In modern science and technology, it is possible to implant other people's memories and knowledge into the human brain. Many secretly clone Shadow Warrior and implant their own memories in that clone. But this action is strictly forbidden by international law. Of course, cloning was forbidden.
Why is it prohibited? There are several reasons for this, but the first is that it is also theoretically possible to easily use a dream band to achieve it.
When playing virtual trip games, the Dream Band achieves a brain-machine interface that pulls consciousness into the virtual world by exposing electromagnetic waves to the brain and showing hallucinations. In fact, at this time, although it is extremely limited, knowledge and records are transplanted in the direct prefix. By applying and expanding this method, large-scale transplantation of knowledge and memory is also possible.
In addition, there are more decisive reasons. It is feared that by further developing the technology of knowledge and memory porting, it will be possible to rewrite human memory and even personality.
Shirako tried copying and pasting the entire body of knowledge and personality to no clone, but to no one else. When I did that, it seemed that the memory and personality of the two people would be mixed, and the original human knowledge and personality would be strange.
The source of the copy was a ten-year-old child. And as expected, he destroyed most of the personality at the copy destination, and his memory became dull. As a result of the strange mixing of memory and personality, the target person began to assume that his/her age was between the teenage years and the middle of the teenage years. The perception of one's age also varies from day to day. However, his speech and behavior make him feel younger, and he asks about his low mental age and mild intellectual disability.
I copied similar personalities and memories into a large number of people. The results were mixed. Some of them were broken instantly, but others were better than others. The vast majority cause intellectual disability or the spirit returns to the state of the child, but that does not serve the purpose of Shirako.
Shirako felt that she had failed at that point, but instead of disposing of it, she decided to let all the test stands go and ask about the situation. Most of them were vagrants. The reason why I let it go is because I thought it would be better to have stimulation in my life than to lock it up, because I spared no effort and no expense in managing it.
It takes time to achieve results. The number of test stands will also be large. I tried to raise the age of the original personality of Kopipe, and I tried Kopipe many times on the same person. There are no good results, but there is no fruit at all.
Studies that rejuvenate the mind may be said to have been successful at the beginning, but they are out of control. There is no point in infantilization or causing intellectual disability. You must prevent mental aging and control rejuvenation. Shirako and the others have spent more than thirty years trying to find a way to do it.
The first person to experiment on a ten-year-old child was a man named Masaki Aoizato, a colleague of Shirako's.
I have been observing it for more than 30 years, but recently, Shirako has been paying attention to this ash. Junko Yukioka was in direct contact with the ash, and she suspected that the ash was a finished product.
And ironically, since Junko Yukioka is involved, it is difficult to bypass them. The opponent is a backstreet living legend, a step two in overlife, and one of the Mad Scientist Triads. Shirako knows Junko Yukioka first-hand and knows that she is not a worthy opponent.
However, if the ash is a finished product, even if Junko Yukioka is involved, we cannot give up. I've been doing research for over thirty years. There's no way I can give up.
One more day has passed. Second day after surgery.
At night, Ashimasa chatted with Kurosuke as usual.
"Nothing in particular today. Boredom."
I typed in my voice and waited for Kurosuke's words.
However, Kurosuke does not enter it. I haven't heard back from you in a long time.
The reaction is still delayed, but--
Kurosuke-kun, are you asleep already?
I try to call it over and over again. Sometimes the response is delayed, but they always reply before going to bed. But even before bedtime that day, he did not speak.
(I wonder what happened......)
Ashes go to bed feeling anxious and confused
There was no reaction even when I woke up in bed. It is also not marked as read.
Even after one night, there has never been a reaction to last night's chat.
"What's the matter... Kurosuke-kun"
Ash Zheng muttered out loud as he felt more anxious.
If the dust had accumulated, it would have been at the bathtub when Junko finished her lunch.
There's someone here who wants to meet Junko.
Junko receives a report from Tsumijiro.
"Hey, you came straight to the back of the mountain like this."
muttering strangely. Considering the timing, I had an approximate idea of who came. Someone who was tangled in ashes.
"Have you heard the name?"
It was called Sakata Sakakadanoro.
"Are you my sister?"
I thought it was my sister's, but that was not what I expected.
