personnel. Research…
Wow!
“technician! “Why did I forget this!”
The professor, who was sitting in the administration lobby mumbling, slapped his knee and jumped up from his seat.
“Inspection Department! Those guys from the inspection department were looking for a technician! “They’re having a hard time because they messed with the radio tower without knowing anything!”
“An engineer… Ah! The administration could just send a technician to the inspection department! Even though they are hostile to each other, they are not people who would not accept something for free! Once communication is established, you can inform Area 47 of the situation and request assistance…”
“No! Think about it, Ezel. Are you going to release the people who cut off communication to block the voting results when the matter hasn’t even been resolved yet? “I’m already having a hard time managing it using private technicians who don’t have any special skills, but they’re going to capture me and use me to work for them.”
“That’s what I heard. “Then what is it?”
What do you mean? Can’t you see this? Even if I tell you this much, you still don’t know? It’s so clear!
“You still don’t know? Ian Bex! “I told you everything!”
Ian and Bex shrugged their shoulders at the professor’s gesture as if asking why they didn’t know this.
“I can’t follow the conversation in the first place….”
“Don’t hesitate, just talk. “I’m going to explode, you bastard.”
“I’m going to explode inside! Oh really! [Take them away] They’ll make you eat them! If we send a technician, we will gently let him into the radio tower without touching a single hair and guide him safely to the core control device that is the center of this wide-area jamming?”
“Now wait a minute. “Go inside?”
“Yeah dude! Why do I need to completely fix it? All you have to do is send a message to Area 47! It’s a radio tower that has gone beyond Area 38 and turned off all nearby areas. Could it be that it can’t send a single message over the jammer? “If you don’t come back, we can all die. It’s the destruction of humanity. All we have to do is send a message and get out quickly. We can’t do it on our own, but the mechanized combat unit in Area 47 can easily punish Happy Blind!”
A professor who talks like it’s nothing, as if all you have to do is go out on the street and buy a hot dog.
Ezel wondered if he was completely stressed out by seeing the professor like that.
Enter the middle of enemy-occupied territory, use facilities completely under their control, and escape.
If this is easy, what is difficult? Should we stop orbital bombardment with our bare hands?
Ezel was planning to give some harsh advice to the professor who was talking nonsense.
“It’s easy, the inspection department is not stupid and they won’t get caught…. The moment they get caught, they will be hunted down like rats from the radio tower. Isn’t that right, guys?”
Even though the professor volunteered to take command, he respected the opinions of the group. Ezel turned around to ask for consent, and sure enough, the other two were nodding as well.
“Oh, that’s right. That’s a great idea. “If it’s an old-fashioned building, it’s sturdy and you don’t have to worry about it being buried even if you blow it up.”
“….Eh?”
“The enemy is a trained human soldier in a narrow building with many blind spots! Do it Hepburn! Actually… I’ve been worried that I’ve become useless and that I’ll be a waste of money once I leave the 40th division. With a mission like this, it goes without saying! “I’m going!”
“Hehehe! Now I can finally do something decent! To be honest, I thought my stomach was turning when I crossed over to area 40. Move quietly, avoid fighting, we don’t know who the enemy is, so let’s watch… This is not our way! “I applied the brakes so hard they were almost worn out!”
Ian said that it was no different from going to die, but instead he seemed to like it and ran outside, grinning.
“I’ll go to your accommodation and get the car, so think about what personal weapons you want to use!”
Ezel seemed so happy that he forgot what to say, and the professor came up to Ezel’s side and put his arm around his shoulder and said,
“Agent Ezel Raiden, defender of liberal democracy. The operation was approved by a 3:1 majority vote. As you said, it is a very dangerous place, so it would be better to have at least one more person, right? No way… you’re not going to abandon your friends and go see things alone in a safe place, are you?”
“Damn it… I always say this, but if I die here, Professor Park will be your bastard…”
“Ah, okay, okay. I accepted the curse, left the will, and I wrote it on the tombstone, and I wrote [Professor Park Books killed me]. “Okay?”
Instead of answering, Ezel buries his face in his hands. The professor smiled broadly as he looked at his resigned appearance.
“here! Bring me a set of administrative lab coats, some tools, and some medicine for the radio tower! Please bring a technician who knows how to work with tower communication devices!”
“Are you planning on infiltrating? Disguised as a researcher?”
The professor nodded his head sharply to Karel, who had an expression of ‘Oh, no way’.
“Just one of us. Me too, Ian Bex has a bit of a face, so it’s hard to get into him openly. “I have a friend who isn’t that famous yet.”
flinch!
Ezel, who had buried his face in his hands and was muttering something, stopped moving and began to tremble very violently.
Oh my old friend soy sauce gay bar. I made one good friend.
“….me?”
His face changed to an earthy color every moment and he pointed at himself with a finger, so he smiled brightly and nodded.
“Yes you. When I came in, I was stuck in the car with the radar running, and no one in the inspection department knows your face except that old guy. Since it is an old-fashioned building, it seems difficult to get through. “You go inside and open the door.”
I winked and said, ‘We’re friends~’ and I caught him getting up from his seat, not knowing what to do. If you like the guy, you say you like him.
“I’m going to die. You’re going to die! You’re going to die! “I’m going to die here!!!”
“Okay, okay. Admiral Yi Sun-sin also said that if you want to die, you will live. It’s good to see you already burning your will, Ezel.”
The last hope remaining in Ezel’s heart was fading away at the sight of the professor who seemed to have no intention of letting go.
Why did I go to this damn shelter that day?
Ezel, with tears in his eyes as he recalled the regrets he had repeated hundreds of times on the way, began to engrave the directions the researcher had brought him.
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