Black Robe: I Rely on Psychological Counseling to Defeat the People of My Motherland

Passed through the black robe pickets and became a clerk in the psychological evaluation department of Vought Company. My colleagues warned me: Don't get close to people from my motherland. He is moody and murderous, smiling at you one moment and burning through your skull with his heat rays the next. I didn't listen. During the first evaluation interview, I looked him in the eyes and asked, "John, are you happy?" He froze. Thirty-two years. No one had ever asked him that question. No one ever called him John. Four years later. Deep Sea became the commander of the United Nations Navy, Maeve founded the world's largest women's fund, Starlight was elected to the United States Senate, and Locomotive traveled across the country to say sorry three hundred times. And the motherland—the god on earth who scares the whole world—is currently sitting on the old sofa in my office, clumsily picking up a piece of tofu with chopsticks, and calling me "Father" softly. There is no system, no superpowers. All I have is a cup of coffee that never adds sugar, an office that never locks the door, and listening every late night for four years. The whole world is asking why he has changed. Only I know - he has never changed. He was just finally seen. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.