Forgetful

ROUND : 13

STATUS : START

He woke up in the darkness.

It didn't take long before both eyes adjusted to being able to see better in the dark. Without wasting time thinking, he knew he was at the hospital. He looked around carefully. It didn't tell him anything more than there was a bouquet of flowers next to his bed. Everything ends there. The rest were just common hospital components that he didn't see how useful they were.

He looked down at himself. Surprisingly, he was in casual clothes that could not be considered hospital clothes. His wrist didn't have any needles or anything stuck in it. Without bags and IV lines No heart rate monitor Or whatever, he should be there to tell us why he's lying here. But this was more like he had been forced to sleep in a single room.

Suddenly, his hair stood on end as he just thought of something.

What's his name?

It was amazing when he realized he had forgotten his name. Maybe he is suffering from amnesia? He shook his head at how unlikely it was. If he really had amnesia, he should have something tied to him. Two legs walked to the door of the room. He opened it to see the patient's name.

Jackson

Okay, maybe his name is Jackson.

He opened the door wider. But it was not yet time to step out. His ears heard loud footsteps coming from a certain direction and he had to turn to look. It was the figure of a young man running towards him carrying an army. Yes, it was an army clad in black that was probably armor. They ran with their feet hitting the ground in unison as if they had been well trained. And there was no tired expression like the person who was running ahead.

“Go away!!”

I still haven't understood anything. His body was pushed with full force by the man, causing him to stumble back into the room. The door of the room was closed by the hand of the new man who had just entered. Followed by the sound of something slamming against the wall and several doors, hard and fast.

Jackson didn't want to guess what it was...but his brain was telling him it was a bullet.

“Hello, this stupid door and wall should delay some time.” He moved slightly to press a button. Then Jackson heard a click. It must be the sound of the door lock system. The stranger panted for a moment before extending his hand. “I'm Mark. How about you?”

“Jackson”

“What a stupid name.” Jackson felt his eyebrows twitch. I really want to reply to that. 'Mark's name doesn't sound right, right?'

Jackson glanced at the door where the sound of bullets was still being heard, then turned to look at Mark. He just noticed that Mark's hair was bright red. But that's not important. “Those people...?”

“People? They're not human.” Mark leaned his back against the wall where the bullets continued to pierce. This man didn't seem afraid of the small steel balls. That's a little bit. “That's an android.”

Jackson was silent. He thought he knew this word. “Humanoid robots?”

“Oh,” Mark raised his wrist and looked at his watch. “Where are you behind the mountain that I don't know?”

Jackson frowned. I really want to tell you not to talk about where you were before. Even your own name requires a sign in front of the room to tell you. But if he told Mark like that, he would definitely get scolded for doing something that didn't fit the situation. His condition was like that of a person who couldn't remember anything.

Mark looked at the watch again. “Time is running out. In theory, this wall will be bulletproof for ten minutes.” Mark stood up. Jackson just saw that on Mark's back was a backpack. “It has now been seven minutes. We have to get out of here before there are bullet holes in the laughing.”

Jackson got up. He looked at Mark who was walking towards the window. before looking down from its hole ...about ten floors “Don't tell me you're going to jump from here?”

“Who said it's just me? You have to jump in too.”

“What?” Wait a minute. He's just lying in this room. What does that have to do with him?

“Androids kill everyone who doesn't belong to them. And do you think they'll see you as one of them?” Mark took out a piece of equipment from his backpack. It's some kind of rope. He tied it to the leg of the bed where Jackson woke up. There were nails stretching the bed, giving them enough traction to tie them repeatedly.

several times until it is sure enough. before turning to Jackson "You'll follow me down."

“Oh—yeah.”

Mark reminded him that if he didn't go down less than half the line, he shouldn't follow him down. Otherwise the line will swing. Then he climbed down the rope as the sound of the bullets became louder and louder. Jackson began to feel afraid. What if Mark lost more than three minutes? What if the theory the man gave was incorrect?

If those androids got through the door before he could get down, what if—

wad!! wad!!

The door is starting to bend. Does that mean that in a little more time they will reach him?

Jackson looked down at the rope. He almost cheered when Mark climbed more than halfway down the line. He hurriedly climbed the rope down as fast as he could. Adrenaline is the best help at this time.

