It falls.
I knew.
After I opened my eyes in the Baekilmong new employee orientation, I had gradually been forgetting what sort of person I originally was, as though being bleached white.
About the life I had lived as Kim Soleum.
I could no longer remember my family or friends very well.
I was certain they had existed. I still remembered the feelings and how precious they were, but the concrete, detailed parts were fading more and more.
So perhaps it was not strange that nothing had appeared on the Scale of Evil in the place where the thing I loved should have been….
Because now there was nothing left.
Only the feeling of home remained.
A place that was not frightening, a place of everyday life, the place where I had originally existed wholly as myself.
Only my wish to return there remained, and that intense obsession had converged into a single object.
The GripTok.
The visible method in front of me, the one that seemed like it might let me make it happen, the one that could take me home.
It has been determined through the Scale of Evil that the heart of the Selection Candidate contains a psychological value that takes precedence over ethical and moral judgment.
The tray on the right holding the GripTok crashed to the floor.
The tray on the left, which had been holding the silver heart extracted from my chest, shot sharply upward.
As this is an evil person who cannot be guided under the present circumstances, all future reexaminations are hereby terminated permanently, and—
My heart flew out of the giant scale.
Humane execution is hereby sente—
“Wait!!”
Someone broke out of the line and rushed…