The Little Prince in the Ossuary

# Past (5), Psychotherapy (1)

The woman breaks the handle. Car leaves town.

Where she's headed is the Central Intelligence Agency for the Post Insurance Corporation.

There was someone I wanted to meet.

It can only be met here.

The road to the facility was a bitch. I feel like I'm entering a strange world. Surrounded by a large space, the wire fence was built in triplicate, with high pressure current warning signs on it. Beyond that, you set up a concrete wall, and you set up a watchtower 30 meters apart.

There are no people in the Watchtower. There are only unmanned turrets controlled by post-insurance AI.

Soldiers at the checkpoint find the vehicle and shake the red light rod.

The woman stopped in front of the breaker.

The approaching soldier is surprised to see her. The woman was also a little embarrassed. Do you know my face?

No, I was very honest when I couldn't look at her easily. The woman habitually covers her face. Fingertips on your forehead, fingers on your opponent. The soldier reaches out his hand, regretting it.

“We're going to need to check your ID for a moment. ”

The woman took out her National ID card. The soldier swipes the card against the portable handset. Tour, Tour, Tour. The handset has a green light.

"Post-insurer. Permission to enter."

The soldier who read the identity and purpose of the visit nodded and returned the ID.

“You made a reservation ahead of time. Come in, Doctor. ”

Fortunately, no false identities were discovered.

You are free to enter as her true identity. As a matter of fact, he's an indirect beneficiary of post-mortem insurance. But she didn't want others to know about her visit.

The breaker rises. The woman treads carefully on Excel.

A car enters a parking lot in the south of Central City. The parking lot was spacious, as we anticipated a tremendous number of visitors at the time of establishment. The area you see on the ground is the tip of the iceberg. There are twelve wider layers underground. Immediately after the introduction of postmortem insurance, the expectation was correct. There were endless people who wanted to visit the family where the history books were extracted.

It's different now - you can count parked vehicles with both hands.

Is it because of the difficult call process?

I had no choice.

Post-insurance is the world's most developed virtual reality artificial intelligence complex and the largest growth driver of the Korean economy. So many countries, corporations and organizations were coveting that technology.

There were also physical threats. Political, religious, and ideological opposition to post-insurance and artificial intelligence. It's still happening right now. It's been a regular part of the news lately.

The same was the context in which the communication routes between post-insurance policyholders who extracted the history department and the outside world were restricted to Teletype, which required numerous security programs. Although unilateral broadcasts like broadcasts were fine, there were concerns about hacking interactions.

In the end, it is only possible to visit people who are housed in the facility.

That's what women know and are generally known in the world.

‘Still... it's so lonely here. ’

Only the Central Intelligence Agency has 800,000 head of state. Don't their families miss them? Long distance, long time and tricky procedures would be meaningless in front of a sad heart.

A woman enters the building.

The central region headquarters of the Central Intensive Agency, the Post Insurance Corporation, were magnificent and overwhelming. People call this building the Ossuary.

It was kind of a taunt. You can't even see the people inside, so why waste money on useless looks? The government said it was for national security. And a woman knows another reason. Since ancient times, politicians have loved civil and construction.

There is still a positive side to this. The durability of an intensive country is more than a nuclear power plant.

The woman looked inside the building at a glance. I had more guards than visitors

There was a line drawn, but no one was waiting. A guide drone flies from the Hangar. Identify by facial and iris recognition and recheck the purpose of the visit.

Dr. Songshua. Post Insurance Registration Number B612 Are you sure you want to visit us in the middle of winter?

“That's right."

Your visit request has been notified in advance. Winter has accepted your visit. You are currently queued, so you can visit immediately. Want to guide us now?

“Yes.”

"Yes, I will escort you to Zone B.

A flat, circular drone descends to the ground. As the woman steps up, she starts to move slippery.

The intensive country facility was an asymmetrical radiated structure. With respect to the central hall, an epic corridor extends in seven directions. Looking down from a high place, it seemed like one side was worn out.