“You were a monkey in your past life, right?” Mark said, smiling slightly. Jackson felt embarrassed for some unknown reason. Maybe it was because he had never seen Mark smile before.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire rang out again. Mark used the pocket knife in his pants pocket to cut the rope as long as he could carry before leading Jackson into a sprint. All around them were ruins. It looked dilapidated, very different from the room Jackson woke up from. They managed to jump over the pillar lying in the way. What did Mark say?

But the sound of the wind ripping through the air made him unable to understand the meaning. He asked again, but it was more like he got more curses than answers.

Mark led him to an old house that, no matter how it looked, didn't look like a good hiding place. But when he asked like that Received the answer that ‘The most dangerous place is the safest place.’ And Jackson understood the meaning of those words when Mark opened a secret passageway in the house to jump down.

“I didn't tell you from the beginning that there was a hiding place.”

“I told you, but you didn't understand.”

Okay, Jackson could be wrong on this point.

There were still a few people in the hiding place. These people were no more interested in Mark and Jackson than an ant crawling on their feet. Mark took him to a corner and sat next to a man who was enjoying a bowl of soup. Mark nudged gently. At the man's side, "JB, this is Jackson."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at them. Both hands still not leaving the soup bowl. “Ah!”

Jackson said Mark is definitely a human being. Jeb is more advanced.

They didn't think of paying more attention to JB than that. Jackson took the soup from Mark's hand and ate it. The taste was so delicious that it was shocking that it would not exist during a time like this war. He glanced towards Mark who was sitting next to him. He wanted to ask about the current situation. Just the story of androids killing people other than themselves wasn't enough to solve his doubts. But he wasn't sure if he should ask or not.

“Why are you looking?”

“P-No.” Jackson looked away. Pretending to slurp soup in his hand to fix his embarrassment

“Whatever you say.” He seemed easier to read than I thought. Or maybe Mark is too good at reading other people.

“Actually, I—” He fell silent, hesitation once again attacking whether he should tell the truth or not. “—What compels you to go upstairs?”

And in the end he didn't tell. Truly truly cowardly.

“Gathered,” Mark said, slurping down the soup until the last drop. “There are still many people stuck up there. I will go upstairs every week to gather as many people as possible.”

It sounds reasonable. Mark has all his equipment in one backpack. He seemed skilled at running around up there. Know the theory and capabilities of building walls. If someone were to go up and play around and return thirty-two. Mark is one possible person.

In the end, Jackson didn't ask what he wanted to know the most. He seemed so foolish for leaving his doubts behind when he had the opportunity to clear them up. He leaned his back against the wall and prepared to sleep. Mark said that everyone should use as little space as possible in this shelter. Because if you get into the habit of using a lot of space on days when there are other people moving in and it's all overcrowded, it will cause you to take advantage of each other.

“Mark”

A woman called Mark, causing the owner of the name to walk towards her. She told Mark with an extremely considerate expression that her daughter had a fever. I'd like to ask Mark to go up and buy some medicine. Mark nodded in approval. He grabbed his backpack and slipped through the hole at the top to his chest.

Maybe Jackson thought that Mark was being too heroic?

Jackson was awakened by the soles of JB's feet. He was kicked because of JB's sleepwalking. When he kicked JB's leg into place and went back to sleep, he found himself too unconscious to fall asleep again. He looked around. And found that no one had woken up yet. which is appropriate Even here he doesn't know the day or time.

But it shouldn't be more than five. He looked at the girl who called Mark last night. She looked up at her daughter, who had a wet cloth on her forehead. Her condition still doesn't seem to improve even though—

Really, where is Mark?

He looked around once more, there was no figure of the familiar man with bright red hair. He didn't think he had only been asleep for five or ten minutes. He was sure he had slept for more than two hours, and Mark should have gone back and bought the medicine. A feeling surged in his chest. Both worried and afraid...

The image of the androids chasing after Mark as he opened the hospital room door is still etched into his brain. He didn't want to imagine if he hadn't opened the door. What will Mark's fate be?

And now Will someone open the door and wait for Mark to take refuge?

If he is still a sane person What he was about to do next was something he would never do, after all. He probably wasn't the sane person who opened the hatch to go upstairs.

He is worried about Mark.

