Play with Mad Scientists!

Harry remembers. That my grandfather, the parent of the upbringing, was telling himself.

'As long as you live, all creatures can taste life. It's a flavor of life, including pain. "

Sitting next to him, watching the sunset plunge from between tall piles of garbage, spreading a pleasant grin, his grandfather said.

The word, the sight, is still vividly remembered more than forty years later.

There are many who pinch the difference in his grandfather's theory. I know that. He said that those who gasp for poverty long after birth, those who remain in captivity for life, and those who are at the bottom of irresistible misfortunes, such as those who are sick of heart, would be very disagreeable. Harry since he got older is also totally unacceptable to his grandfather's words.

My grandfather went on to say more.

'Whatever the situation, people do their best in it. And even if you are in a situation that seems to be blessed by others, pain, insatiable desire and stress will always accompany you. It happens. But that's healthy. Life is stressful. Humans need pain, suffering and discomfort. People can be happier if they often don't get what they want. Stress is inseparable from a creature called man. On the contrary, if there's such a thing as complete stress free, it's more distorted and unhappy, right? Do you enjoy playing games like that where you never lose to enemies in Invincible Mode from the start and you get any items instantly? Real life is the same. The game is a thumbnail of life. "

To say why my grandfather talked about it, Harry was foolish in front of my grandfather when he said that his current situation was at the bottom of the dot. There must be plenty of happy people besides myself. But I've always been unhappy. It is jealous, regrettable, and resentful that there are people in the same world who think much more than they do. So he wants to destroy everything.

Harry was a war refugee. Originally an American, he moved to a small Eastern European country with his family together for the convenience of his father's job. Harry no longer remembers what my father's job was.

He was rounded up with Italy, Germany and England, and the last one to arrive was Norway, forcing the bottom line of the environment. By then Norway had already seen the treatment of refugees as problematic and 80% of the refugees had improved their situation, but Harry, his grandfather and sister were unlucky and among the 20% who did not.

'You should be free. I'm not even in custody. I can make fun of it, I can find it, I should be able to find it. You should be able to do what you want. Even if I can't be who I want to be, I can do as much running to be who I want to be. I'm not gonna stop it. "

My grandfather must have figured out his essence, and Harry came to think of it when he was old.

Harry remembers. The days I was with my grandfather and sister, rubbing through the garbage piles. Most importantly, about my sister.

My father, mother and grandmother both died in the war. The last three people to arrive as refugees were the sprawling garbage dumps.

In Nordic countries such as Norway and Sweden, garbage was imported. Why do you do that, because these countries have long used garbage incineration for electricity generation and heating? Thanks to this, the recycling rate of garbage is more than 95%, but the energy recycling of this garbage has been too successful, forcing the generation of electricity to rely on garbage, the lack of garbage and the fact that garbage has to be imported, which has led to a garbage importer.

But since the middle of the twenty-first century, recycling other than energy conversion has also become more important than ever before, before burning garbage in the name of creating a working mouth for refugees. The wages earned from that recycling are given as food support for the refugees as they are.

Harry Benjamin and his grandfather and sister were given this garbage dump as a safe place to live, mixed up with other refugees.

Beautifully arranged and stacked piles of garbage on a vast area. The days that creep between them and go out. Work to be done while entering a collapsed garbage pile and being careful with knives, syringes, etc.

Harry always felt miserable. I couldn't believe what my grandfather said. Before the war began, I felt extra miserable just living in the wealthy.

"Hi, I'm Casey. Uncle, where are you from?

In contrast to Harry, who, as usual, is in a dark mood, a three-knit girl on her blonde hair was a short distance from Harry, speaking to a big man with a strong face on his bald head dressed in his coat.

"He... again..."

Look at the girl, Harry hits her tongue. She is two younger sisters.

"Casey, I've told you many times. He said you shouldn't talk to strangers familiarly."

I take my sister Casey's hand and mouth a caveat I don't know how many times already as I walk away from the big man.

"I don't know if he could be dangerous or bad..."

Casey had a troubled habit. Treat whoever you are without fear, and speak up without hesitation even to the first person you meet. And I have no idea that I doubt people. It doesn't mean you're not intelligent. But the face and eyes were strange, and there was a different atmosphere from that of a regular person.

It wasn't long before Harry found out about a disease called Williams Syndrome and found out Casey had fallen for it.

"Casey must be an angel."

'No, it's a fairy. You feel like a fairy from the face. "

The dead parents were referring to Casey and talking like that.

"Harry, let's get to work. Finished your job and played fast."

With a picturesque smile of naiveté, Casey calls out. My sister is always bright on the bottom. The brightness was sometimes annoying, but mostly it was supporting Harry's heart.

All Casey has to do is be on his side, just listen to Casey's comfortable voice in his ear, and Casey is just laughing innocently, and he's healed.

"I don't care what kind of environment you live in, I have fun. Something warm. Something that makes your mind jump. I mean light. It can also be said that all men live in the light they have found. That's all right."

If you're going to borrow my grandfather's words, it was Casey who was the warm light, albeit in this ridiculous dong-bottomed situation.

That was more than forty years ago.

Made into a nightmare, Harry wakes up sweaty.

Huge bed that looks like it could sleep nearly ten people with a canopy. Large, luxurious room with chandeliers hanging and decorated with sculptures and paintings. But the large indoor floors can be scattered all you want with books, clothes, consoles, health supplies, snack bags, etc., and the golden room seems miserable.

