Chapter 4 – Yoichi Itakura
A
I was arrested for illegal possession of stimulants and sentenced to two years in prison, and the day I was released from prison after serving my sentence was a windy and sunny May day.
I lost all of me.
Status, home, even the slaves.
Really vectored away everything.
Now, I’m living a lonely life in a residential neighborhood along the Keihin Tohoku Line.
Whenever I stand on the balcony and look at the sunset in the sky, I feel that my life up to now has been a dream.
This is what is called the inability to create a sense of reality, right? My body felt as if it was wrapped in a membrane.
Suddenly, I was assaulted by a creeping insecurity and couldn’t even stand, just banging my head against the post.
Always, always hitting.
Soon, blood burst out and dripped onto the bed.
Is this a painful symptom of addiction?
Absolutely not.
This is because more than two years have passed since the cessation of doze.
One day a man appeared before me.
The man who should have died.
It’s Yoichi Itakura.
He’s sitting on a stool at the West Linen Bar.
I’d been in a bar three stalls in a row, and drunkenly darted over to the express lane, almost getting run over by a cab, when I was rescued by a strange man.
“Mr. Itakura is waiting for you.”
The man spoke.
“Itakura?”
I asked rhetorically.
“Itakura… is it Yoichi Itakura?”
“Yes.”
I inexplicably followed this man as he hitched a ride in a black limousine.
“Ughhh! Long time no see!”
As soon as Yoichi Itakura saw me, he got up from his chair and extended his right hand.
I guess it’s a handshake? So I extended my right hand as well, but Yoichi Itakura stroked my head with his.
“How about. Happy intracerebral adventures, right?”
“An adventure in the brain?”
I have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.
“It really hurts not to have gained your understanding beforehand, since you are now an experimenter in the research program.”
I sat on a stool and ordered whiskey from the clerk.
“I’m more interested in fleshing out desires, are you saying what kind of life you hope to pursue?”
I don’t know.
What Yoichi Itakura said was completely incomprehensible to me.
Or am I just not normal?
Maybe I’m just being paranoid, but I do see strange crooked decorations in the interior.
Is it because of the drinking?
I finished the whiskey in one gulp.
“Did you hear what I said?”
Yoichi Itakura said as if admonishing a child.
“Aren’t you dead?”
I said this.
“Yes! It should have been entered in your mind about this.”
“And yet why are you here?”
I looked at Yoichi Itakura’s eyes and said so.
Indeed!
This man is indeed the Yoichi Itakura I know.
There’s absolutely no mistaking it.
“I’m not dead!”
“You lie!”
“My research, first and foremost, began with sound.”
Yoichi Itakura spoke in a smooth tone.
“Voices?”
“Yes, for example, a unit of vibration programmed into the inside of a chair transmits the bass component of a musical signal to that side. In short, utilizing a sound wave system that senses bass in the body, or the characteristic that the transmission function of sound varies according to the characteristics of matter, installing a microphone under the bed, and giving a strong vibration wave system to a mattress with a gel-like composition, and so on, we are doing development in this area.”
“I don’t understand it at all!”
“However, these systems, this feeling of vibration is impossible to grasp the full musical information, only a simple rhythm or exaggerated undulation of the range. This vibration becomes music, and in order to make the mood comfortable, it is usually paired with ordinary amplifiers and headphones, and it is carried out on the premise of the music proceeding or ending, so it is the heavy bass that makes the whole body feel the vibration for the first time. However, the sound pulsation that attracted attention four or five years ago, such as the sound wave, 1/f spectral analysis, or simultaneous recording of sound and picture, etc., which was detached from the structure of the music, and which became the music that made people feel comfortable by just feeling the vibration, became obvious due to the action of sensory nerves and sympathetic nerves, and, in fact, beds that used vibration waves to make people sleep peacefully were introduced in the past. “
With that said, Yoichi Itakura began to light the tobacco on fire.
“The sound is not limited to vibration, but the movement of light or color such as mirroring, and the speed of the function conveyed by the olfactory and tactile nerves, etc., in the background of the demand for internal information of vibration, and it is obvious that the information in this electronic media society includes the institutionalization of the supply and distribution of homogeneous information. The linkage between information and the sensory organs is slowly and sharply realizing the information media network that can be grasped by the metabolic functions and senses of the living body, as well as the composite sensoryization of the auditory and visual information system, and so on!
