Play with Mad Scientists!
More than twenty years ago, Junko Yukioka offered eggs to help her experiment with making her own clone, convenient for her relationship with Mad Scientists.
"No, I knew you wouldn't. Leave this story alone. I'm sorry. I can't resist myself and two clones walking."
"Yikes, I'm in trouble for you to say that now ~"
"There are already patrons on this project, and they're investing in it."
Please don't do this.
But Junko said that on the way out, so the Mad Scientists all sat down and begged in front of Junko.
"Hmm... I can't help it...... Then..."
The pushed-down pure son took the form of incorporation into the newborn in the form of partial cloning, by means of the latest formula of genetic modification, in order to avoid resembling the appearance as much as possible.
One only expresses physical surfaces such as pure child muscle fibers and skeleton and digestive organs and bone marrow. And the other took the form of transplanting a partial clone of the brain of a pure child into a newborn child. They became known as half-clones.
There is no involvement of Junko in subsequent studies. I didn't want to get involved. No, I did have a sense of repentance for the existence of my clone.
What the Mad Scientists were expecting was primarily against Blaine Clone. Physical clones regarded it as something of an omelet.
But ironically, the clones of the brain, which were regarded as fateful, did not produce the results that the Mad Scientists wanted, and the physical clones, which were perceptions of the extent of the intrigue, were achieving more remarkable results.
"Jiro Hot, you are a real unexpected loser..."
The caretaker's Mad Scientist was scolded by Blaine Crohn's Hot Jiro every day. He continued to pour his gaze of disappointment and anger on the young Jiro Hot.
Hot Jiro is never retarded. Instead, he's a pretty good head owner compared to kids his age. But compared to Junko Yukioka, who is supposed to have the same brain, it's inferior.
There are stories that the expectations of the Mad Scientists were too heavy, but there is a feeling that the physical clones were being compared and unnecessarily disappointed because they were younger and exercising their monstrous powers.
While understanding the fate that had been imposed on him, the resourceful Hot Jiro worked hard every day to meet the expectations of the Mad Scientists without despair. I kept desperately studying, especially trying to please the caregiver, trying to praise myself, trying to get him to acknowledge me.
To a caregiver who only directed negative emotions at himself, Hot Jiro still had an admiration, and in his heart, if he became what the caregiver wanted, he would be happy or kind. I thought of the caregiver like a parent.
By the time he was eight years old, Hot Jiro had grown to the point of commingling with Mad Scientists to conduct research. It's not an exaggerated level to call this just a genius, but it still falls far short of the expectations of Mad Scientists.
Above all, Hot Jiro didn't want to. It was in that year that the Mad Scientist, the caregiver who was the substitute, came to the other world. Until the end against Jiro Feng, he died cursing like a curse. He kept turning his gaze of hatred and curse towards Hot Jiro.
Thermal Jiro from then on began to admire something else. Mad scientist who has the same brain as himself - he was interested in Junko Yukioka.
Hot Jiro had a single image. It was a photo of Junko Suzuoka's face.
In my spare time, I kept looking at Junko's photos. I started wanting other pictures, and kept looking for and collecting pictures of her online.
In time, Hot Jiro began to think about Junko as his own family in his brain, to various delusions. My heart felt most at ease when I was moving the pure child I had in mind and continuing the conversation.
When I was ten years old, the caregiver made further changes. The second person was in normal contact, but Hot Jiro never opened his mind. And this third guy, he put a circle on the first guy and it sucked.
"Whether you have the same brain as Junko Suzuoka, you can't grow the same. The environment is important. In other words, let's aim for awakening by giving it a harsher environment and putting stress on it."
Mad Scientists split their opinions in favor of this policy. Some agreed with the Mad Scientist-like ruthless idea that it would be counterproductive, and that it would not be a loss if it were crushed at the moment anyway.
As a result, the caregiver's opinion was accepted. The third caregiver gave Hot Jiro a variety of impossible challenges. If you can't do them, call them punitive games, you did a harsh trick on Hot Jiro.
By a number of tragic atrocities at this time, Hot Jiro's body became ugly and deformed. Especially with the strong side effects of being kept on taking strange drugs.