Two legs ran straight out as soon as they left the house. He didn't know where to begin his search. Or in which direction should I run? Jackson felt very stupid for deciding this design. But if asked if he could go back in time, would he do this again? He would still do the same.

An army of androids marched everywhere. The sound of heels hitting the floor together was almost a single sound. It's funny how they're programmed like that. But now he couldn't laugh. There were too many android soldiers and he didn't know which way to move to escape their sight and their muzzles.

Well, it's got to be a risk.

The recklessness in him must be too much. He slammed his feet across the road as soon as he saw that the army of androids had left, leaving only a handful of normal androids left. He ran as fast as he could. as fast as you can At least to make it to the other side of the road where there were a dazzle of stalls. There was a high chance that there was a drug store or something where he would have a chance to meet Mark there.

Bang!!

We're done. Did a soldier see him?

Jackson's running trajectory suddenly veered away from where he thought he heard the gunshot. But that only caused the distance between him and his target to widen.

Until he was hit hard by the butt of someone's gun.

Too much!!

“Ugh,” he moaned in pain.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead. Jackson didn't even dare to breathe. He was afraid that the slightest movement would cause the finger on the trigger to move and his head would explode. He couldn't see the eyes under the mask of the soldier pointing a gun at him. But it was as emotionless as androids should be.

Jackson was a bit surprised that he knew more about the android's properties than he thought, even though he didn't remember ever encountering one before.

Everything lasts like an eternity. Jackson nearly exclaimed in shock when the android in front of him pulled out his muzzle. He took two steps back and turned to speak to the soldier behind him. (who was about to shoot Jackson as well) saying, "He's just like us. Keep looking."

That made Jackson dazed.

What does it mean that he's like them?

Jackson stood up. It seemed like he didn't need to hide from them anymore. He wanted to laugh. But the throat was completely constricted. His eyes were hot, like a person about to cry. But not a single tear fell. He staggered along the path. Not sure what to do next.

If he was an android So why would he go looking for Mark?

“Jackson!”

His body was suddenly pulled into a corner. Jackson blinked, regaining his drifting consciousness. Mark, he didn't know what he should say or do. He is worried about this man. But from the situation He's the enemy of this guy, right? And what would Mark do to him if he found out he wasn't human?

“What the hell is wrong with you standing in the middle of the road? Not getting riddled with bullets would be great.”

He couldn't get shot...the android soldiers couldn't shoot him...

In the end, Mark was brought back to his original hiding place without him saying or protesting a word. His mind was empty and clear. He looked around as he realized what was happening. He immediately felt that this was not his place. He looked at Mark. Mark was giving medicine to the woman's child.

Mark risked his life to get him...but he brought an android to hide.

It's better for him to be human.

Jackson walked towards Mark. He thought he should tell Mark. Something told him that Mark would never do anything to him, even if he said he was. He nudged Mark to walk away from the group of people. He trusts Mark but no one else. There was no guarantee that they wouldn't do anything to him.

“What is it, Jackson?”

“Mark...it's me—” He felt like each word he said was difficult to come out. “—I don't think I... am—”

"What? Come on, I'm going to sleep."

When being rushed by Mark Makes him not dare to wander off again. He hurriedly summed things up. “I am an android.”

Mark's expression looked stunned. Of course, no one expected this. Jackson's heart was pounding so hard that he was about to bounce. Mark was silent, silent for so long that he began to fear that he might have made the mistake of telling him.

Bang!!

Everyone in the hiding place was startled. Mark, too. Jackson looked at the source of the voice...JB. The other party gave him a grim expression. Jackson pursed his lips. Needless to say, JB had already heard what he had told Mark, even though he saw that JB was just sitting there playing. He didn't think JB would hear.

“Android? Why are you hiding among us?"

“JB! Don't do it to him yet.” Mark hurriedly intervened. Mark's eyes were wet with tears. It looks so sad and pitiful. But Jackson couldn't understand why Mark's face was so… painful. It was too much, more than people who had only known each other for less than a day could have.

JB smiled evilly, obviously he didn't listen to Mark's pleas. The finger on the trigger pulls the trigger. A loud noise echoed in the cramped hiding place. A black steel ball rushed out from the mouth of the barrel. It punched hard into the middle of Jackson's forehead. pushing his body down

The moment the bullet was about to penetrate Jackson's skull. He saw another arm sticking out of JB's jacket—it was the color of metal.

