Ephemeral
"Director!"
"Hmm? What's the matter with all that shouting?"
When I went to see the director, he was drinking coffee.
"Anii-sama?"
My sister is doing office work in front of the director
"Director, where is Quincy!"
"Weren't she in the room?"
"No, Quincy is not in the room."
That's definitely not Quincy.
"Ain, what’s wrong?"
My sister Dean probably saw me running down the aisle and came too.
My other sisters were following behind her, wondering what was going on.
"Where is Quincy?"
I ask the director the same question
"Alright."
Saying that, the director plays with the console on his desk and starts communicating.
"Quincy, come to the office immediately."
After the director said that, Quincy came into the room.
"Are you calling me?"
It was definitely Quincy
There were five of them gathered.
They definitely looked like Quincy.
But the markings on their arms are different.
"Director, no. I want to meet the Quincy who gave birth to my child."
"Hmm?...Ah! So that's what you mean."
The director operates the console again.
"It’s me, what happened to the original TYPE-Q?"
-Hmm... lot number GKDU-01524865854, serial number 9164, I found the data. The remains were incinerated 12 days ago.
…………………Ha?
What did you say?
Incinerated?
Why? Why?
No? Remains? What do you mean by remains?
"That's the thing. I learned that your child is an excellent biological weapon, so I dissected and researched it in order to increase production regularly in the future."
"What... are you talking about? Director..."
"Ah, I used everything without leaving anything behind, so there's no problem. The remains from earlier are just the brain marrow, it would be wasteful to duplicate even memories."
In my blank mind, I recall the conversation with the original.
"The individual that is a combination of your genes and that elf's is an excellent individual as a weapon. It can fight without dying unless it loses 80% of its body, and its fighting power is also perfect."
What is this?
What am I being asked
[One's own interest becomes the good]?
Is this good? Something like this?
"However, the initial specimen you created was lost during the experiment, so we were able to manufacture 70 TYPE-Qs."
Shut up, please.
"You may be busy, but please work hard on manufacturing from now on."
Before I knew it, I was jumping at the director.
I was aware of clear anger and murderous intent.
I'm going to smash that head
"Hold it"
The man muttered that in front of me.
At that moment, I fell to the ground
"Gah!"
I slam my face into the floor.
I try to get up immediately, but I can't move my limbs.
My shoulders are grabbed too
"W-why!"
It was my sisters
Acting on the director's words with a confused look on their faces.
"Ain!"
My sister Dean is also being held down.
"Anii-sama!"
"Why? My body is acting on its own!"
My sisters seem to be conscious.
"Director, what! What did you do to my sisters!"
"Didn't you get injected in the neck with nanomachines when you arrived?"
At that time!
"Was it Dessi? I don't want you to go berserk like she did back then. It's a problem that it didn't work on you two, but it seems to work if it's a copy of a copy. That's reassuring."
"Y-youuu!"
"Well, I can’t overlook this level of incomprehensible behavior."
"You don't understand! Don't you understand the anger of having your loved one killed like a tool!?"
"I don't understand that, why are you so emotionally invested in a biological doll? ...The guards say that the elf's body is in good condition, but is it really something to be so engrossed in?"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Thanks to you, we were able to create an opportunity for a ground invasion, and I'm grateful for that."
One of my sisters grabs my head
"No... stop, Director..."
"I don’t need anything from the neck up."
My neck gradually bends
"No no, no!"
"Ain!"
"Anee-sama! My body won't listen to me!"
"No! I'm going to kill Anii-sama!"
"Stop! Stop!"
"No! Anii-sama, ran away!"
"Director! Please! Please forgive Anii-sama!"
"No!"
I felt
A shock
As my sisters
Are screaming
In front of my eyelids
This is
Heavy
Quin
cy
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