When Junko entered the reception room by herself, a woman with a ponytail sat behind her and three men stood behind her. The woman in the ponytail looks familiar.
"It's been a long time. Mr. Yukioka - No, Mr. Yukioka....... but do you remember me?"
"I remember that." I worked in the same lab with Ashimasa-san and Shirako-chan.
A woman who stood up and lowered her head with a strange face - Junko smiles as usual at the edge of Sakata's color.
"However, we only worked in the seventh lab for a short period of time." I was immediately transferred to the sixth laboratory. "
She sits down on a chair, stretches her spine, and talks about the edges of the color.
"That's right." But I remember it for a while. You were silent, but I felt that you were wearing supernatural powers. And I could see at a glance that he was also treating my old age. "
“I'll be frank with you. How far do you know Snow Oka-san?"
The colour edge asks. It was a sincere tone, but it sounded like Junko was mixed with a slightly impatient tone.
"You and your sister, Shirako-chan, have been making a mistake and you've been working on a project to complete your old age for decades. The real purpose of Allaune's participation in Japan-China joint research was to consider whether Allaune's power could be used for mental aging. And with Allaunelli copying, I can control my brain a little bit."
Actually, there are others. The case of those who asked Junko to help Jingzheng was one of them, but they decided to keep silent.
”You know so much... you're still an amazing person, aren't you?”
It is not a flattery, but a genuinely impressive colour edge. I was even surprised.
"Oh, of course I know what you guys did to Ash Masaru." I had surgery and I had my alraunelli removed. "
"Why would you do that...?"
"I was close to Ashigaru-san, and I couldn't bear to keep her in that state."
"Excuse me. That's right. Why would I be weirder to say that?”
The coloured edges lightly bow your head.
"Compared to your sister, onee-san is polite, isn't she?"
Junko remembers her sister. She was a woman who did not resemble her usual deeds or words or the edges of colors. It was slutty, rude, with a lot of vulgar words and deeds, and there was a gesture that clearly looked down on others.
"I don't want to be compared, but that's right..." "But I couldn't abandon him and I've been looking after him for a long time..." How dreadfully ungrateful, shameless, polite, and finally loving. ”
"So now I'm fighting."
“The purpose hasn't changed together. That's why it's complicated. I've been trying to retrieve the test stands all over the place. Our results were not good, and all the money we recovered was taken away."
A coloured edge that spills a molested smile for a moment.
(Was it something like me treating a mouse as a shepherd and treating it as a stock?)
I think Junko listened to the story.
So, what can I do for you?
“Above all, I want to be sheltered first. There is also a prospectus that we would like you to help us if possible. It's a sad story, but we're cornered by Shirako. In addition, I wanted to know about Masaru Aoizato. Junko Snow Oka, one of the three madmen, put it under protection, and Masashi Aoizato thought it was the finished product, so we and the Shirako people are convinced."
(Snake--since she came into contact with Ash Masaru-san, now she's suddenly moving-)
Listening to the words on the edge of the color, Junko remembered the dialogue she had spoken on the phone with the client.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in such research." One thing is for sure: I refuse to hand over Ashigaru-san as your laboratory bench. "
Junko tells you exactly. The three men at the back saw the colour of agitation, but the edges of the colour did not change their complexion at all.
"However, if you are in the position of being pursued, you can put you under my protection, and I am not interested, but I can help you with some research on mental aging." If you put this dust in the bathtub, you'll be safe, and you'll be able to use the research equipment properly. "
“Thank you, I'm so sorry for your kindness.”
The expression on the color edge shines. And there were three men behind him, reassured and rejoicing.
“If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know.”
He's talking to the director here, Jiro-kun.
Having said that, Junko takes a seat.
(I knew it---I wonder if I'll let Ashimasa-san go after a while to lure Shirako-chan in.)
Leave the reception room and think while walking. I didn't do anything to Junko specifically, and it doesn't conflict with Junko's own rules, but at the moment, I already clearly see Shirako as an enemy.
(Ideally, the memory would return to its natural form, but if that's not the case, let's get Midori's help. That's because I also removed the Allauneri copy.)
Even though I was able to pull information from the edge of the color, I didn't intend to rely on it because I was doubtful whether it would be useful to restore the positive memory of ash.