JB is not human.

ROUND : 13

STATUS : FAILED

ROUND : 14

STATUS : START

He smelled the sea.

The young man slowly opened his eyes and blinked them to adjust to the brightness. He raised his hand to massage his temple when he felt a sharp pain for no apparent reason. He was in the bedroom...not sure if this was his room or not. Because he didn't feel familiar with it at all. Another headache struck as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position.

He sat there for a bit to let the pain subside. before placing your feet on the ground to stand.

But the room door opened first.

“Are you awake?” said the person who opened the door. The young man felt a slight sting in his eyes from the bright red hair of the man in front of him. “Can you stand?”

"Oh..." I think.

The other party seemed to notice. The red-haired man walked up to him and gently touched his elbow, nonverbally saying that if anything happened he would always be there to support him. “Do you remember anything? Uh...don't try to think too much. If you can't remember, just say you can't remember.”

He tried to remember, and the answer was "I don't remember."

“That's nice, the head hit and there was so much blood,” the person beside him muttered. “Let's just say my name is Mark. I had a feeling you'd bring your wallet—I mean, when I met you. There should be some evidence in there that helps tell who you are.”

He didn't quite understand Mark's bloody head-banging. But he nodded in response.

"So, what is your name? Do you know?"

He tried to remember, his head ached, "I don't know."

Mark scratched his head. His face looked like someone facing a big national problem. “Can you walk by yourself? Go downstairs. As soon as you go down, you will see a dining table. I prepared it and you can eat it right away. I'll try to find your wallet. I will call you by your correct name.”

He thought it made sense. He hated that his brain was as empty as his unused hard drive. Because of that, he nodded back. (He's too dizzy to speak.)

A red-haired man named Mark walked out. He felt that walking and stepping became doubly difficult. He glanced towards the window. Outside is a beach. This house is next to the sea. No wonder he could smell the smell of the sea filling his nostrils. The young man tried to support himself and slowly descended the stairs. Every muscle was so tired that he even wondered why it was like that.

He found a table on the ground floor that the stairs leading down to it met. There was food on the table that gave off a faint fragrance that rivaled the smell of the sea. Mark walked back with a wallet that he assumed was his own. The person in front of him sat down on the opposite side from where he had come. Causing him to sit on the other side by default.

“Jackson”

"look for?"

“Jackson, that's your name.”

He nodded. In fact, he felt quite familiar with this name. So whatever Jackson is is probably his name. Mark told him to go ahead and eat the food. Which he did without hesitation because his stomach began to growl in protest, asking for something to run around in there.

Jackson glanced at Mark. He had noticed for some time that Mark turned to look out the window unusually often. He also looked at the watch on his wrist so frequently that it was like a person was waiting for something. He kept his doubts in check because he didn't want to be rude to someone he was meeting for the first time. So he chose to keep his head down and eat the food in front of him in silence. At least armies march on their stomachs.

Beep!!

A cry came from Mark's watch. The redhead immediately stood up and rushed out the door. Jackson's eyes widened when he saw what was in the homeowner's hand. Where and when did Mark get the gun? He remembered that when he came to sit in Mark's hand, there was nothing at all. The hairs on his body stood on end as he began to think that maybe it was stuck to the table where he ate breakfast.

Mark leaned forward and looked outside. His expression was overly cautious, causing Jackson to wonder what Mark was being careful about. After turning left and right for a while, Mark turned back to him. “Have you finished eating yet? Don't you know that this time is not suitable for lingering?”

I don't know. He doesn't even know which part of the world map this is. And what date is it now? What kind of situation are they facing right now?

“I'm sorry.” Jackson hurriedly stuffed the remaining food into his stomach and walked towards Mark. But it wasn't until he arrived. He heard a noise coming from a shaft not far from them.

Bang!

Yes, it's a gunshot.

“Dodge first.” Mark pushed Jackson's body until he was pushed to the ground. Mark has no time to care. He closed the door of the small house tightly. The gun in Mark's hand pulled the trigger twice in succession, the target being the door. Mark seemed to want to test its strength.

What is this? Is that gunfire real? Even though it wasn't real, the gun in Mark's hand was definitely real. Jackson looked at the two pictures on the door in front of him with stunned eyes. He probably didn't get lost on the set of an action movie, right? Someone please tell the director that he's not an actor in this shit. He just woke up and doesn't remember anything. And the truth is. He had only eaten three bites of breakfast.

