The Nature of Possession chapter 341

341 – EP.12 Cradle-3

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There is snow everywhere. It was like that before, but now it’s even more blatant. One of the evidence is the cameras placed so that there are no blind spots.

Actually, there is no problem even if there is no camera in the room in the first place. Because there was always at least one Isis waiting next to me.

I don’t think I can get out of this room after causing the Android to go out of control.

A surprise attack like last time will not work again.

Ironically, no permission was needed to move around the cradle.

In other words, inside the cradle, I was able to indirectly see the results of Isis’ calculations that enough preparations had been made for me.

Excluding the space where the main body of the ark is located, there were many places for me to visit.

The cradle was quite huge.

The scenery of Aaru seen through the huge front window is as sophisticated and elegant as the scenery of a Western city I once saw in an overseas travel brochure.

In the aquarium in one corner of the ark, various fish species managed by the ark are swimming freely.

I followed the direction in which the beluga swam freely and caught my eye on them.

At the end of the deep blue aquarium, there was a history museum where the city’s history was summarized.

When you enter the history museum, you can see another Isis who claims to be a librarian.

Isis, dressed in livery, did not look at me, but periodically dusted off the dusty miniature.

“If you are curious about history, I can tell you about it.”

Isis, following me three steps behind, spoke to me.

Every time I came to the history museum, Isis repeated the same words.

“That’s enough.”

I didn’t really want to hear it. I wasn’t very fond of this city.

Especially after being captured.

As I was about to move my feet, Isis’ dry voice was heard again.

“It will be beneficial.”

When I turned to see what I had heard for the first time, Isis just made an expressionless face.

“I know the general idea. I heard it from NB.”

The miniatures expressed various city facilities in great detail.

I glanced half-heartedly at them.

“Then is there anything in particular you’d like to know? Kang In-ho?”

I crumpled my face as I heard those words, which gave me a strange sense of persistence.

“Isn’t there anything in particular you want to explain?”

For a moment, I felt annoyed by Isis, who spoke like an NB.

“That’s not true.”

Isis took a step back.

“What is that?”

As I walked out of the history museum with long strides, I pointed to a miniature and asked.

Unlike the square buildings of Aaru, its unusual appearance with a circular roof caught my attention.

“That’s the Human Reconstruction Institute. It’s the building adjacent to the cradle.”

“Human Reconstruction Research Institute?”

“The first research on human reconstruction was conducted only in the cradle. However, as research progressed, separate facilities became necessary, so they were built at the Ark’s own discretion.”

“It was the Ark’s own judgment… It means you did it in the end.”

“…….”

“So, was the human reconstruction research successful? Oh, I guess it hasn’t been done yet. Because it’s just me.”

With a twisted laugh, he laughed at Isis for no reason.

Even though I knew clearly that he wouldn’t be offended, I didn’t stop making fun of him.

I wonder why I am so emotional. Ah, maybe puberty has arrived.

“It is a failure. And research on human reconstruction has been halted.”

“Why?”

“Because there is no longer a need for that.”

Isis walked past me. Suddenly, Isis’s finger gently touched my sleeve.

“Next is the video theater. As I always say, you can watch any video you want. You have 3 hours and 12 minutes to spare.”

“…That’s enough. I’d like to go back to my room.”

When I look at that expressionless face, I sigh with frustration.

I felt calm. I just wanted to lie down and not think about anything.

“You ended your walk earlier than usual. Did you have any inconveniences?”

“No, nothing like that. I’ll just go back.”

“I understand.”

As I retraced the path I had walked, Isis followed me three steps behind.

“From my perspective, taking a walk means getting some fresh air and breathing in the outside air. Walking around inside this building does not count as a walk.”

As I was passing the entrance to the history museum, I spoke to Isis without looking at her behind me.

“I understand.”

I don’t know what you want to know.

***

The only place in the cradle that is not under surveillance is the bathroom.

Going into the bathroom gives me a few minutes of freedom.

The reason for the number of minutes is because if the specified time is exceeded, Isis forcibly opens the door in the name of checking my safety.

10 Minutes 23 seconds.

This is the only time I can be alone.

I think there was probably surveillance equipment in bathrooms at first.

[I’m asking just in case, but there aren’t cameras in the bathroom, right? If that were the case, I think I would be really angry.]

On the second day of my life in the cradle, I asked Isis.

[…Nothing.]

From then on, Isis imposed a rule of 10 minutes and 23 seconds on me.

I sat on the toilet with the cover down and looked blankly at the ceiling.

The warmth of the cool bathroom cleared my head.

It looked like a typical bathroom with a vent next to the incandescent light.

