Novel & Cerita Psycho-pass Opening 2

Text you the location later. I swallowed. There goes my plans of watching The Notebook.

Xavier released me. The hurt in his eyes gave way to shock. Morgan walked into the house wearing a perfectly tailored suit. A small white rose peeked from his breast pocket. He looked effortlessly gallant and charming. The sight of Xavier clearly caught him off guard, though he quickly recovered with a gentlemanly smile. "Ah, Professor Bates! What a coincidence!" Xavier went pale. His voice seemed to catch in his throat. "You?! You're the Morgan she was talking about?!"

I fed him medicine and stared at his haggard but defined facial features as emotions overtook my very core. While Logan was out of it, I snuck into his study. It was my first time in his study. Usually, I wasn’t allowed inside. I wanted to do a little searching and find out why his malice level was high. The shelves were filled with books on psychology, criminology, and anatomy. A black diary was locked in a drawer. I found a paperclip and popped the lock open. It was a trick I picked up from thrillers, and who knew it came in handy?

I typed in the twelve-digit password. The hidden interface opened almost instantly for my access. I scrolled past the folders and stopped on the one which I was looking for. Then I clicked on it. A single file opened on the screen the moment I did so. There was a name and a status. Alongside it was a photograph with the same face and the same eyes. ASHTON RIVERA. STATUS: CONFIRMED. I stared at the screen for a long time. Then, I spoke in a quiet whisper.

“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.

But at the bottom, a file named: “FOR SOPHIE ONLY” She clicked it. A passphrase request appeared. Sophie thought for a long moment. Then typed: Fear is a signal. The screen blinked once. ACCESS GRANTED And Mary Burnett’s voice began to play. The moment Sophie clicked the passphrase, the screen faded to black. Then Mary Burnett’s voice came through. Calm. Clear. Unmistakable. “If you’re hearing this, I didn’t make it.” “I’m sorry.” Sophie sat frozen, headphones in, heart trying to slow itself.

He was looking at me. Not analytically. Not cautiously. Like he had just realized something dangerous. “Dylan,” I said, my voice quieter now, “what is it doing?” His jaw tightened slightly. “It’s removing external stressors.” The implication landed slowly. No alarms. No collapsing walls. No observers interfering. Just us. And the system. A new message appeared. PHASE TWO REQUIRES VOLUNTARY PROXIMITY. The woman behind us let out a disbelieving laugh. “It’s trying to study emotional self-selection. Without coercion.”

He knew that, as well. When she stood there in her bra and panties in front of him, his eyes changed from glowing to, she could almost see a fire burning within them. She reached down and hooked her fingers on the sides of her panties and began to slide them down her legs. When she stood up, she had already reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She stood up and turned but not before he saw everything he was staring at. She stepped into the shower and under the water. She left the door open. “Aren’t you coming?”

"State the completely classified vocal passcode." Hot, incredibly thick tears of absolute defeat streamed continuously down his dirt-caked cheeks. "Ascension... Protocol... Omega... Seven... Nine... Absolute," Aryan choked out pathetically. "Excellent," Kiara whispered lethally. She elegantly picked up the highly advanced biometric retinal scanner. "Now, forcefully open your entirely pathetic, heavily bloodshot eyes."

Another text from Vorian. “Passcode is 4729.” I punch it in, my fingers trembling, and the door clicks open. I step inside, and my breath catches. I am staring, frozen, my eyes wide, not believing what I am seeing.