Each direction was also a boundary of a different area. The basis for distinguishing is the size of the deposit. S is the highest grade and F is the lowest.

As such, zone B was shorter than zones below C and longer than zones above A.

Drone has slowed down. B612 is written in black on the white wall.

Arrived.

“Thank you.”

A meaningless greeting was for her own good. As baptized, the drone leans slightly toward the fuselage.

After your visit or if you need to go elsewhere, you can call an escort drone. This AI can detect voice calls from anywhere in the post-insurance facility. Please note, however, that voices less than 10 decibels may be difficult to detect.

“Got it.”

The drone flies to a quiet flight.

Surrounded by silence. The woman now looks straight ahead. Class B life support, coupled with the virtual reality connector, was only able to see one cross-section. It looks like a circular door attached to the wall. There should be an elongated cylinder hidden inside the wall.

The woman calmly approaches, touching it.

There should be a brain and a spinal cord inside. I feel very cold thinking that way.

This time I looked next to him. There's another circle. It was a full body access device for visitors. Touch the flashing button to silently push the tube out.

It was a place for one person to lie down.

A woman who lies down. The sensor is close to the back of the head and neck. It was a warm liquid texture. Immediately an augmented reality interface is revealed that is full of vision. As the equipment is driven, the tube is pushed back into the wall.

A closure to protect the connected user from external threats.

There was no room for closure. The brainwave characteristic was the ID and password. Login will be done automatically. The pre-written information depicted her hypothetically. Different voice than other looks.

Immediately the white world unfolded.

The boy was waiting for her in the white space, Lobby. The gaze is a different feeling from before. It was so clear that it was empty. I feel like I'm being ravaged somewhere.

It is so different from what it looks like in memory.

“Ah……. ”

The woman moans. I thought a lot about what to say when I met him. But I couldn't say anything right away, and I was just confident of hiding my face like a habit.

I'm crying in my head. I wear a mask, but I get confused if I don't use it. If I wasn't mistaken, I was in trouble. She's not ready to face it as it is.

In fact, I couldn't even explain to myself why I came and why I wanted to meet her. I just couldn't bear it without coming. I felt a clog of blood vessels every day.

The reason may be compassion, and you may want to atone for your sins.

No, the back is ridiculous. I don't love him. Why would I?

The boy who looked at me quietly greeted me first.

“Hello, sir. I was waiting for your call. ”

Very calm voice.

The woman is close to ruling herself. Reflexively locks in the practiced smile and gives a missed greeting. Be as gentle as possible.

“Okay, bye. You must be winter."

The voice that came out was strange. That quickly dissipates her flutter.

I stepped forward and reached out my hand. The boy leans back and holds his hands together. A light handshake.

“As you already know, I'm Song-shua. I'm in charge of post-retirement psychorehabilitation. ”

“That's a little weird. I've never heard of it. ”

More pure curiosity than doubt. The woman felt a little nervous and said the answer prepared.

“Yes, of course. Because you're special. ”

“Me? Why? ”

“It is rare for a minor to be covered by postmortem insurance. You rarely make enough deposits at your age. At least you're the only minor in Section B. ”

“Ah.”

Winter nods. Retired adults can convert national pensions to postmortem insurance, but underage adults find it virtually impossible.

The woman is more relaxed. The boy will never find a comparable target, so this excuse was valid for a long time.

“First of all, can I change the environment here? ”

The "Lobby" in which the two stood remained the default setting. Winter nods again.

“I'll give you my authority. ”

The woman confirms her authority and opens her hands. Light-hearted whitening is erased and an environment for a comfortable conversation is created. Clear winding windows, warm light, a chair for half-lying, and tranquil nature from the outside.

This was based on her own experience with counseling. I had enough experience. It won't be hard enough to impersonate a therapist.

“Have a seat.”

Winter follows as instructed. Then he asks a little awkward.

“What do I do now? ”

A slight deviation from the front, the slanted woman creates a gentle smile.

