Chapter 268 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd Basement Floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-Affiliated Practice Area – Toilet Etiquette Injection Station. (7)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 2_Love Tek, 3rd basement floor, Common Sense Change Research Institute-affiliated practice area – Toilet etiquette injection station. (7)
────── Day 7
A room without a single window.
No, if you think about it, wouldn’t it be strange to have a window on the third basement floor?
However, only the stark glass partitions and the space between them fill the field with vision.
The sense of time is extremely delayed because you cannot see the scenery outside.
How many days have already passed, how many hours have passed… Basic senses have long since disappeared.
There was no opportunity to know how much time had passed, except for the occasional notification through the earphones that it was time to feed or go to the bathroom.
It’s not that there are no clocks, but the only thing that exists is the hour hand.
From the beginning, I had doubts about whether the clock was correct, and it did not tell me what day it was or how many days had passed since I was trapped in this space.
I was just able to realize that another day had passed through a voice whispering in my ear.
Therefore, the passage of time that Ha-eun actually feels is distant.
The knock-knock sound of water drops running down your thighs makes you even more conscious of the passage of time, like a moment when you become aware of each sound of the second hand… It makes me even more anxious.
I can’t see the sun setting or quietly rising.
The surroundings are always coldly illuminated by artificial light, slowing down the passage of time.
That makes me anxious again.
It led me to exhaustion and exhaustion.
One day, two days, three days, four days…
I’m so drugged that I can’t even get a moment’s sleep.
It must have already collapsed enough with that alone.
No, it has already collapsed.
Torture said to not let you sleep.
It could be said to be quite a historic yet vicious form of torture.
Due to the forced overdose of medication, Ha-eun was unable to fall asleep even for a single moment during her seven days, as she was forced to remain awake at all times.
A collapsing spirit.
You could say it’s brave that I haven’t gone crazy until now.
However, she herself is not even sure whether she is crazy or not.
By nature, crazy people do not think of themselves as crazy.
Fatigue that exceeds the limit distorts vision.
The whole world crumbles into fragments like a collapsing glass castle.
A world spinning round and round.
The cloudy focus wandered dizzyingly as if it had no place to go, and the head exhausted from fatigue blinked repeatedly as if to indicate its limit.
, Still, it cannot collapse.
Neither fainting nor momentary sleep are allowed due to the drug seeping into the body,
Like an old tree withering away in a snowy field, it is slowly depleted.
Water is all around… I can’t drink it, it’s like the rice cake in the picture.
Sometimes I suffer from fatigue… The consciousness, which seems ready to collapse at any moment, strangely maintains its cloudiness and never gives time for rest.
No matter how hard a person is, in some cases, they can make him as soft as cotton.
People who have studied and tested countless such methods.
Experience and data accumulated along with the twisted history of malice.
The results of countless cases and research make it easier and more vicious to manipulate people to their liking.
It engraves the scars of brainwashing and suggestion that can never be healed again on Ha-eun’s mind, which has already reached its limit.
As if pitch-black ink is sprinkled on pure white drawing paper, as if white snowflakes are trampled with black war boots.
A pitch-black ink that can no longer be erased is scribbled on Ha-eun’s mind.
Videos that are played non-stop, electrical stimulation that is overly lively, and a mind that is devastated to the limit.
It is surprisingly not difficult to destroy a person’s spirit at will.
Proof of that paragraph.
Already six days.
Ha-eun’s inner self, which had bottomed out with just that, did not seem to need any additional treatment.
Whatever has happened to Ha-eun’s mind so far has gone far beyond what is legal.
Anyone with the slightest sense of morality, or even just a little bit of common sense, would be unable to help but feel unbearable sympathy for Ha-eun.
To that extent, Ha-eun’s condition was miserable and miserable.
However, just, unfortunately.
For a researcher who is looking at Ha-eun right now, and a group of researchers.
You could say that they are people who deviate from the world’s common notions, to the point where they named their facility ‘Common Sense Change Research Institute Affiliated Practice Center – Meat Toilet Etiquette Injection Center’.
There is no way to expect a moral law based on common sense standards.
If they were people with a normal level of ethics, there would be no reason to plan such an experiment.
Curiosity and madness as pure as it is honest.
There is no sense of guilt whatsoever in committing such an evil act.
Just like a child inadvertently crushes an ant’s head out of curiosity.
There really is no reason, pure inadvertence.
There was no degree of goodness to the level of purity that could already be described as evil in itself.
There is no degree.
That obsession and curiosity that borders on madness.
It became a more radical idea, and it invaded Ha-eun’s mind.
At least six days.
During the 6th day, the images that were playing in Ha-eun’s eyes and within her brain at least adhered to the minimum human standards.
Although it was possible to find quite a few very maniacal and fanatical videos, it was still a video that was intended for commercial sales, so the minimum level of common sense laws had no choice but to be followed and were followed.
