Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Perhaps the first humans to produce" gardens "and“ harnesses "had no such intention."

Snow listened to him (...) as he ran through the corridor of his collection of books, an intermediate realm.

He (...) means the clerk.

I didn't ask him about his gender, but Snow recognized him (...) as masculine.

Maybe that's because Snow's instincts craved a "man you can count on" in extreme tension thrown out to the underground library alone.

Snow, who doesn't know his true father, is a deep-hearted place and would have always wanted someone like that.

Or was such desire lurking in the depths of my thoughts on Ashley?

Anyway, talking to him (...) made Snow realize it would be so much easier.

However, why is he (...) on a topic like this now?

That's all I can't remember, as one thing.

But looking to get out of this intermediate realm... look at the ship floating in the sky... the flash burning my eyes... then?

How did I end up here listening to "connectors" and “gardens"?

No, if he asks if you're not interested in this topic - I'd like to hear it.

If you get familiar with "Garden" or “Connector (Harness)" here, I'm sure Ashley will compliment you when we meet again.

Snow also unconsciously calculates.

Because this is, in short, a topic approaching the identity of the enemy, that is, a story of meat coercion in secrecy.

So Snow eagerly listens to the scribe's words as he runs with his hands together.

Ask a question.

for a deeper understanding.

I wanted to help Ashley... praise her.

The humans who made "Gardens" and “Connectors" had no intention of doing that?

Then what the hell was the intention at first?

Snow twisted his neck with a frown root.

The secretary replied how he took the look on Snow's face.

"Yes, not at first. The Garden was built for everyone to share accurate information faster and understand without misunderstanding. So no one could have imagined that a" connector "that should have been administered as a permit (passport) to connect there would extract and aggregate unconscious" twists "from people's behavior."

"Well, that's true -- for everyone to know, the garden and the harness were created."

The secretary's words are difficult.

The premise is not chewed either.

But Snow knows.

This is an important story.

So ask carefully.

To avoid retrieving the important facts that are about to be grasped.

"But that's what amassed The Nerd. By collecting, you mean collecting everyone's 'twists'? What's" Nerd "in the first place... what?

Snow is ignorant.

As for “garden" or “harness" at the very least.

But that's why the inquiry approaches the essence.

The clerk nods at Snow's question about what "Nerd" is.

"I want it to be like this. I want this to happen. I want you to do this. About thoughts that don't go up to that kind of consciousness. I can't be conscious...... no... I wouldn't dare. I mean the real thing. That's what we call a" twist. "

"Really unconscious? On purpose?"

"Yes, on purpose."

"Why?" It's "Nerd," isn't it, that one's. You really want me to do this, don't you?

Snow asked as he ran all the way through the aisle and breathed in front of the descending stairs that were at stake.

"I mean, you can't be aware of that, or you can't be careful, doesn't that mean you don't try to find out for yourself what you crave?

I don't think that's disgusting, Snow said.

The clerk chuckles at the same girl's overfrank opinion.

"Yeah, I think Snow's right, too."

Running a lot of distance, that's the clerk holding his breath, too.

Keep your back on the wall of the book, keep your hands on your chest and examine your breathing.

With the other hand, hold Snow's finger tight.

"But yeah, I don't know. You may not know it yet, but a lot of humans can't see it for themselves."

"Why? That's my thought-- that's my" twist, "right?

I'm inexperienced, did I get stuck with what I was told?

The scribe spread his grin to Snow, who was eating down like he was so angry.

I laughed bitterly at my honest and straightforward youth.

"So, did you recognize Ashley's feelings for humans from the beginning?

Perhaps the secretary's words had a first glimpse into Snow.

The effect was quite dramatic.

A chicken-like voice jumped off Snow's throat called Pi.

My face turns bright red as it is, then I hold my chest and nod.

"Do it, don't do it"

Snow, sitting up with an unspoken voice, goes straight into it.

The immature Spindle, which was about to calm down, began to pulse again.

"See?

Likewise, on one knee and gently holding Snow, the scribe said.

"For humans who create society and live by defining its interior as their own world, it's hard to admit the truth. And before that, there was only one person who could find out where his" twist "was in the first place and reveal it."

Snow asked in tears at the words of the scribe as he told him.

"Why. Why? Why can't you find it... why can't you admit it"

"'Cause then..."

The clerk looked in trouble at Snow's inquiry.

Because the secretary knew that was synonymous with revealing and showing the cause and effect of what Snow was suffering right now.

"I wonder if you look alike even though you're flirting with your own thoughts."

Snow had the clerk's twisted answer, so I figured out.

However, the fact that the tease is compassionate to Snow.

That's what the secretary said.

The act of finding out where the real thing is and revealing it is like glancing into someone's heart, putting a blade on what was sealed, and deciding back.

He said it was about confronting what was hidden behind it.

And often they are shameful and ugly.

Snow was already aware that his feelings for Ashley in him were never just pure admiration and vision.

It was also predictable how much wounds I would suffer by poking around who I was.

In superficial terms, jealousy, inferiority and carnal desire, for example.

"So..." Connector (Harness) "had the nature of collecting its never-mouthed (...) Negative?

"Yes, that's right. That's what I'm talking about. A name that can never be spoken (tetragrammaton). Exactly."

The clerk smiled at Snow's understanding.

To my daughter who never stops thinking, that's a compliment.

Put your strength in the gripping hand and help Snow rise.