“Nothing. ”

“Yes?”

“You don't have to force it. Just think of it as a conversation time. The content doesn't matter. It's okay to be trivial. It's okay without the rush. It's enough to just get what's inside out. ”

“Is that so?"

“Yeah, well, sometimes I get to know myself that I didn't know myself. ”

It was also a woman's goal. Her words that hide her insides continue.

“It's important to know who I am, what I'm sick of, and what my dreams are. Even if the problem cannot be solved, it is better than not knowing what the problem is. ”

I did. She swallowed the hind horse and turned back to her habits, and the boy gazed back. The look in his eyes raises suspicion. It was a moment.

Winter shakes her head.

“I'm sorry, but I don't think it's going to work. ”

“Why?”

“I don't know what to tell you. It's my first time seeing you today. We don't know anything about each other. What can we talk about? ”

That was the expected response. The woman smiles again.

“Yes. I'm just one person to you, like so many others. And to me, you are. We don't need each other yet. ”

The boy looks vague. However, the words that the woman had prepared still remained.

“Horses are surprisingly bad tools in the process of a person's first acquaintance. It's easy to misunderstand. It's hard to force. Then we can start by being together. Once we get used to each other, the conversation starts naturally. ”

“ ……. ”

“I'll come back at a fixed date, a fixed time. Do you think it's too much for you? ”

“No, I have plenty of time anyway. ”

“Thank goodness. If you need someone, call me anytime." ”

This is the end. She keeps her word. Load the book and start reading. It was also one of her favorite plays.

The winter was uncomfortable at first, but soon I became accustomed to silence.

The thought unfolds naturally.

Today is the second day of the deal.

It's been a long time since I've had a real person with me, not a virtual person.

However, I did not know the difference well. It's hard to feel like a real person. What he felt was the weight of the stone.

Winter focused on the senses. There was a sense of clumsiness that was not caught.

Artwork Reviews

1. For those of you who have read the Little Prince, you may feel familiar with the conversation at the end.

It's not about putting a little prince on the title.

2. I've been asked to collect settings separately before. Once I've gathered the missions and put them in my artwork settings, Let's get the rest sorted out.

Ugh, busy. I have to go to the reserve training today, write, take your mother to the hospital on the 28th... and call the publisher.

3.

Q. Atyrun: @ I guess I'll just have to speak up... Is that game play going to get old and die?

A. I was avoiding the answer because I thought it was a spoiler, but now that I think about it, it doesn't really matter.

After the apocalypse is basically an open world... but when Operation AI predicts the future through contextual computation, the end conditions are achieved when the human race is no longer likely to go extinct. Rewards are massive EXP and can be continued after that.

Q. Lizad: If you play @ Iphraka and show the old writing, all the star balloons and human souls will come to you! Humans will sacrifice themselves!

A. No need. The human soul was fed up with eating too much.

Q. Dohwahwan: What do you think of the story of making friends with @ us-with wheat?

You mean A. Steam's friend?

The writer doesn't have a lot of time for steam... but his nickname is fructidor. Can I tell you this?...

I'm not sure because I've never added a steam friend before.

Q. ciaf: If you're going to change the title of @, add it as a subtitle now. It's too bad it won't go away

A. I think it's a shame. I'll save the subtitle.

Q: Wouldn't it be a lot easier if a mutant threw a chemical bomb at a city where they were gathering?

A. The use of biochemical ammunition in a city is a deferred option because of the possibility of survivors. Survivors came out of nowhere in Santa Maria.

There are many survivors in cities like Los Angeles and San Diego.

And there's another reason. It's going to come out gradually.

Q. I'd like to write a review of @, but when I read your article and tried to explain it again, there were too few words to use. Even the greatness of the Korean language is not enough to capture my thoughts... Or lack my vocabulary.

A. Feel free to make it simple! I love criticism.

And if you can't write in Korean, you can write in English.

Q. Kisshotshinobu: What does @ writer do with his hands when writing novels with his feet?

A. I don't have my hands...