Okay, he knew it wasn't funny.

“Follow me if you don't want to collapse like that door,” Mark said, his voice different from the stress he'd had just a few minutes ago. He immediately scrambled to his feet and followed Mark. The sound of a gunshot ringing behind him made Jackson shiver. But it's good that the walls and doors are strong enough to withstand it. Mark led him towards the kitchen.

The homeowner rummaged around for something before tossing a heavy, black object to Jackson.

gun

“The lightest I could find. If you see people in weird clothes pretending to shoot, you're fired up.”

Jackson felt like a drunkard. I didn't understand anything and was completely confused. He grabbed Mark's shoulder and asked what he had been bothering for a long time. “What happened here?”

Mark frowned. Those eyes clearly showed that he was extremely upset, and his question was like a sting on Mark's anger glands. Mark gritted his teeth as if trying to suppress his emotions. It had been so long that Jack felt a little afraid that the gun in Mark's hand would fire again.

“You knew from the android, right?”

“Ah, the most human-like robot.”

“He's hunting us, that's all,” Mark replied succinctly. Of course, it still wasn't clear enough for Jackson. But it was enough for him to understand the current situation. “There probably weren't many people coming because they divided up their forces. If we can get them all, we'll have time to escape into the city. At least there were people there and buildings to hide in. This house is very trashy. There are only good walls and doors.

For a moment, they'll probably—”

There's still no word left. The sound of breaking the door sounded. Followed by the sound of footsteps hitting the ground in a single rhythm. Mark blasts as many humanoid robots as he can. So is Jackson. But his skills are still many miles away from Mark's. He just picked up a gun for the first time. How good is it that he knows how to use it? That took him five shots to knock out one android.

Thank goodness they were only interested in Mark and not him.

Mark cursed, it was nice, there were more of them than he thought. It is assumed that he must have conscripted his friends through some kind of system, causing the androids to gather in this small house, especially the lonely house in the middle of the beach. It is not difficult to find and arrest.

"Let's go home and suckle mother's milk."

Mark threw something into the middle of the group of android soldiers and quickly grabbed Jackson by the hand, causing him to run out of the house. Followed by a loud boom that made their bodies stagger from the pressure of the explosion. Mark grabbed his hand to continue running. But he didn't get far when Mark suddenly fell down for no apparent reason. Jackson turned to look and saw a man in clothing that was different from those androids.

Who was probably the one who kicked Mark until he fell? This man's eyes were alive. Jackson frowned. He couldn't understand why this man had to attack Mark in a different city, he was the same human being.

“JB! What are you doing?!”

“How do you collect the humans?” the man named JB grinned. Jackson doesn't understand. JB isn't human like that? So why do they seem more alive than the ones that just exploded?

“You are human!”

"no! I'm not one of them. Android won't kill me.” JB raised his hand. Jackson just saw that JB's hand wasn't human flesh, it was metal, and now JB's hand didn't have the shape of a normal hand. Because it is shaped like the barrel of a gun.

In fact, the androids didn't seem to want to kill Jackson either. He began to wonder if maybe he was just like JB. But when I saw that I was similar to everyone else, I felt nauseous.

The muzzle pointed at Mark's head.

“You're a cyborg,” Mark moaned, as if stunned.

“Of course,” JB grinned mischievously, preparing to pull the trigger.

Of course, Jackson would never allow that to happen. He kicked JB's body as hard as he could. Until JB fell to the floor. He walked over and pulled Mark's body up. The red-haired young man slowly stood up. They slammed their feet and ran towards the shore with all their might. Because the force of the explosion had brought them closer to the sea, the distance from the beach to the concrete area was even further.

Jackson ran as fast as Mark. They ran until they were almost halfway through.

Bang!!

Mark's body fell again. This time, it was because of the force of the shoulder blade—Mark was shot. Jackson slumped down to look at Mark, who didn't seem to dare to move. He tried to move Mark but received an agonizing scream in return. Blood flowed onto the floor until it turned into small, bright red beads. He tried to help Mark's body up.

It had to be before JB could reach them—but it didn't work. Mark is powerless.

“It's really blocking the way.”

lace!