From Harry, who originally lived surrounded by garbage, a neater place full of cleanliness is more unsettling. Most of all, the garbage dump was put together and placed neatly.

"Harry, hey. What's the matter? Another bad dream?

Casey calls out the same innocent voices as usual. He looks no different than he did more than forty years ago, spreading his uncontrolled grin and looking up at Harry.

"Oh, it's a bad dream. Whatever it is, it's your dream when you die."

That's what Harry says. He reaches for Casey's head and strokes his head.

I feel it. For more than forty years, Harry has stroked his sister's head many times. I don't think this is an illusion at all. But...

"Get in."

I heard a knock, so I'm allowed in.

Appearing before Harry was a suspicious man wearing a mask of black on the left and red on the right, similarly weaving a cloak of red on the left and the right.

"Ah, Mr. V5. Ohhhh. '

Casey raises one hand and says hello with a smile. But the man called V5 doesn't respond. Naturally. Casey can only be recognized by Harry.

The dubious man in the mask and cape - V5 - holds one hand respectfully in front of a naked Harry, hands on his chest and drips his head.

"My Master, we have a problem…"

I guess so, Harry thinks. Because something happened, V5 came all the way to himself.

"Nearly half of Ms Soundwood's research materials have escaped, fleeing all over the city and storming."

"Ahhh."

Harry was never upset when he heard the V5 report. It's not the development I expected, but it's not much of a shake.

"I don't think that would interfere with the plan... but to hurt my master's kingdom..."

"Yes, this garbage dump is my kingdom. It's my freedom to create, to change, to break."

Harry stood up and turned on the room lights.

V5 watches Harry naked and unwittingly takes a breath. Its musculoskeletal flesh, which is mid fifty years old but finds no fat, does not seem to belong to a man who was only in the very early realm. I can see signs of old age on the skin tension.

"How did you treat Ms. Soundwood?

"Shi Yuan" Fumiyu "will be happy anyway. Out of the way, maybe I let him get away on purpose. Make it whatever you want."

"Measure your power boost. I'll hire a couple of doormans from the back streets."

In Harry's out-of-the-box response, V5 decides to hit the best hand he can now, while perplexing under the mask as usual.

"Only 'Lost Paradigm' soldiers. So it's not enough?

"The Lost Paradigm is now a collection of defeated soldiers, so it's a wind front light..."

To Harry's inquiry, V5 said respectfully.

"Okay. Do as you please."

Harry heads to the bathroom as he says. V5 exits the room.

"Whatever the situation, people are no different from doing their best in that situation. Find pleasure in that situation and continue to be stressed in that situation '

My grandfather's words come back to me in the back of my brain as I shower. Harry still remembers. But I didn't fully accept the word. No, even if it's plausible, it's emotionally unacceptable.

Days in the garbage dump and the loss that must not be. That held a black flame in Harry's heart.

A black flame that never goes away keeps swirling in Harry all the time. Hence Harry kept spitting black flames out to the world until he was this age.

Many humans burn black flames up in their chests and bellies without being able to spit them out. Or even if you spit it out, you start a fire, you get caught, and that's it. But Harry kept throwing up and could keep baking.

(Grandpa. I'll catch up with Grandpa in seven years. Yet I can't grow up like Grandpa)

In the shower, I wipe the cloudy mirror with my hands, my skin sags slightly, and I see my face starting to carve wrinkles.

The face in the mirror changes. Be my sister's face, not my own.

"Harry, how long have you been in the shower?

He speaks with a laugh as Casey shrugs. Harry smiled and gently stroked that cheek as he reached over Casey's face, which came out of the mirror.

That's the current story.

After leaving Harry's room, V5 visited one of the rooms in the same building.

The first thing I had an eye for when I walked into the room and over the V5 and the mask was a little guy who wasn't even 160 cm tall. But his eyes are sharp, and his sunburned face is stern. And V5 feels like that little body is constantly putting together a very large presence.

I look indoors, but I don't see who I'm looking for.

The room was the lab Lab. A large number of unknown devices have been placed from V5.

When you look in the back, those who appear to be creatures are put to sleep on the bedside, shaking their bodies. That was people-shaped, but clearly not people. He had metallic skin, mixed with blue, green and silver.

"Krishna, where's Soundwood?

"It's the bathroom."

Shortly after the little man called Krishna answered the V5 question, he heard footsteps from behind him.

"Gupi. V5, what can I do for you?

A girl wearing a rash white coat of too little size, this again with big round glasses that do not fit the size of her face, looks at the V5 and speaks up. Under the white coat is a cardigan dressed as a mini skirt. Long hair stretched up to the waist has many habitual hairs on the outside.

The girl's name is Soundwood Historical Pleasure "Ogifumiyu". He's a Mad Scientist hired by Harry.

"He said he was here before he executed the plan, but he didn't feel like he was in danger while committing such a failure."

"Guppy. There's no way there's anything. Bar cover. Either way."

Towards v5 to blame, Historical Pleasure takes evil with a nagging laugh.

"For me, these are important research materials." I let you escape because your protection was missing. [M] You're the ones who screwed up. Don't pull any more of my legs. Okay? So, what can I do for you?

To the historical pleasure of shifting responsibilities in a transverse tone, V5 takes a deep sigh under the mask. The dating is long there, so I don't even remember the earliest anger at this girl, who is arrogant toward anyone.

"I decided to hire a doomsday shop. Fill the hole for the escape. If any of them wish to modify, modify them."

"Heck, if you're here."

Glimpsing Krishna, Historical Pleasure nodded with a nagging laugh.

That's a current story, too.