Psycho Pass Novels & Stories

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his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

“Your friend is starting to annoy me a lot, I tried to be patient and hope that he would leave your life, but I have changed my mind. I don't want him near you, I don't want him to see you and I can't stand the idea of ​​him touching you so I think the time has come to get rid of him. He thinks he is very intelligent, but he is not smarter than me, I will not allow him to continue manipulating you. I'll do you a favor by cutting him out of your life. " My heart started beating very fast, I didn't expect that threat and I didn't understand who he was referring to because I didn't know who the author was in the first place. I put the note aside and tried to focus on the fact that I had the cul

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd noticed. I took another sip. Then I froze. The glass stopped halfway to my lips. Across the room stood a man I hadn't seen in years. My fingers tightened around the glass. No. It couldn't be. But I knew that face. I knew those eyes. I knew the scar above his eyebrow. My breathing became shallow. The music around me seemed to fade, replaced by the sound of a locked door slamming shut. Hands. Cold walls. Dark rooms. Laughter. The smell of sweat and blood. Voices telling me I had no choice.

"This is not magic. It is technology and psychology. They use what they know about you to erode your confidence. They want you to doubt your own perception of reality." The voice continued, calm and clinical. It sounded like a researcher presenting findings from a study. "Your childhood memories, your fears, your attachments. All of these are behavioral patterns we have mapped. We know what triggers your anger. We know what triggers your compassion. We know exactly how you will react to almost any situation." "That is impossible to know completely," I replied, raising my voice. "People are unpredictable. They change. They adapt." "Predictability increases with data," the voice answered smoot

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.

Wang Yi-An was ready to begin work; she was in fact excited. She returned to the desk, for the first time she took the new card she had received from Yang Yi-An, and inserted the card into the computer card slot. Yang Corps invented these super intelligent computers called, "Ultra-Plus." With the advanced technology; employees can turn on the computers when they insert their cards in the reader, to turned off employees must eject the card. The machines record the users' details of the activities, ones that takes place on the specific machine throughout the servers. If someone with a high authority want to view the logs they can check by logging in to the server computer.

George glanced at the computer screen. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. He was appalled. “Al, maybe you are overthinking?” “I genuinely hope so,” said Alden. “But I think something is indeed wrong with Mommy.” George looked at him in disbelief. He turned around, took out his notebook, and tapped on the keyboard to search for more information. “The ones implanted with biochips are forced to accept programmed instructions,” read George. “They will unconditionally complete the instructions like an emotionless robot.”

Stab the body and it heals but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime. MINEKO IWASAKI RHEMA "Hey", a feline voice said after I had just bagged the last note I got from Ms. Adrenaline. "Hello", I say in shock when her smooth brown face was in front of mine. I pull the arm of my bag and smile at her. "Umm.. So Sarima tells me you're considering going back to theatre".

The medic was talking to him telepathically! “Then am I allowed to hurt the other students?” Dorin asked as two more students lounged at him. ‘It is up to you.’ Mordecai kept smiling. The rest of the onlookers moved away after hearing what Dorin said. ‘You can always do the same and control these weaklings to defeat me.’ “I’m afraid I don’t know how to do that, but I can do this instead.” Dorin’s eyes widened. Mordecai braced himself as a small sonic boom emerged from where Dorin stood and spread out around him, knocking out the air from the lungs of the people Mordecai manipulated. They fell unconscious to the ground.