JB hits Jackson in the face with the spine of his gun. The headache already made him unable to keep his balance. My brain aches like a person is screaming. It was as if someone had squeezed it until it almost turned into liquid inside his skull. He held his head with the expression of the most tormented person in the world. His vision and hearing were blurred to the point where he couldn't see anything, couldn't receive any message, and didn't even know how pitifully JB looked at him.

“JB...you...you know Jackson has a headache!”

Mark, who was hurt, immediately turned and shouted at the young cyborg. But JB doesn't think he's interested. He snatched Mark's red hair and dragged Mark's body, which was in serious condition, towards the sea. Mark scrambled, trying to escape. But he was unable to move the arm on the same side as the shoulder blade that had been shot. That made everything harder for Mark and easier for JB.

“Let go of me, JB! Let me go!”

Mark's body was thrown into the sea at a very deep level. JB followed along. before pulling Mark's head again “Junior has warned you many times about acting beyond your role. But you still act the same. I'm sure Junior would never criticize me if I made you...remember.”

“No...no JB, no...m—”

Of course, Mark's objections were of no consequence. JB pressed his hand into the sea. In his hand was Mark's hair. Bright red hair spread out in the water, competing with the blood that spread out, covering the entire area. Mark pounded and hit JB's hand, but deep down he knew that JB would never feel anything. The hand that JB uses to hold his life is made of metal. And he had no way to fight against a hand that had no senses.

His head was pressed into the sea, his eyes stinging. Mark wanted to cry. he is dying

JB's hand that was holding his head suddenly disappeared. Mark immediately pushed himself up above the water. Try to breathe as much air into your lungs as you can. Then I turned to look at why JB was holding his hand and let go—and got the answer. Jackson with the stick was all the answers.

“Is your headache gone?” he asked teasingly.

“The pain is worse than having lemon juice splashed on your face.”

Mark wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, not now. He walked towards JB's body, which was now falling to the ground. Jackson knowingly handed him the stick. Mark smiled a smile that Jackson had never seen before before slamming the stick squarely into JB's face. The loud cry that came out made Mark want to laugh loudly in the sky with satisfaction.

But not yet

Mark caressed JB's body, who was now unconscious. Until I found a gun He picked it up. He pulled the trigger on the gun before handing it to Jackson to “kill him.”

"what?"

“Kill him before he kills us,” Mark said sternly. Seeing that Jackson's expression was hesitant, he urged, "Hurry up!"

Jackson's hand was shaking. JB was a bad person. He almost killed Mark. He hurt Mark. Mark's shoulders were red. That's evidence of JB's badness. Just killing a bad person isn't bad. Jackson took a deep breath. He didn't expect that he would have to kill someone in just one day. Even though this is a cyborg, by definition.

Cyborgs are still human. Even if it's only half

“Shoot Jackson,” Mark said.

Yes, he had to shoot before JB could get up and do anything else.

Jackson pulled the trigger. before pressing your finger down

Bang!!

ROUND : 14

STATUS : COMPLETED

Mark walked and stood still, letting the iris scan system take over for a while. At the same time, both hands were wiping his hair that was soaked with water. He was in a gown, ready to work hard. Once the system has verified The door opened. He stepped into a room where a man in the same uniform was sitting. His expression did not indicate that he was in a positive mood at all.

“Junior”

The person who was called turned around. A smile spread across his face, "Oh, have you finished taking a shower, Mark?"

Mark didn't answer, but instead walked over and sat down next to Junior. He glanced at the computer screen for a while before speaking in a murky voice that couldn't be concealed. “Sea water is extremely salty.”

“Thought you'd like it.” Junior shrugged indifferently. Mark wasn't surprised by his ignorant expression. Has Junior ever been interested in anyone's life or feelings? All this man cared about was experimentation and achievement. Even a lover like JB was carelessly abandoned.

But even today, JB still agrees to do whatever Junior wants. He's clearly a slave.

Mark put what JB said earlier out of his mind. I washed Junior and saw that it wouldn't be a problem. It would only be a waste of time, so he chose to get straight to the point. “How was it this time?”

“This time passed, he killed JB.”

“That one, I know. I ordered him to do it himself.” Mark rolled his eyes sadly. “I mean development.”

“Oh, well...his decision is closer to Jackson's. Since he dared to ask what happened back then, and he didn't hesitate to go help you—I consider that to be an improvement.”

