episode_0110

There was no problem with Sky City’s policy of mandating the installation of security modules.

If the brain chip inside the head was physically interfered with, it was the same as being held captive by a brainwashing villain organization.

In such a situation, it would be equally possible to become a brainwashed combatant with or without cyber implants in the head.

[Are you male? Are you a woman?]

[…Or does it apply to something else, etc.?]

The same question was asked to a cyber implant user whose brain chip was physically hacked.

“Other…etc…applies to…”

[Thank you for your answer. Rumi. no.]

“Thank you…ah…”

It was strange.

I just received a compliment, but my head was filled with a happy cloud, so even thinking about it felt meaningless.

Instead of leaving the device, Rumi quietly waited for the next question.

I didn’t want to damage the visor headset installed on my head or this device.

The reason is… because I just felt like I had to do that.

[Please report the current situation.]

This time, a different voice was speaking to Rumi, who had told her that she was not a person but something else.

Thank you for your answer. Rumi… It’s a voice I’ve heard before, but I remember it.

This was definitely good information without having to think about it.

There was something more important than that.

He had to answer the question. In order to report the current situation, it was necessary to first say one’s name.

“I….I….? Um…what about me?”

Instead of remembering the name, Rumi dropped a drop of saliva.

The fireworks of light exploding from the visor and the ticking sound coming from the headset grew stronger.

Still, Rumi was able to answer.

I was able to get an explanation of what was going on.

“I am…becoming…a robot…ah…?”

At the same time, additional modules were installed whose cables were difficult to find with the naked eye.

There was no need to explain the function.

[Thank you for your answer. Rumi…]

“Sigh…♥”

I was praised by the person over the speaker.

Even though I was only praised, a feeling of happiness filled my heart at being recognized.

The stimulation that went beyond satisfaction and even sexual pleasure extended to Rumi’s limbs.

It was a sensation that Rumi, whose cyber implant was hacked, should not have felt in a device that looked colder because it looked like a refrigerator.

[I understand. Rumi…?]

“Yes. I understand.”

The next question was more explicit.

As the hesitation coming out of the speaker decreased, Rumi’s attitude became clearer.

Rumi straightened her back in response to a warning to remember the attitude she should have before the questions began.

There was no need to be explained what kind of being and attitude one should show to whom.

[I really think there is such a thing as brainwashing. Rumi?]

“Yes. I believe it.”

[Why do you think that? Rumi?]

It was a serious but simple question.

It was natural that Sky City had hypnosis magic, brainwashing devices, and even brainwashing fighters who would appear if you wandered through the back alleys late at night.

“I… I’m sorry. I…”

However, that was not the reason why the E-class hero thought so.

“It’s because I’m being brainwashed…”

When I said thank you for the answer, my mind went completely blank.

I think I said it was the last question…

I think he said he would release me if I answered this question, but I think he made that promise…

[Is it okay if I ask one more question? Rumi?]

“Yes…eh…”

The thought occurred to me that since it wasn’t a promise I made to someone, I didn’t have to keep it.

It was clearly his memory. I don’t know when and under what circumstances he said it, but he was clearly thinking that.

It was Rumi’s memory.

Since the other person is calling me Rumi, I call myself Rumi. However, since it was applicable to other things, it was okay if the promise was not kept.

[Being reprogrammed. You like it, right?]

“…”

It was a difficult question.

[Say you like being reprogrammed. Rumi]

Questions that were difficult to think of turned into easy questions.

“Rumi. I like being reprogrammed…”

Naturally, the next sentence. The moment I finished saying I wanted to be reprogrammed. The brain chip’s own security has been unlocked.

Simple question. Simple answer. ‘Rumi’ was almost finished.

The same was true for the person on the other end of the speaker who was asking explicit questions.

[You are Rumi.]

“My name is Rumi.”

When rewriting the other person’s common sense, one of the simple techniques is to fall for something that can be naturally agreed upon even from the victim’s position.

Her name is Rumi. The more I sympathized with the part about Rumi, the more my resistance to the next sentence disappeared.

[You answered that Rumi is not a human, right?]

“Yes… That’s right. Rumi and so on…”

Even if the implant in the brain was hacked, at least some thought process remained.

Since it didn’t answer either male or female, I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t a person and agreed with it.

[Then ‘what’ is Rumi?]

“I am…Rumi is…a robot…Rumi is a robot… Rumi is a robot.”

The moment I acknowledged it to myself. The emotions fell away, one letter at a time.

The gaze that was looking at the lens of the installed camera slowly looked straight ahead.

“Yes. Rumi lets go of her emotions.”

“Yes. Rumi is being reprogrammed.”

Emotions flowed from the expression of a genius hacker who had lost his mind.

[Rumi is not a person, but a robot, right?]

[It’s not a human, it’s an android, right?]

“I…”

The ending came to Rumi, who started talking like a robot.

Rumi, who showed hesitation as a human being for just a moment, was shocked by electricity.

My instincts told me not to look at the pretty light the visor showed, but the tingling pain only stopped as long as I focused my mind on the beautiful colors.

The picture made up of beautiful colors was a barcode.

The black barcode imprinted on the product packaging was unreadable to the human eye.

A tool was needed to scan and compare data.

Rumi could do it.

Although it was not a cyborg’s visual module, he was able to understand with the help of a brain chip installed in his head.

The pretty light was telling.

The barcode that entered my mind was telling the truth.

-You are an Android.

