Russian Department of Quantum Physics
Doc 0.1.645.A.S.Y
Date: 22-09-2030
From Kelvinov Strontiy, Lead Researcher, Facility 005
Subject: USA EXPERIMENTATIONS_ PHASE I
It has been five days since I joined Site 12. There has not been much work recently in the lab, but the departments have been more crowded than ever. There are talks about a new project [UNNAMED]. Some of the members have been transferred to Site 42. The Americans must be working on a new experiment.
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The following day, the Man woke up from a rugged sleep. He discovered himself lying on the ground. His left hand was tied to the bed, but his legs were unrestrained. He wasn't confused about his state, as it wasn't the first time he had found himself tangled in his bed. "Again!" The Man said as he tried to untie the knots in his left hand. The last thing he remembered from last night was his ride in the cab, yet details were shrouded in haze. He directed his gaze out the window; he lived in an apartment where he only saw a few sunbeams caressing his face everyday morning. The Man threw a sigh. He sighed, sighed, and sighed again. He grieved the start of another day. He didn't care much about the weather. He wondered how much he hated going out on sunny days, but he immediately recognized that he hated going out anyway, he checked the mirrors, looked around his room, and then sighed again. He lived in a simple room, with very little furniture. A bed was placed in the corner of the room, next to it was a small desk and a mirror. Many posters of different musical bands, Dire Straits, Metallica, and Megadeth, were on the blue-painted walls. The Man did not have a closet for his clothes; he simply tossed whatever he wore onto the carpet. This room reflected the loneliness and melancholy he carried with him. Overwhelmed by exhaustion, he felt the urge to sleep again. Suddenly, the thought of going to work stunned his consciousness. He hated, resented, and abhorred the idea of leaving his house to spend another day at the company. However, he couldn't miss a day of work—or wouldn't, and staying home wasn't a preferable option. I know what you're thinking, dear reader— 'Does this man ever shut up and be happy?' The short answer? No. The long answer? No, but with more complaining. The Man rose and checked the time on his phone; it was 7:34 am, then he turned his head to the mirror. As his eyes were locked in the reflection, he started questioning the nature of his existence. Not long after, he reached out and took some clothes on top of the carpet. Rushing out with no breakfast, dressed up, he left the door of his room. On his way out, he greeted his neighbor with a forced smile, while hating on the unchanging joyful face the old man had as he walked his dog. Before hopping on the train, the Man put on his earphones, blasted his ears with some progressive metal, and distanced himself at the corner. The music helped him neglect every thought. Uhm, "Relatable". The train stopped, and the sign read, Shibuya. The Man hopped off the train, with a black bag in his left hand, a long black coat, black trousers, black shoes, a black shirt, and black glasses like he was cosplaying Men in Black. In the loud world of Shibuya, the Man walked its grounds like a ghost with head bowed to the ground. He worked at a marketing and advertising company and was assigned to the writing department. Despite his chaotic, fucked up mind, his ideas and writings were much appreciated by his bosses and coworkers. He barely recognized his qualifications and worked with such laziness. His only goal was to meet the deadlines and avoid complaints, a lazy genius, you could say. "Good morning Mr. Shisui," said a girl who worked as a secretary in the writing department. Shisui with a forced smile, bowed his head and entered his office. He would sit there for hours, neither getting in or out until his lunch break. When he finished his assignments, he simply pressed a button on the fax phone at his desk, the secretary came in and got it, and "Thank you, Mrs. Mei" were the only words he uttered. During the lunch break, he picked up his coat and keys, closed the office, and went outside. There was a cafeteria at the company he intentionally avoided since he started working there. Shisui enjoyed his meals at a restaurant nearby called Stew & Chew. The restaurant was run by a family of five. He was a regular there, and the moment he walked in, everyone of them greeted him. "What are you ordering today, Mr. Shisui?" The oldest son Nakata said as he approached him. "Some Udon Noodles, and some Dango for dessert!" He ordered. "Coming right away!" Nakata replied while rushing back to the kitchen. Shisui sat at a table near the exit, his favored spot, where he could eat while gazing into cherry blossom trees lining Sakura Street. After a while, Nakata returned with Shisui's food, followed by his youngest brother Yuji, who was in charge of delivering food to customers. The family wasn't wealthy, and Yuji only owned a bicycle, which he sometimes used to get to school. Shisui raised his left hand to check the time, only to find out the watch wasn't on his wrist. In confusion, he stood up quickly like someone was calling for him, checked his side pockets, but nothing there, his back pockets, also nothing, and the last thing he checked was his chest pocket where he found his wristwatch. "Happens a lot, doesn't it, dear reader!" He clearly forgot that he put it there yesterday. He checked the time, and it was still stuck at 6:45. "I'll get it fixed later!" he said and put it back in his pocket. The heads of the department were having a meeting, so Shisui's afternoon shift was canceled. He dropped some cash on the table and immediately took off looking for a watchmaker. Shuisui was roaming the streets of Shibuya. He carefully scanned the area to ensure he hadn't missed a sign or any other indication. He stopped to ask some local shops, and they only directed him ahead. While on his way, he accidentally bumped into a stranger dressed in a white coat. Shisui asked him about a repair shop for watches. The person looked at him and responded, "I could help you with that," then guided him to a nearby shop.
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