"Initially created as a device for humans to better understand," Connectors (Harnesses) "sucked up a variety of information to quickly adapt to people's demands and accumulated it in" Gardens (Gardens) "for automatic updating… it contained an improved system"

"I don't know. Too many words have confused my balls. For a better understanding, what exactly could you have done?“ Connector "or“ Garden "?

"Oh, I'm sorry. You were on track and forgot to translate against the times, right... when it comes to explaining it plainly to you who live in modern times... Yeah, now you know what I mean? I can always talk to Ashley whenever I want, and connect with you in my heart. That's what was built to be possible. That's what it was. It's haz. At first, yeah."

Snow's chest struck an early bell at one of Ashley's hearts.

Once again.

Oh, this is a mess, even if it was, and the clerk puts his hand on his forehead.

"Ashley and I... we can connect with each other with our hearts and minds... both of us... if that happens, I'll go crazy. It's gonna freak me out."

"Snow, calm down. It's not a tool to bare your mind.“ Connector. "

Even now it was a complete failure.

The clerk ashamed himself of his shallowness, but it is a later festival.

Snow nods by holding both his head and chest.

Young thoughts were running wild.

"Naked my heart, haha, hadaka. No, no, I, I've already been seen, my heart, Ashley, haunted."

"What do you say, Snow? Take it easy, don't get too excited."

He slapped his back so that he could mock the horse, stroking it and the clerk comforted Snow's maiden heart, which was rough.

For what it's worth, Snow's body slowly calms down.

"Anyway, even if I was far away, I could talk to them as if I were at all, ask them to deliver items that were far away, and I could instantly learn about the sights and events on the other side. We can use it to talk to each other and consider a better solution. Long ago, more than thousands of years ago, the Unity Dynasty: Until the end of Agantilis, even though such a mechanism was damaged, it was in part operational"

Snow breathed in the secrets of the revealed world.

With tear-seeping emerald-colored eyes on his eyeballs, he stares back at the scribe.

"You can talk to someone who's far away, make them deliver something far away, and know what's happening on the other side... is that God?

The clerk laughed, haha, at Snow speaking in a rough breath.

"Right. In a way, yes. You look like a god."

"So," Connectors (Harnesses) "or“ Gardens (Gardens) "were tools and places to deign humans?

"Oh, I see. I wonder if that expression is... close. You're better at metaphors than I am."

But Snow had spotted a mixture of bitter things in the smile of a praising scribe for some reason.

Negative nuances to the topic.

It's a strange reaction for Snow right now, who only feels that trying to be divine - that is, wanting progress towards an almighty being - is a "good thing".

"It's not easy for humans to try to be godly, 'cause that's what you're trying to say?

Perhaps Snow asked.

Surely, Snow, even I wouldn't have thought I'd start asking these questions.

Once upon a time.

If I did not see the end of my existence: Yugadir, who met Ashle and admired herself and secretly dreamed that she was not her own father.

If it had not been relative to the possibility of mankind - the Virgin Mary of the Rebirth - which denies the very existence of the Soul.

Had I not witnessed the miracle of Ashle's Shown Soul.

The secretary says, staring back at Snow like that in the blindfold.

"What do you think? Separated from the mother and born into the world as a personality, it seems natural to me to try to stretch in a better direction."

"As the trees stretch their branches toward the sun?

The secretary showed admiration for Snow's understanding while lending him a hand to stand up.

That's even better, I laugh.

"You definitely have the talent to capture the essence of the topic."

"Then why do you look like that?"

To Snow's point, the clerk stroked his face with a hack of breath.

"Did you look that bad?

"Not a terrible face... but a bitter laugh. It seemed kind of annoying."

"Damn... I think I'm stuck with your honesty. You looked like that, I am. The neighbor is a mirror that reflects your heart."

The clerk sighed with a bitter smile.

A look like you gave up, a look like you'd plump something up.

Then I said.

"Yes, the trees stretch out branches to the sun, that's a really good even though. Just like human life, the path of technology stretches out like branches of trees. While you're aiming for the same place, repeating the branching. But......"

"But?"

"One day one of those branched paths led me to an unexpected place. No, if you think about it now... if you think about the air of those days, was that inevitable? Anyway, the" connector "and“ garden "ended up somewhere we shouldn't have followed."

Snow inadvertently shook that hand back at the look and story of the scribe, who had become a serious face.

"A place you shouldn't follow? Could that be in the human mind?

"Yeah, that's right. It should have been a mechanism created to approach the glory of God, which, paradoxically, also acted as a tool to penetrate deeply into people's hearts. And"

"And?"

Snow pushes his trembling knee to rise to the condition of a bitter scribe.

Trying to lean on his (...) pain somehow.

"And I got to the" twist "deep in it"

"Did you get to Nerd?"

So what happened?

Snow asks.

Shivering, recalling an earlier conversation that "Nerd" was the real thing you couldn't say.

"So I figured it out."

"What?

To Snow's inquiry, the clerk looked troubled.

It makes me bitter even though I don't even know Snow's chest about the look on his (...) face that's going to cry.

"What do you mean? What did you find out?

"Snow, please take my word for it now. Take care."

The secretary told him as he graciously held Snow, who was worried and followed him.

Why did I say it?

How can you ear it?

I want Snow to know.

So I'm sure that was his (...) "twist".

The clerk tells.

Leaning closer to the stairs to further depths with his mouth clenched in front of him, he led Snow.

"Most of us want to renounce the Will. I want to escape the responsibility of thinking and judging. Or can I rephrase it..."

I want to stop being human and obey.

What? What?

To someone enormous.

To someone Almighty.

That's the real (...) thing.