The difference is that it is a little larger than an ordinary home.

“Haa-“

I sighed.

I don’t know how to accept life here.

It feels similar to the dimension I lived in as the owner of the building. A battle between perfect conditions and psychological resistance.

I chose the perfect conditions at the time, and the results were not that good.

Rationally, there is no problem with living in a cradle.

Isis is not against me, and there is no reason to plot something behind my back.

The stability increases in the sense that supplies are plentiful and there are no people other than me, so there are fewer factors for Isis to run amok.

However, there is a psychological reluctance to readily accept this life.

To be exact, someone’s face comes to mind.

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Gray eyes, white hair.

The face of a grateful being who roamed the garbage dump together, hiding himself in a tattered coat.

NB.

It had the same face as Isis, but NB gave a different impression in my head.

It is more pure, harmless and unadorned.

Every time my mind tilts even a little towards the cradle, NB’s face comes to mind, and it overlaps with the face of Isis, who has the same face, making me feel bad.

“NB, what should I do now?”

No matter what level I fell into, I had something to do.

I had a goal, and I ran to achieve that goal.

But the goal was not visible from here.

“Should I take revenge for you?”

So, it is not clear whether the Ark played a decisive role in the absence of NB.

My refreshed mind became complicated again, and just as the thoughts in my head were about to explode, the door opened.

“Master, are you okay?”

“…Uh.”

“The door was inevitably opened to check safety.”

“Can’t I knock first?”

“From next time, I will knock 2 seconds before opening the door.”

“…Thank you.”

I left the bathroom, regretting the end of my short free time, and Isis did not take her eyes off me.

***

Night. I lay in bed and couldn’t fall asleep.

The reason is that Isis, who would normally have been away, watched me from the side of the bed with strange eyes.

“Why?”

I look at Isis, wondering if she has something to say.

“Can’t you sleep?”

“Could it be that I can’t sleep because you’re next to me?”

I laughed out loud because it was so absurd.

“I’ve thought about that possibility, but other possibilities seem more likely.”

Isis woke up without a sound. A huge shadow created by Isis covered my body.

“Other possibilities?”

“As a result of analyzing the Master’s brain waves and the behavior he has shown so far, we found that his stress level is quite high. This will have negative consequences for the Master’s health.”

“…So? What does that have to do with why you’re doing this now? To give me a massage?”

This is a more reliable method. Isis answered.

“The master’s body is that of a male in his current growth phase.”

Another Isis appeared from behind the curtain and approached the bed.

“So?”

“In a man’s life cycle, his s*xual desire is most active from his teens to his 30’s. As a result of inference based on big data, the Master has never resolved his s*xual desire since entering Aaru.”

The door opens, and two Isis come to the bed.

“…Wait a minute.”

I woke up to the sight of a total of four Isis surrounding the bed.

I don’t know who sprayed the coolant on Isis’ head, but it seems like they made a huge mistake.

But Isis’s hands pushed against my chest.

I fell onto the bed again, and the mattress rocked up and down loudly.

“We believe that the stress level has increased due to the lack of activities to relieve s*xual desire, and from now on, we will begin activities to reduce the stress level.”

“No, wait… Eup!”

Isis on the right covered his mouth with her lips.

Something slippery entered my mouth and skilfully swept the inside of my mouth.

As soon as the kiss that trampled on my dignity ended, I was able to see the situation in the room that had suddenly changed.

A sticky red light illuminated the room, and around the bed, dozens of Isis were looking at me naked.

As the number of Isis increased before I knew it, I reflexively pulled up the blanket and covered myself.

“Basically, home Androids are made to order.”

Isis, the only one wearing a uniform, next to me, whispered.

“What kind of hair do you like?”

Isis snapped her fingers, and another Isis’ hair turned blonde.

“Do you prefer bigger breasts?”

When I snapped my fingers one more time, the breasts of the other Isis next to me grew bigger and bigger.

“What kind of outfit do you like?”

Every time you snap your fingers, the number of Isis wearing various clothes, including school uniforms, uniforms, and night dresses, increases.

“What kind of facial expression should you make during intercourse? A somber expression, an angry expression, a crying expression, or ahegao are all possible.”

Isis, who occupied my ears, blew generously. I reflexively flinched.

“Everything can be chosen according to the master’s preference.”

Isis stuck her tongue in my ear and swirled it around. For some reason, something sticky remained in my ear.

“In this cradle, everything is at the Master’s discretion.”

Isis laughed, making a strange sound. It almost looked like a salesperson working hard to introduce a product to a buyer.

“Now, which one do you like best?”

Of all the nights I spent in the cradle, it seemed like the most dangerous night had begun.