He was invaded by a disease similar to the one that came, his back curved and exuberant like a shepherd man. Ibo, who was made in the body, was also responsible for the drugs he was drunk at this time. My face was also distorted. Age also went faster. As if aging were going to happen at the same time as growing up, cell death began, leaving her saggy skin as if she were a child but middle-aged.
Heat Jiro, who continues to be administered medicines that disintegrate the flesh and at the same time cause unbearable suffering, continues to suffer as every day.
In such a living hell, Hot Jiro continued. I continued to comfort myself as I saw a beautiful girl smiling adorably in the picture.
"Oh... or... Asa..."
On the floor of the room, punching blood reflexes, wetting his distorted face with tears and snot, Hot Jiro calls on the beautiful girl in the picture over and over again. Cry and keep calling with your sorrowful thoughts.
Every night in Hot Jiro's head, the original of his brain, Junko Yukioka, spread a grin as uncontrollable as in the picture, gently embracing Hot Jiro. Such delusions connected the lives of Jiro Hot. I saved my soul from despair.
One year, another half-clone escaped after killing several Mad Scientists.
Jiro Hot also murdered his caregiver Mad Sietensist and fled. With his intelligence and the extraordinary power he secretly wore, it was easy. It was only a matter of decision or no. I was too familiar with the environment to think of the act of fleeing, but with the physical clone fleeing, Jiro Hot came to the idea and made the decision.
Former S building residents, Mio Feng and Mastaro Otahara, were still acting together that day.
"Life in Building N, that's good. I have a lot of free time to move around, and I don't have as much doomed awakening training as building S."
Says Mio in a bounced voice as he walks alongside Otahara.
"I want to go back to building S. That's heaven."
"Yes, Mr. Otahara agrees."
It is for some reason a pleasant Mio that the sinister dialogue converts the default Otahara upside down.
"But I really want to go outside. This is a true lie, a lie lie."
"Yep... I mean a real lie... really lie... because at the time of lying and speaking it would not be a lie but a real lie, I mean that true lie lie, so straight as it is, not the other way around?
To the dialogue that Otahara has spoken, Mio makes a point.
"It's a lie to want to be with Mio even when you're out there"
At the point of lying and adding, that becomes true. To Otahara's words, Mio feels her cheeks getting hot and her heartbeat quickening.
"Nah, I suddenly got stuck..."
Mio's words stopped on the way. I also stopped walking down the hall.
Otahara also stops to take a fighting position, even though tension and fear make him a fiercely mixed face.
"Why are you freed..."
Mio sits in front of a young man who stands in front of us with a flashing face.
"You have a death flag like the one in the picture. Because of this, let's make it happen."
The youth spread a soft grin on the neat side and told him in a soft voice that often passes.
Behind the expression and voice, a murderous mix of madness emitted in large numbers from the youth had stiffened Mio's body with fear.
Takae and Meguru are walking down the hallway.
"Ha, ha, ha! Oh, my God! Hahahaha! Bubba, bubba! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
From the end of the hallway, Xuanbu's laughter echoes. When I see it, there's a crowd in the hallway.
I wondered what was going on, looked at each other, and then Takae and Meguru head to the crowd for a small run.
At the end of the hedge of man lay a pair of tragic bodies of men and women overlapping. There's blood all over the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling. Varied pieces of flesh and organs are also attached to the skin. I don't know what the hell way I died, but only my face with a tense look of fear and despair wasn't hurt, so I figured out who they were. It's Mio Feng and Mastaro Otahara.
"Did Xuanbu do it?
"No, I'm not! Don't blame me for anything! All the evils in this world in you are my fault!? I'm sorry if you don't blame me for anything!? From your perspective, am I the Great Evil God or something that has caused all evil to occur since history!?
Upon Takae's inquiry, Xuanbu quenched his grin and aroused it with angry shapes.
"I did it. Was there a problem?
One young man called out, grinning.
"This guy...!
Seeing the young man's refreshing smile, Megle took a breath.
"Haru-man Miyamoto..."
