Deny Yourself and Become the Most Perfect Monster in Your Family

The woman I loved left at the wedding. And I forget all memories about her. In this system controlled by my family, emotions are assessable and manageable resources. My obsessions are samples, my breakdowns are experiments. Now, I was the perfect instrument to be "cured," sane and efficient, ordered to purge the system of all that was wrong. Until I saw the last glimpse of the mission target before she was deleted. Until my cold core program produced a piece of garbled code that could not be parsed. It told me that I had "pity" on her. And "compassion" is the most advanced virus that is not allowed to exist in this absolutely rational world. My knife started to be analyzed in reverse, the person holding the knife.