Of course, since the actors filming are dealing with equal human beings, human rights must be observed.
The Maginot Line that must protect the safety and human rights of actors.
Accordingly, although it may seem a bit extreme on the outside, there were some rules and safety nets.
For example, it is impossible to pour an entire 750ml bottle of 95.5-alcohol vodka into the anus, continue to treat someone so cruelly that it causes blood to flow, or try to breed a human with a pig from a real pig farm.〈 Br〉
Even if it exists, it is a minimal play.
Under mutual agreement, it will be nothing more than a well-made play that is only concocted and performed, rather than something that actually happens.
Therefore, the purity of the indirect experience that is actually engraved on Ha-eun’s body will inevitably be limited to some extent.
Even if you go into a men’s restroom and film a gang rape scene, it is nothing more than a planned activity.
All the men appearing are contracted actors, the location is chosen in advance, and the entry of unknown outsiders is strictly controlled.
In that state, what the woman will feel… No matter what, you have no choice but to make it up to some extent.
Even though Ha-eun’s values and memories have already been irreversibly tainted to that extent, it can still be said that their purity is lacking.
Yes, it is just a play, so it lacks purity.
Awkward gestures, eye movements, and strange compositions that you have no choice but to look for.
The screams of despair are not enough to say she was being raped, and the bright will in her pupils is disturbing to say she was just dropped.
Work only.
But that alone can diminish a person’s dignity.
Nevertheless, an unavoidable filter called business-related cannot help but exist between the two.
Malice and madness are both formal lies.
Accordingly, the memories of that day engraved on Ha-eun, who could only experience her emotions and memories, left a little space.
Well then.
If so…
What if the actor is not human?
What if there could exist a being who has the appearance of a human, but is not seen as a human being and whose human rights are not guaranteed under the laws of the Republic of Korea or under the rules and treaties of recognized international organizations?
Even if a minor mistake occurs and the subject dies or falls into a state close to death, what if there is a subject that only causes problems at the level of property damage?
Now──
Even so, can the basic, basic, common-sense moral laws and ethics that humans possess function properly?
Yes, so to speak, ‘livestock’
An entity deprived of human rights recognized and permitted by the world.
They are not treated as the same person and are not protected.
There are no safety measures, it is no longer a play.
A reality that is just happening in real life.
Ethics, laws, and human rights are unilaterally ignored and trampled upon.
Human malice that deviates from the line is more disgusting and terrible than you can imagine.
Just by looking at it, it distorts a person’s image and twists it into madness.
A level of malice that can distort someone’s strong outlook on life and beliefs just by looking at it from the perspective of another person, from a safe place.
That… If the reality of what happened to ‘livestock’ who were not properly treated as human beings was engraved directly into Ha-eun’s mind, which was already on the verge of collapse.
The last seven days.
The rest of the day continued in Ha-eun’s mind… If we continue to regenerate, stimulate, and infuse.
Indeed, you are in this cage.
What does it look like and what kind of expression does it make it smile?
I just want to see that.
An individual who has surpassed human limitations, called a superman.
How beautiful would it be if a being at the top of society who should be upheld and praised was now more miserable and meaner than anything else and became an inferior livestock?
And, if I could create that livestock with my own hands, if I could bring out its appearance myself…
How rewarding and heart-pounding is that?
Curiosity, obsession, and childlike pure malice.
It causes training to proceed beyond the planned range.
Probably something that wasn’t in the original plan.
However, although there were some differences between the opinions of the customer who entrusted this beautiful and decadent female and the plan, the direction was somewhat consistent.
You must have agreed.
Just my own illusion, my own runaway.
The madness of the researcher who lost self-control─ distorted Ha-eun’s values even more severely.
I no longer restrained myself.
Eventually, beyond Ha-eun’s field of vision, a new video began to play.
She was already showing off her uniqueness from the beginning.
Overwhelming rain and ethics that cannot be compared to common sense videos.
An expression of cruel sadism that refuses to follow.
And the level of extreme reality makes you wonder if it would be okay to go this far.
No, there is no need to consider reality.
The video shown on the screen only shows what happened in reality.
However, it is difficult to believe that this actually happened… The image beyond the screen was too unrealistic.
All kinds of ugly and terrible acts can occur when a human turns towards someone who resembles a human but is not human.
The minimum amount of self-control a person can possess, when one is allowed to put down that sensible appeal until the very end.
How far can malicious intent be revealed?
The result appears black in Ha-eun’s vision.
It begins to be engraved in my mind one by one.
A feast of promiscuity that turns common sense into foam.
Human rights are nowhere to be found, and textbook morality no longer exists.
All those scenes, Ha-eun herself now becomes the gaze of the livestock, and she has no choice but to experience these extremely realistic sensations and memories with her own body.