Takae speaks the name of the youth. You can't know that. A majority of the Japanese people know the man's name. Until just a year ago he was an F1 racer who made the world famous. He was a man with the nickname of Tachion's prince, etc. And just a year ago, he planted a bomb in a Shinjuku skyscraper to make the world famous even as a mass murderer who killed more than forty people.
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"No, I knew you wouldn't. Leave this story alone. I'm sorry. I can't resist myself and two clones walking."
"Yikes, I'm in trouble for you to say that now ~"
"There are already patrons on this project, and they're investing in it."
Please don't do this.
But Junko said that on the way out, so the Mad Scientists all sat down and begged in front of Junko.
"Hmm... I can't help it...... Then..."
The pushed-down pure son took the form of incorporation into the newborn in the form of partial cloning, by means of the latest formula of genetic modification, in order to avoid resembling the appearance as much as possible.
One only expresses physical surfaces such as pure child muscle fibers and skeleton and digestive organs and bone marrow. And the other took the form of transplanting a partial clone of the brain of a pure child into a newborn child. They became known as half-clones.
There is no involvement of Junko in subsequent studies. I didn't want to get involved. No, I did have a sense of repentance for the existence of my clone.
What the Mad Scientists were expecting was primarily against Blaine Clone. Physical clones regarded it as something of an omelet.
But ironically, the clones of the brain, which were regarded as fateful, did not produce the results that the Mad Scientists wanted, and the physical clones, which were perceptions of the extent of the intrigue, were achieving more remarkable results.
"Jiro Hot, you are a real unexpected loser..."
The caretaker's Mad Scientist was scolded by Blaine Crohn's Hot Jiro every day. He continued to pour his gaze of disappointment and anger on the young Jiro Hot.
Hot Jiro is never retarded. Instead, he's a pretty good head owner compared to kids his age. But compared to Junko Yukioka, who is supposed to have the same brain, it's inferior.
There are stories that the expectations of the Mad Scientists were too heavy, but there is a feeling that the physical clones were being compared and unnecessarily disappointed because they were younger and exercising their monstrous powers.
While understanding the fate that had been imposed on him, the resourceful Hot Jiro worked hard every day to meet the expectations of the Mad Scientists without despair. I kept desperately studying, especially trying to please the caregiver, trying to praise myself, trying to get him to acknowledge me.
To a caregiver who only directed negative emotions at himself, Hot Jiro still had an admiration, and in his heart, if he became what the caregiver wanted, he would be happy or kind. I thought of the caregiver like a parent.
By the time he was eight years old, Hot Jiro had grown to the point of commingling with Mad Scientists to conduct research. It's not an exaggerated level to call this just a genius, but it still falls far short of the expectations of Mad Scientists.
Above all, Hot Jiro didn't want to. It was in that year that the Mad Scientist, the caregiver who was the substitute, came to the other world. Until the end against Jiro Feng, he died cursing like a curse. He kept turning his gaze of hatred and curse towards Hot Jiro.
Hot Jiro had a single image. It was a photo of Junko Suzuoka's face.
In my spare time, I kept looking at Junko's photos. I started wanting other pictures, and kept looking for and collecting pictures of her online.
In time, Hot Jiro began to think about Junko as his own family in his brain, to various delusions. My heart felt most at ease when I was moving the pure child I had in mind and continuing the conversation.
When I was ten years old, the caregiver made further changes. The second person was in normal contact, but Hot Jiro never opened his mind. And this third guy, he put a circle on the first guy and it sucked.
"Whether you have the same brain as Junko Suzuoka, you can't grow the same. The environment is important. In other words, let's aim for awakening by giving it a harsher environment and putting stress on it."
Mad Scientists split their opinions in favor of this policy. Some agreed with the Mad Scientist-like ruthless idea that it would be counterproductive, and that it would not be a loss if it were crushed at the moment anyway.
As a result, the caregiver's opinion was accepted. The third caregiver gave Hot Jiro a variety of impossible challenges. If you can't do them, call them punitive games, you did a harsh trick on Hot Jiro.
By a number of tragic atrocities at this time, Hot Jiro's body became ugly and deformed. Especially with the strong side effects of being kept on taking strange drugs.
