Psycho Pass Novels & Stories

“Because if I lost, Shadow would never leave me be. She taught me everything. She reformed me, from head to toe. But, in this game, I am still lower than Psycho, though. I can never win against him.” Blue, who was upset at the start, immediately raised his hands. “I will not complain ever again. Psycho is literally the hidden gem. His mind… I can’t even fathom how his mind works.” “His uniqueness is the charm. I am grateful to have him as my teammate.” “Anyway, it’s your win.” Blue patted his shoulder and acknowledged his loss. “I’m not good enough to beat you.” “I thought Psycho is supposed to be in the genius team, or I am just tripping?” Smiley continued with his card game with Hisoka.

"Quite the offer. I find it hard to believe you'll back down from my prey after all that preparation." Why did I use the word "prey" to refer to Mr. Wissen? That's simple! Hitoshi must absolutely not find out that I'm going after his throat, so I have to make it seem like he just got in my way, and I took the necessary steps to continue my plan. "You want the truth? Then..." "*Finger cracks!" Am I seeing things? Is Nori playing with my mind? What in the actual fuck is this? I can see blue outlines through the walls mimicking a human's silhouette. Is that some FPS game mechanic which reveals your enemy's positions? There are about one... no, three hundred men disappearing one by one?!

He didn’t roar. He dismantled. Efficient. Brutal. Final. I turned away—not because I couldn’t watch—but because my war wasn’t being fought in muscle or steel. I dropped to my knees in front of the central console. My hands hovered over the glass interface, trembling. Not with fear. With recognition. This system knew me. Not biometrics. Not DNA. Logic. “Okay,” I whispered, breath fogging the surface. “Okay, you paranoid, beautiful monster. Let’s talk.”

"It’s... pieces of people." Jack looked closer at the data stream with his Progenitor eye. He zoomed in on the packets of information. He recoiled. The data wasn't just stock prices or GPS coordinates. Embedded in the code were fragments of human consciousness. Fears. Desires. Panic. The "Miller Algorithm" didn't just predict behavior; it harvested it. Every time someone used a Sterling device, every time someone looked at a screen controlled by the Council, a tiny fragment of their psyche was copied and uploaded here to feed the machine.

He pouted and slumped back in his seat. “The code is almost compiled. The architecture is… beautiful. It’ll interface directly with the 5G towers, acting as a carrier wave for your… you know… your woo-woo stuff.” He wiggled his fingers. “Your psychic energy. It’ll amplify it, broadcast it. Everyone with a phone, a tablet, a smart-TV… they’ll get a direct d******d of your will. Their own thoughts will just… fade away. Replace by yours.” “Good.” It was perfect.

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER ONE THE PSYCHO QUEEN Bang… Bang… Bang… “Are we supposed to protect the boss’s daughter, or protect them from her?” one man sighed in frustration. “She may end up spilling a lot of blood.” Another voice chipped in, trembling. “Is she even human?” Bang. I stood in between the pillars, waiting for my opps to slip, a sadistic smile plastered on my face. “Too slow, old man.” Bang. Bang.

"I'm with you." My body is betraying me. The friction is relentless. It bypasses my mind and goes straight to the nerves. I can feel the heat building, the traitorous swell of pleasure rising against my will. "Fight it," I tell myself. "Don't give her this." But I can't. The machine knows exactly where to hit. It knows my map. Of course it does. Alex built the map, and Evelyn stole it. "Heart rate: 120 BPM," the lobotomized Echo announces. "Climax probability: 80%."

She explained and pleaded with tears running down her face. How did I know she was the one? It was easy. All I did was check their faces and enter their heads to see what they were thinking. A guilty person would always think about what they did wrong in their head and that made it easier for someone like me to detect the criminal every time.

Williams presses. Kensey starts to giggle, blue eyes glued to my red face. My mouth opens but nothing comes out. Clearing my throat, I force it out. "Psychopath," I answer. He raises an eyebrow, and my fingers twitch. Oh, cut the innocent bullshit out. You know damn well you gave that to me on purpose. His raised brow is an indication to speak and not just stand there like an idiot. "Well," I breathe out. "You won't let us use g****e, so..." I shrug.