Electrodes connected directly to brain cells.
The irritating electrical signals emitted from there were already extremely harsh, but the vicious devices in this laboratory did not stop there.
A forbidden secret art that should not be used against people.
However, it was only possible because the target was livestock.
At the same time, it was an illegal method in itself that could have been directed at Ha-eun because she did not care about the law at all.
Extraction of the subject’s emotions using pigments and samples through special magic.
Because it is an act of tearing a person’s living emotional mass into pieces using magic, this magic itself is already a violent crime equivalent to causing injury or death, and due to its danger and viciousness, international regulations have already treated it as a taboo.
It is a work that vividly cuts the emotions and memories of a living person, breaks them into pieces, and brings them out to the outside world.
There was no way the procedure and process of the spell were normal, and there was no way the pain and aftereffects inflicted on the subject were normal.
And since the torrent of emotions and pain felt by the subject at this time also seep into the residue of emotions that are completely captured, the subject to whom the extracted decision is injected in this way also cannot be expected to be in a normal state.
The results, the process, the subjects and the recipients… A taboo that pollutes everyone’s soul.
However, the subject of extraction was only livestock, so it was possible to use it because human rights could not exist.
These are livestock that have been subject to extraction… A permanent and fatal disability awaits you, but there is no kind person here who cares about that.
A fragment of a nightmare, an extract of strong emotions, that was obtained in that way.
Naturally, the act of injecting this evil product into other people was strictly prohibited, but permission was granted under the premise that it was used on ‘livestock’ for which human rights do not exist.
It is an extremely poisonous poison that we cannot be sure what effect it will have on the human body just by injecting it.
Wouldn’t it be more vicious because it kills the spirit, not the body?
An extreme poison that prevents you from enjoying rest even if you die.
Of course, the thought of administering such an illegal drug to Ha-eun, who was only a temporary slave, really did not exist…
I honestly wanted to see it.
This innocent curiosity, that’s it.
I wonder how long this sturdy guinea pig can withstand this forbidden product.
How it will be ruined, what kind of smile it will make.
I just wanted to see that.
Which path, the essence of science.
I want to know. Miss you. I want to check it out. I want to experiment. Furthermore, I want to prove it.
For that reason alone, someone else’s life, life, and soul are dragged into a mess.
Fragments of memory being carefully instilled.
Emotions of that day.
Unlike simple electrical signals, more essential emotions and memories flow through the needle into Ha-eun’s soul.
Ha-eun’s body is identical to that of having no resistance to drugs or magic.
Ha-eun’s mind is devastated until it reaches its limit.
All of those adverse conditions mix together and break down the dam in Ha-eun’s heart without any addition or subtraction.
The extracted fragments of emotion seep into Ha-eun’s mind, polluting her soul.
Now, for Ha-eun, what the livestock experienced that day can no longer be experienced by others.
The emotions that Ha-eun is thinking about now perfectly match the emotions that the cattle felt that day.
Semi-permanent synchronization
Milk tea made by pouring milk into black tea cannot be classified again into milk and black tea.
At best, it can be said to be a fragment of emotion, a truly insignificant amount compared to the size of the memories and emotions Ha-eun must have felt throughout her life.
A handful of tea leaves seems to make the water in the bathtub bitter.
A single drop of emotion causes ripples and confuses Ha-eun’s heart.
An unknown animal, its dense emotions and memories mix with Ha-eun’s mind and become one.
In a normal state, various forms of self-protection mechanisms necessarily exist.
The inside of a person is surprisingly strong and is not easily shaken by any external stimulus.
Although it is said to be the result of terrible magic, it will be completed with minimal contamination.
I may suffer from unidentifiable PTSD every night from now on, but the human body’s mental defenses were strong and strong enough to put an end to it.
However, it is limited to people in normal condition.
Ha-eun’s magic barrier and drug resistance are now virtually non-existent due to repeated drug administration.
A mind that has been overworked for nearly six days due to insomnia.
Obedience created through corporal punishment and rewards that are engraved directly into brain cells.
The brain is broken down to be more receptive to external stimulation through repeated brainwashing and drug injection.
What was supposed to be just an occasional fit, ended up overflowing into Ha-eun as a form of synchronization that made her see self and other as the same…
It can only be described as a terrible misfortune.
The miserable cries of the livestock in the video echo through Ha-eun’s lips.
The scenes in the video just continue indifferently.
There was no way there was only one prepared video, and similarly there was not even a single prepared extract of emotions.
Even if you take enough, you can use it all day.
The last ──Day 7.
Ready to have a more rewarding day than ever─
This researcher was fully prepared.
That’s just the greatest misfortune that will befall Ha-eun.
Sometimes a day can be as long as a lifetime for some people.
Just such a story.