He was invaded by a disease similar to the one that came, his back curved and exuberant like a shepherd man. Ibo, who was made in the body, was also responsible for the drugs he was drunk at this time. My face was also distorted. Age also went faster. As if aging were going to happen at the same time as growing up, cell death began, leaving her saggy skin as if she were a child but middle-aged.
Heat Jiro, who continues to be administered medicines that disintegrate the flesh and at the same time cause unbearable suffering, continues to suffer as every day.
In such a living hell, Hot Jiro continued. I continued to comfort myself as I saw a beautiful girl smiling adorably in the picture.
"Oh... or... Asa..."
On the floor of the room, punching blood reflexes, wetting his distorted face with tears and snot, Hot Jiro calls on the beautiful girl in the picture over and over again. Cry and keep calling with your sorrowful thoughts.
Every night in Hot Jiro's head, the original of his brain, Junko Yukioka, spread a grin as uncontrollable as in the picture, gently embracing Hot Jiro. Such delusions connected the lives of Jiro Hot. I saved my soul from despair.
One year, another half-clone escaped after killing several Mad Scientists.
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Knowing that, Jiro Feng also decides.Jiro Hot also murdered his caregiver Mad Sietensist and fled. With his intelligence and the extraordinary power he secretly wore, it was easy. It was only a matter of decision or no. I was too familiar with the environment to think of the act of fleeing, but with the physical clone fleeing, Jiro Hot came to the idea and made the decision.
Former S building residents, Mio Feng and Mastaro Otahara, were still acting together that day.
"Life in Building N, that's good. I have a lot of free time to move around, and I don't have as much doomed awakening training as building S."
"I want to go back to building S. That's heaven."
"Yes, Mr. Otahara agrees."
It is for some reason a pleasant Mio that the sinister dialogue converts the default Otahara upside down.
"But I really want to go outside. This is a true lie, a lie lie."
"Yep... I mean a real lie... really lie... because at the time of lying and speaking it would not be a lie but a real lie, I mean that true lie lie, so straight as it is, not the other way around?
To the dialogue that Otahara has spoken, Mio makes a point.
"It's a lie to want to be with Mio even when you're out there"
At the point of lying and adding, that becomes true. To Otahara's words, Mio feels her cheeks getting hot and her heartbeat quickening.
"Nah, I suddenly got stuck..."
Mio's words stopped on the way. I also stopped walking down the hall.
Otahara also stops to take a fighting position, even though tension and fear make him a fiercely mixed face.
"Why are you freed..."
Mio sits in front of a young man who stands in front of us with a flashing face.
"You have a death flag like the one in the picture. Because of this, let's make it happen."
The youth spread a soft grin on the neat side and told him in a soft voice that often passes.
Behind the expression and voice, a murderous mix of madness emitted in large numbers from the youth had stiffened Mio's body with fear.
Takae and Meguru are walking down the hallway.
"Ha, ha, ha! Oh, my God! Hahahaha! Bubba, bubba! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
From the end of the hallway, Xuanbu's laughter echoes. When I see it, there's a crowd in the hallway.
At the end of the hedge of man lay a pair of tragic bodies of men and women overlapping. There's blood all over the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling. Varied pieces of flesh and organs are also attached to the skin. I don't know what the hell way I died, but only my face with a tense look of fear and despair wasn't hurt, so I figured out who they were. It's Mio Feng and Mastaro Otahara.
"Did Xuanbu do it?
"No, I'm not! Don't blame me for anything! All the evils in this world in you are my fault!? I'm sorry if you don't blame me for anything!? From your perspective, am I the Great Evil God or something that has caused all evil to occur since history!?
Upon Takae's inquiry, Xuanbu quenched his grin and aroused it with angry shapes.
"I did it. Was there a problem?
One young man called out, grinning.
"This guy...!
Seeing the young man's refreshing smile, Megle took a breath.
"Haru-man Miyamoto..."
Takae speaks the name of the youth. You can't know that. A majority of the Japanese people know the man's name. Until just a year ago he was an F1 racer who made the world famous. He was a man with the nickname of Tachion's prince, etc. And just a year ago, he planted a bomb in a Shinjuku skyscraper to make the world famous even as a mass murderer who killed more than forty people.
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