“But he woke up with a headache. That means that thing you made him look like was actually close to Jackson. But that almost made his head hurt. Am I right?” Mark leaned back on his office chair. Ignoring Junior's murderous gaze, which immediately turned to look at him after hearing his taunt.

“It's the brain, Mark.”

“It's not the brain. It's just some kind of lump that's been made to look like a brain as much as possible.”

“But it also serves as your brain, Jackson. And after all, I am the leader of this research. Be careful with your words, Yi En.” It seemed like Junior was about to have a full blown fuse to threaten Mark like this. The audience shrugged. Did you think that a mere threat like this would do anything to him? Of course not. Not at all. So he wouldn't be on this research team for this long.

“When are you going to get it fixed?”

“I'm going to go find him. I give you ten minutes.”

Mark nodded. He walked out of the room filled with computer screens showing the results of the previous experiment. And before his feet even stepped out of the door He laughed softly when he decided to leave one bomb with Junior.

“Maybe you should fix JB too. It seems that his arm is more inefficient than you thought. This can be seen from the experiment just now.”

The bomb about Junior's work is the most powerful bomb.

Jackson Wang, a brain virus patient By the time we knew everything about this disease, it was too late. His cerebrum was completely rotten. Not much of the hypothalamus and cerebellum may be consumed. But there were no Old Factory Bulbs left. How good is it that it has not yet spread to the pons and medulla oplongata? Otherwise, don't hope that Jackson will survive at all. Of course, Mark will never allow that.

And the most wrong decision in Yi En "Mark" Tuan's life happened. When he went to ask Junior, the country's smartest classmate and current researcher, to help Jackson. Junior told him As long as the medulla oplongata remains Jackson still had a chance to survive. After that, ten days had passed. As slow as ten years

And he couldn't wait any longer.

And that makes him fall into the endless cycle of trials of Jinyoung “Junior” Park.

Jinyoung will measure Jackson's level of personality based on the qualities Mark gave him on the first day. It takes Jackson into a tight simulation situation. (As for the question, why does it have to be Android? Because Junior likes it, that's the end of it.) Everything becomes more and more difficult and stressful. The first time starts with something as simple as separating colors (

Because of that, Mark's hair color is red) until making important decisions. It will feature Mark and JB as characters based on real people. The rest was purely Jinyoung's manipulation.

Each stage of the trial can be passed. Only if Jackson doesn't get killed and then kills someone first.

He once asked Junior, 'When will the experiment end?'

and the answer that came back It was Junior's sneering smile that appeared as he said. 'As soon as Jackson wakes up and recognizes you?'

It's impossible. Jackson always wakes up with zero memories. So how will this crazy experiment end?

Mark walked into the room where Jackson's body lay. That expression was more like that of a person sleeping soundly and comfortably than the rat of a lunatic like Junior. He lightly touched the skin of Jackson's cheek. Everything is still the same. Jackson's appearance had not changed. But inside, Junior said that he had to wait for development in each part until he got the most complete Jackson.

This isn't a cyborg...this is clearly an android.

He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his eyes. Just like when JB was pushed into the sea, even though he didn't actually go into the sea.

He raised his hand and touched it lightly. On the cheek—it was wet.

...Maybe he just wants to cry.

footnote

The cerebrum controls movement, emotion, and intelligence. This includes the optic lobe, which controls vision.

The hypothalamus functions to control metabolism in the body.

The O-factory bulb controls the smell.

The pons controls facial movement and breathing.

The medulla oplongata serves as the center for regulating breathing. Regulates the blood system heartbeat (Control only important things Junior then said that there must be no damage.)

This matter leaves a lot of clues. If you look carefully, you will see that Jackson's personality in the two rounds is not at all the same.

The first one seems more timid, younger, not as confident in himself. The second one will become more daring and irritating. To show that Jackson is starting to get close to Jackson.

But both rounds have one thing in common. I'm very worried about Mark. We're going to say that no matter what, Jackson is still the person who cares about Mark the most (so dirty, haha).

Oh, JB isn't dead yet. The experiment was just to send the story into Jackson's brain, connecting Mark's and JB's brains to make it realistic. I don't know where JB is now. Junior will probably follow and fix it ^----^

See you again when diligence requires it.