In particular, simulation experiments or stereoscopic information, such as hyperrealistic scanning or nihilistic realizations, etc., the present texture is copied or reproduced, and human beings = the field of mechanical interfaces, together with the outer intelligence field such as electronic media, and the inner information, that is, the human sensory or neurological system, is set up as an important media organ, and the two types of information are exchanged or sympathetically utilized to each other, so that the stationary media and the human Intelligence circuits were changed, and the human sensory sub epoch was evoked by the stage of new information… At that time, my experiment was a great success.”
“Then I become your experiment.”
I said this.
“If the facts become as you say, it should be a complete success!”
My eyes went inside the counter.
No. The steel sink holds the kitchen knives.
“Tooth, cheers!”
Yoichi Itakura spoke.
Don’t joke!
Have I become a groundhog?
If everything is an illusion, then why am I getting older?
How many years have passed since then?
It’s really not a joke.
I was furious!
“Come on! Tooth.”
I braced myself and grabbed the kitchen knife, swinging it at Yoichi Itakura.
“What are you, what are you doing!?”
Blood spurted out of Yoichi Itakura’s chest and flew withdrew on my face.
I grabbed the kitchen knife and swung it several, several, several times.
Finally rushed out of the store screaming.
B
I kept running down the path and didn’t know which way to stop.
Where is this place?
It’s a completely uncharted territory.
Why did I come here?
Looks like it.
I’ve become Yoichi Itakura’s experiment.
So I stabbed him with a kitchen knife and stormed out of the bar.
Yoichi Itakura should be dead, right?
I was listlessly guiing down the road, then I was relieved to see a white roofed, very small building on my right.
Maybe there’s something to eat too.
As soon as I stood in front of the building, I felt like a motel.
I opened the wooden door to build inside.
A moldy stench hit his nose.
“Excuse me.” I knocked on the glass window of the counter.
“I’m sorry!”
Since no one had come out to respond in a long time, I decided to climb up to the second floor and take a look.
The stairs creaked obnoxiously with each step.
The doors on either side of the second floor were side by side and the floor was covered with red carpeting.
I immediately opened the door on the right.
“Ms. Toako.” Who was it that shouted in the dark?
“Yeah?” I watched with wide pupil eyes in the darkness.
There was a face floating straight up.
It’s good, too.
“Yoshiya?”
“Yes, Ms. Tooth, it’s me.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“You should no longer exist!”
“Why do you say that? I’m your slave! Come on! Criticize me as usual!”
“Don’t, don’t come over.”
“Ms. Tooth.”
“Don’t come over!” I slammed the door hard.
Terrified, he walked on the red carpet.
I walked towards the door on the left, feeling as if it was artificially arranged.
I decided to open that door and take a look.
“Ms. Tooth.”
In the darkness came the voice calling to me again.
“You are?”
“It’s me.”
“Yori?”
“Yes, I’m Yori.”
“You’re lying!”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“You shouldn’t exist either!”
“Why do you say that? I’m your slave!”
“You’re lying!”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“You’re not supposed to exist.”
“What are you talking about? I’m your slave!”
What is it? You’re supposed to be nonexistent. Why do you say you’re my slave? You don’t exist… I’ll close the door.
“Ms. Tooth.” Who tapped me on the shoulder.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Katya standing behind him with a smile on her face.
“Ms. Tooth.”
“Don’t call me that!”
I hissed.
“Ms. Tooth.”
“Nasty!”
“Ms. Toor-ja, Ms. Toor-ja, Ms. Toor-ja, Ms. Toor-ja, Toor-ja…”
“Shut up!” I suddenly knocked Sumiya down.
Yoshiya stood up with a slight smile.
“My mother is dead.”
“Your, mother?”
“Yes, my mother passed away in the hospital, today, due to illness.”
“So…”
As soon as it followed, my father hanged himself inside the house, and I… I was really left alone.”
“Lying… you are…”
“Ms. Asako! It’s all because of Ms. Asako!”
I knocked down Yoshiya and ran towards the hallway.
“Ms. Toadie!”
As soon as I turned around Jaya came after me.
“Don’t, don’t come over!”
