By that time he was slightly thin of himself. That's how it was built. Friedman built him that way, following the orders of a person who was both the client and the original, the Lord. He had no doubt that he was built that way. It was set to have no doubt either. It's a control procedure to curb the runoff of clones.
"You seem to be taking care of yourself. Good."
Hearing the words of Friedman, who visited for scheduled maintenance of the clone, he conceives with a rare ego. I mean, Friedman relieved himself of this kind of dialogue.
"Some clones aren't being taken care of."
I wondered if that was the case, and he put it out in his mouth.
"Well...... It's a story of bad breasts, but the Lord is also abusive because it's a distorted life. Maybe there's inbred hatred."
The word distorted life, spoken by Friedman at that time, also profoundly pierced his heart, which had only a rare ego. Burned to memory.
Even if you're being diluted, it doesn't mean you don't have feelings. Sometimes I don't like it. Not that far under control.
For example, he could not help but dislike the act of his original person feeding a rat raw to the lizard he was keeping. The original laughs joyfully when he sees the rats screaming.
(Is that emotion inbred hatred? Seeing the original then fills me with disgust)
He always thinks.
"Is Theodore... Is your Lord much more clerical to your opponent? You don't even talk to the public or spill stupidity?
"Yes. It's roughly the same way I deal with Professor Friedman. I rarely even have such conversations. But nothing at all, and rarely does it seem to say its true intentions."
To Friedman's question, he - the clone of Theodore Scion Demon - answers without precipitation.
"Hmm...... So in Theodore's case, you're not disgusted with you, the clone? On the contrary, you must be forgiving your heart."
I think the dialogue Friedman spoke of at that time is ironic, remembered later. I said I was disgusted with the original and killed it to punish, but I only allowed myself to be a clone, etc. In fact, I know the original memory as my own and that it was true.
And I think strong at the same time. I think with pity. The original was a lonely man.
If I were reborn, I would truly want you to have a fruitful good life. I want you to be a good man. I realize it's hilarious to think that I killed someone, but that's what he can't fake.
"What are you gonna do, Original? We're not talking about saving the clone. We can't beat them."
While walking, number two speaks to Mika.
"Assemble the operation and get it back out? Or cancel your job?
Even though I don't think there will be the latter, I ask eleven at once. I deliberately told him to sound like Friedman. To show that this job is extremely difficult.
"We have to get out of this forest somehow and rendezvous with the Junkos!
Mika screams as she manipulates the virtual phone and makes several phone calls. There is no indication that the waves will pass.
"I need to find you two and get you out of this place quickly. I was born with three little Theodores, and it's pathetic."
Friedman makes a commonsense statement, but Mika and Krones look at each other in a vicious way. Even the temperate XIII is seeping through anger
"It's not possible that the person who drove that young child into danger made a statement of sympathy as soggy as any other HR, right? Is your brain rotting? This shitty grandpa."
Number two poisons, but nobody paid attention this time.
"Uhm...... have I said something strange again?
I don't know why, but I only understand the fact that I make strange statements and am being blamed. Friedman.
"Have you always been such a nori? Someone to pay attention to, you weren't around at all? I think your insensitive remarks have always made the people around you feel bad."
"Uhm... I don't even feel like I was there once in a while. Or...... yeah, for once there was fame in my position, so maybe that was hard to say. That's convincing to think about. Yeah."
In response to Question XI, Friedman answers with a glowing smile on his head.
(A lonely man. He doesn't seem to have that feeling.)
Look at Friedman, Mika thinks.
"The priority is the end of the two of us who give to the underworld. Otherwise, the clones will always be targeted."
"Uhm......"
When Mika told her quietly without screaming, Friedman was frowning and roaring.
"I just lost because I was shown the difference in overwhelming power, and you have a chance?
Friedman hit the question straight.
"I can't give you a clear answer right now!
"You mean to move without an answer? That's not very clever. I don't blame you for giving up."
"The answer is not something you have to give!
"I'm not sure what you're talking about..."
Friedman with Mika's words feeling half fucked up, but Krones knows this is Mika's default.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Number two pinches his mouth on his masterful side.
"It used to be an actual case, but I had a grandfather who would be sexually harassed if I did it in a nursing home. The female caregiver in charge came out of her charge unbearably, and a man became in charge of Grandpa Sexual Harassment. Then, as if he had lost his life, he became more and more bogged down, and in the meantime, his health deteriorated, and he was killed. Can you give an answer to this anecdote, such as how it was the right thing to do? This is what Lord Femi would summon." KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE We got a bee. Whoa! Oh, my God! Women aren't dementia relievers. Whoa! Wookie! '. This is what you would want if your father was an old man of the heavenly state. "Send me an old man! To protect the lives of the elderly, take it naturally with a smile enough to make them touch their buttocks and milk! Nothing less! That's for your country! Take pleasure in being recognized and sought after as a woman, and consider it an honor! The one who can't is a national thief!' And. Now, if one of you is right about this problem, is it something that you can easily give an answer to? I don't think you should give me an answer."
"No, I'll give you an answer! Here's the answer to that! They're both idiots!
Mika cut off the long and wide tongue of No. 2 with a single cut.
"The analogy is ridiculous at last..."
"Well, why not?"
Eleven points out in fright, and two points to his lips.
"Interesting analogy, but I could understand. But in this case, we're not talking about the answer to which one of the two is right, but we're talking about not having an answer in the sense that we can't think of a way to deal with it with the challenge."
When Friedman chewed it off calmly, No. 2 glanced surprised.
"Well, boulders are great scholar teachers. Weird place."
"Whether it's a matter of good or bad head. I'm just correcting it because I'm telling you that you misaligned."
No. 2 seems to be a real compliment, but Friedman felt like he was being ridiculed.
"Beast, you don't show up. I think I can go after him remotely, and I feel like this is my chance."
XI says.
"Right! You happen to be taking a break!? Or that the enemy is exhausted too!? Or maybe a capacity constraint or a condition!
And, Mika.
"Maybe he's going to be with those kids."
"It's possible too!
Seven says, but that's the least probable, Mika thinks.
(I guess Mika Tsukinawa and the others won't be hanging out with me until the end of my job. It seemed like a courtesy with Junko Yukioka and others, and I'm likely to disagree with my achievement of purpose. Residents of the back streets, but they abide by humanism...)
Friedman, on the other hand, was thinking about that as he listened to Mika and Krones converse.
Back then, in the mansion of my son...
"I just got word from the Forecast Bureau of the Underworld."
In front of him and Ellie, the wheel told him.
"I predict that Professor Friedman will connect the narrows between this world and the underworld. To prevent it, Professor Friedman and the Child Elimination Directive came out"
"A prediction bureau... is an institution that doesn't seem to rely on anything. If it's just a prediction, we've had it before, so this is how you came to request it, right? It's not about connecting the underworld, it's about narrow spaces."
In the words of the razor, the razor plunges into a sense of bitterness.
"Shall I say, then, that the predicted result has increased the likelihood of doing so extremely"
"Nothing to say later"
In the words of the rings, the sons burst further with a bitter smile.