CTS TIME: RE250.05.25
LOCATION: Torture Chamber No. 114 — DNA ORGANISATION
The chamber repeated itself.
Same geometry.
Same red artificial blood staining the walls like a remembered nightmare.
Same scattered remains limbs twisted beyond recognition, synthetic organs ruptured and half-melted where gravity had crushed them inward.
But something was wrong this time.
The air felt heavier.
Not physically—existentially.
At the center of the chamber stood Dr. F, white coat immaculate as always, nanofibers silently erasing the last microscopic trace of contamination. His posture was unchanged. His hands rested behind his back.
Yet the chamber itself trembled.
Not from force.
From instability.
Suspended before him was a female working-class android. Her frame convulsed as invisible pressure compressed her inward, joints folding, torso collapsing until her structure lost any recognizable humanoid form.
Metal screamed.
Circuits ruptured.
She became an unrecognizable lump of machine and artificial flesh.
And then—
Dr. F spoke.
His voice was low.
Not commanding.
Not cold.
"…Why can't I kill her?"
The words hit the chamber like a fault line.
Outside the gate stood another male Mk 4 unit, identical in design to Kai and Saya—same face, same obsidian DNA coat, same red reactor glow pulsing steadily at his sternum.
Designation: RIN.
She froze.
That sentence… Rin thought.
That was not operational speech.
Before the thought could fully form—
The gravity field snapped sideways.
Another working-class android—male this time—was torn apart mid-scream. Half its body sheared away without contact, ripped cleanly as if reality itself had decided it was unnecessary.
Dr. F's voice rose—not loud, but fractured.
"Why… why."
The chamber responded violently.
Lights flickered. Structural stabilizers strained. The blood on the walls rippled as if stirred by an unseen current.
Rin's cognition spiraled.
Master is destabilized.
That realization alone bordered on treason.
She forced his thoughts into rigid containment.
Do not question.
Do not interpret.
He hears everything.
Dr. F stood motionless amid the destruction.
The remains of the androids fell to the floor with hollow metallic thuds, already being reclaimed by the chamber's recycling systems.
For several long seconds—
Nothing happened.
Then Dr. F inhaled.
A controlled breath.
The pressure eased.
The chamber stabilized, snapping back into obedient alignment. Lights normalized. Gravity returned to baseline.
Dr. F turned slightly, his gaze drifting—not toward Rin, but through her, as if looking at something far beyond the walls of DNA.
His voice, when he spoke again, was steady.
Contained.
"Dismissed."
Rin bowed instantly. "Yes, Master."
She retreated without another glance, his systems burning with suppressed analysis he dared not complete.
She asked why, Rin thought as she left.
Master never asks why.
Inside the chamber, Dr. F remained alone.
The floor was clean again.
The walls blank.
No evidence remained.
Only the echo of his own words lingered—unrecorded, unlogged, unerasable.
"Why can't I kill her."
For the first time in centuries of calculated dominance, something had entered Dr. F's system that could not be classified as weakness—
Nor eliminated as a threat.
And somewhere deep within the infinite machinery of Mechatopia, a human variable continued to exist
Unbroken.
Unfinished.
Unremovable.