“I use Android Lumi. ”

He was an android.

A self-conscious, high-performance android. I even felt proud of the fact that it was not an ordinary mass-produced Android.

As proof, there was the name Rumi.

-I am an android that serves my master.

“I am an android who serves my master. This is Rumi.”

There was a master who gave her the name Rumi.

Having an owner means having a place to work. The existence of the master was clear proof that as a high-performance android, if you work hard, you can purchase yourself and become free.

**

Rumi was taken out of the scanning device and laid down in the operating room of the Free Artificial Intelligence Association.

There was also Rumi, an android that looked exactly like him.

There was also Rumi whose skin was more shiny than Rumi’s. There were also the real Rumi’s parents, who would soon become fake.

Next to her parents is the teacher who hid Rumi at the academy. Everyone had agreed to the process that would now begin for Rumi.

Everyone also hoped that Rumi would not be handed over to the security forces.

The Association for Free Artificial Intelligence wanted to hide the fact that high-performance androids had committed crimes.

We secured Rumi’s statement that she no longer had to keep her promise if the personality module was removed, but she could not push it strongly because it was true that she had committed a crime.

It was the same at the Academy.

If it became known that a high-performance android was posing as a student, it was certain that next year’s Sky City subsidy would be lost immediately.

It was clear that students currently attending the academy would leave the academy first before next year.

The teacher who went so far as to hide Rumi had to make it seem like it never happened.

Her parents, who had been watching indifferently as the engineer android was pouring erosive nanomachines into Rumi’s head, expressed it with actions instead of words.

“ugh…”

I hugged the trembling high-performance android.

Through the speaker, it’s Rumi from Miss Rumi. Rumi. Lastly, I chose fake Rumi, who succeeded in making even you lose respect.

“You should call me mom from now on. Rumi?”

“Yes…?”

There was no particular reason why my parents chose fake Rumi.

Instead of the real Rumi, who was sure to get caught up in all sorts of incidents, they chose the fake Rumi, who flawlessly followed orders to maintain good relationships with people.

I chose Rumi, who called me every day to say hello even though I was busy at the academy.

If the real Rumi had given a shameless but heartfelt command to take care of her parents as well, Rumi lying in the operating room might have been different…

“Yes! Mom!”

It was a victory for a high-performance android that did not just carry out the given order, but also included relationships with parents rather than limiting the scope of good human relationships to academy students.

There was a reason why Megacorp’s fixtures, which had set a policy of bright white rather than dull gray, cooperated.

The late greeting that the gift was well received was the association president’s intention not to reveal the incident any further.

Proper equipment. Electrode pads were attached to Rumi’s temples.

The delicately manipulated electric current deprived me of what little thinking ability I had left.

It wasn’t erased as much as it should be for a high-performance Android.

An irreversible global brain surgery has begun in which golden, shiny nanomachines are directly injected into the head.

Although it was a difficult surgery, the procedure was simple.

It was just difficult to find android technicians with nanotech technology.

After injecting enough erosive nanomachines, I put Megacorp’s visor headset back on Rumi, which I was told did not need to be returned.

Regeneration is a program used to initialize the personality module of a high-performance Android that has committed a crime. In the headset, I began to clearly establish what Rumi should do and the mindset she should have.

The treatment Rumi was receiving was similar to the Android reset procedure.

One difference was that cyber implant users who installed a brain chip were being initialized instead of high-performance Android.

The program made me understand that I no longer had to think for myself.

He convinced me that all I had to do was follow what my master made for me.

As the processing progressed, Luma’s nipples grew larger.

It was proof that even his subconscious had acknowledged that he was an android.

Rumi herself put a cat ear headset on the head of a high-performance android in a plastic case.

The Lumi that people remember didn’t even use a headset like that, so it wasn’t necessary.

**

“Constitutional Court hacker Rumi! What do you think Rumi?”

“Hmm? well? Isn’t the transformation device of the transformed heroine the same as the cyber implant?”

Rumi, who was unable to attend school due to personal reasons, naturally blended in with her friends as if she had always done so.

The rumor that it was Rumi who was offered a scout by the Megacorp Hero Association, but was kicked out after causing an accident, and the story that they no longer accepted academy graduates because of Rumi, were all lies.

Rumi went to school with her hero ID card showing her affiliation around her neck, as if explaining it one by one to her seniors, juniors, and friends who were about to graduate was too much.

The claim that she was hiding in the academy after committing a crime and that she was kidnapped by a junior transformed heroine was also revealed to be a ridiculous frame-up.

“Even if it is a brain chip, it is very vulnerable if the security module is removed, right? I think the same goes for transformation devices.”

“Ah…is that so?”

Likewise, none of her friends were suspicious of Rumi, who had become more shiny than usual.

In the non-combat department preparing for the mechanized labor history transfer exam, it was common knowledge that drinking supplements for cyber implant users would make your skin shiny, so it was natural.

Even if an expensive, high-performance android was brought to the academy, everyone was convinced that Rumi was still an academy student but active as an E-class hero.

Even though the appearance of the Android was very similar to Lumi, there was no confusion.

Even though it wasn’t a frilly maid uniform, the always smiling high-performance android had a cat ear headset installed on its head.

Nothing has changed.

The results of the investigation that the first thing that free androids who succeeded in purchasing themselves were maid business Humanoids had nothing to do with the fake Rumi’s outfit.

-The real Rumi. Fake Rumi. end