I bent down the hallway, held the metal doorplate of room twenty-six aloft, opened the door and rushed indoors, locking it from the inside.
I couldn’t help but crouch down.
“What’s going on? What’s going on here?”
I don’t know who it was that put a hand on my shoulder.
“Tooth.”
I look back and there’s a déjà vu face there.
“Tooth, how have you been?”
It’s my mother.
“Mom?”
“Tooth, I’m sorry!”
Mother disappeared into the darkness with her words.
“Mom!”
I stood up and put my hand out to the place in the darkness where my mother had disappeared.
The hands.
Why it’s untouchable.
That’s so weird!
Suddenly, the sound of splintering metal rang out around them, and they were plunged into darkness.
Chapter 5: Dreams
A
Tooth sat on the bench at the station as she stared at the gray sky that seemed to be raining.
Tooth, when you grow up, you should never live with someone like your father.
The mother’s phrase was like a mantra.
For Tooth, the memory of her father was completely absent from her mind.
She had seen her father in photographs, and what seemed like a gentle smile floated across his face.
Tooth considered improving his and his mother’s misfortune.
That thought was on the verge of breaking her.
I don’t need anyone.
Tooth muttered this way.
Why don’t you just die?
The mother returned every night with a different man, a repeated abuse for the young Tooth.
At that point in time, a very clear look of abhorrence could be seen in the mother’s eyes.
You’re such a pain in the ass!
The mother’s eyes cast to the tooth said so.
‘Thank you so much for raising me, Tooth Stay.’
Tooth left a note and ran away from home.
Today is her fourteenth birthday.
What is it about sitting alone on a bench at a station that keeps the tears coming?
Tooth suddenly remembered six years ago.
At the age of eight, the season is late fall, and Toako and Chiaki’s classmates are playing in the park.
“Yeah, Tooth, you know what?”
Chiaki pointed her finger in the direction of the swing and spoke.
The little girl called Asumiko, who was a year younger, was swinging her grips forlornly.
“What is it?”
“The girl.”
“Isn’t that Asumiko?”
“Yes, she lives in the same neighborhood as me, but…”
“But?”
Between the teeth.
“The girl’s father, he was taken to the hospital yesterday for going crazy.”
“Crazy?”
“Yes, crazy.”
“What is madness?”
“That one is… the pain where the mind gets weird.”
“Uh…”
Tooth looked away from Asashiko.
“Getting weird, that’s how?”
“He breaks things in the house while eating cockroaches, which…”
“Why?”
Tooth gasped.
“Is the yellow ambulance coming to take him away?”
“Uh… it’s scary to go crazy, isn’t it?”
“So scary.”
Tooth suddenly thought so.
It’s also crazy if you don’t get it right now yourself.
The sound of the fence being lowered on the level crossing rang out.
Tooth slowly closed his eyes.
“Yay, it’s mom.”
“Father… Father…”
“What happened to him, Father?”
“Taken to the hospital for going crazy and therefore not allowed to go home!?”
“Who do you listen to when you say these things?”
“Hey, I’m telling you, your dad went crazy!”
The sound of squeaky wheels was getting closer.
A trance-like expression surfaced on Tooth’s face and he stood up from the bench.
The temptation to want to resist.
Temptation?
What temptation?
Tooth asked himself.
Tooth’s foot goes beyond the self-timer and onto the track.
B
“Don’t ever get depressed!”
The station agent, Uchidaichi, walked into the car’s palm room and said just that.
“Anything?”
Station Agent Koike asked.
Uchida took out the iron dustpan from the glove compartment.
“I’m going to pick up tuna.”
“Tuna?”
“There was a girl who fell onto the tracks. I think it was a suicide! She was run over by a tram and her legs were cut off…”
“There is such a thing, huh?”
Koike’s face turned blue.
“Not only that, but the girl was dragging her two hands on the ground as if she was looking for her feet, which had been run over, and then she seemed to die on the way… Let’s pick up the pieces of meat from this side…”
“So how do you say it’s tuna?”
“Ah, it’s sweeping up flying pieces of meat, so I’m looking for a tuna pickup! Don’t you know?”
Little he shook his head.
As soon as Uchida stepped out of the room, the cold wind hissed and blew wildly about the room!
(End of text)