Psycho-pass Main Character Novels & Stories

"I want you to tell me because it is the right thing to do. Because every day that the activator is out there, innocent people are at risk of being turned into something they never chose to be. People like Priya Sharma. People who were programmed without their knowledge or consent. People who are fighting right now to reclaim their own minds." Something flickered in Kessler's eyes. "Priya Sharma. She was one of Croft's earliest subjects. He was very proud of her. He said she had the perfect psychological profile for deep conditioning. Resilient. Loyal. Empathetic. Those traits make the programming hold better, you know. The stronger the person, the deeper the conditioning can go." "She is st

My name is Victor Kane. I built this company from nothing, and I run it like a king. The experimental neural possession tech was my best-kept secret. During private “performance reviews,” I could slip into an employee’s body, feel everything they felt, and steer them however I wanted. It gave me total control.

He is walking me to the bright lighted elevator made out of glass that had gold trimmings that can only be turned on with a fingerprint recognition system. My stomach clenched seeing his whole place having such tight security technology. This is making me want to throw up. I'm getting dizzy thinking of ways on how Mario will punish me if I attempted to escape here. My thoughts are advancing to the part where he catches me, there are so many men guarding the parameter and tiny cameras are everywhere. Does he already know I would try to run away, it seems that he's prepared for it? My stomach is feeling queasy, I couldn't hold it anymore, I vomited on the floor. Mario just patted me on the bac

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"

“It’s… layered. Like someone stacked multiple interference protocols on top of each other, then distorted the signature so it doesn’t behave like normal stealth tech.” “That’s vague,” Victor snapped. She ignored him. “It’s as if the pass exists and doesn’t exist at the same time,” she continued. “The system registers its activation, but the user doesn’t appear on any surveillance feed. No residual energy markers. No physical displacement flags.” Something shifted inside me, a pull I couldn’t ignore, drawing my attention like a thread through the dark. “And yet,” I said, “you’re certain it was used.” “Yes,” she replied immediately. “The pass responded. That’s definitely not a glitch.”

“Female. Early twenties. Resistant to stage three suggestion. Psychological resemblance to Dr. I. Hart.” “Wait,” Isabella said. “What?” Adrian stood and moved to the wall. He pressed a switch. A panel slid open above the fireplace, revealing a monitor. He didn’t look at her as he typed in the passcode. The screen lit up with a black-and-white feed. A young woman sat in a chair, bound at the wrists, a headset over her ears. Her expression was glassy, vacant. Then, as the sound began—a low pulse, then a voice—her body tensed. Her lips moved.

Alex groans, his head falling back against the chair. I take all of him. He fills me completely, stretching me, grounding me. I start to move. Slow, deliberate grinds. I place my hands on his chest, feeling his heart hammer against his ribs. "Ask him," Echo prompts. "Alex, tell her why you chose her." I lean forward, my face inches from his. "Tell me. Why me? Out of thousands of users." He gasps, his hips bucking up to meet mine. "Your... your psych profile."

The following him and being tripped by a branch which leads her here. A shadow emerged by the door, and she nearly fainted. It was Aron just as she had suspected. She wanted to faint for real this time and not wake up. Should she play du,b or act as if she has amnesia. He walks into the room and he sits in the vacant chair that is next to the bed. Her heart thudded faster and faster. He doesn't say anything and she can feel herself squirming. Alissa says the first thing that comes to her mind, "What time is it." She can barely hear herself speak.

"Focus on sound. Psychoacoustic stuff. Harrison knows how to manipulate perception. He's a doctor he understands how the brain processes information." Ava hung up, her arms wrapped around herself. "He said the plan is active. This feels like it. The voice was so clear, Damien. It wasn't just noise. It was Victor. His exact tone, his exact words." I pulled her close again. "We fight it. You are not crazy. We are being targeted. This is psychological warfare, pure and simple." Ava nodded against my chest. "I heard Victor clear. Telling me to give up the fortune. Or Maya pays. He said I was a failure as a mother, that I would destroy everything I touched."