forgetting is so long [cw: child abuse in the first prompt, gore and death in the second]
one.
[You're in a prison. But there's something strange about it; inside the barred glass doors are children. Young children, some that appear to be as young as around five or six years old. Some of them rock in place on the bare cots of their sterile, empty rooms, others sob pitifully. They're inaudible, through the glass, but their distress is visible, palpable.
Among these cells is a boy of about seven, with pale brown hair and eyes that look a decade older than they are. Across from him, another child beckons challengingly with two fingers; lips reading as if to say, Let's play a game.
---
The 'boy' then told Kagari 'he' too would start playing a game of life and death.
"The games played with you were fun…"
"Wait."
"But it’s time. I’ve already been contacted, so I’m going to play my final game."
---
Days upon days passed, but he didn't get to see the 'boy' again. So he asked an officer one day if the kid was dead.
"Eh? But that room has always been empty from the start."]
two.
[Or: you're in a vast anechoic chamber. The light inside is bright and harsh, as opposed to the dimness of the basement outside. A young man with bright orange hair stumbles in, clutching a bleeding shoulder as he stares around in horror at the scenebefore him. There's an older man there, laughing and filming everything on his phone. He seems thrilled, while the younger man just continues to stare speechlessly.
"This...this is the true form of the Sibyl System! We don't even have to destroy this. If we make this public, it'll be the end of this country. And this time, real riots will occur."
The older man's gloating is interrupted by the sound of footsteps, clanking loudly on the metal. It's what appears to be an old woman, holding a strange, transforming weapon.
The older man fires his own weapon at the woman, but he's a second too late. His head swells and bursts, splattering the younger with blood, and the woman -- not flesh and blood at all, but machine -- turns the weapon on him. It transforms back automatically, Nonlethal Paralyzer, before something forcibly overrides and it transforms yet a third time. An iridescent green light starts to fill the room.
"Oh, give me a break...this bites."]
three.
[It's a kitchen, this time. There's a freshly made cheesecake on the counter, garnished with raspberries and chocolate sauce. The young man with the brightly orange hair stands nearby, a mixing bowl in his hand.
A petite brunette stands across from him, smiling cheerfully. "Huh, you're as good a cook as always, Kagari-kun."
"Heheh, yeah I guess."
"It might be not my place to ask this, since I've also gorged myself on your handmade food before, but still: doesn't the calorie count go through the roof if you cook your meals by hand?"
He shrugs, continuing to mix the bowl. "So what if it does? All humans will die regardless of what they eat. Perfect food, perfect healthcare... No matter how perfect those things are, everybody will still die eventually."
She seems vaguely stunned at that reaction; all she manages is a small "oh."
"What's important is the process, Akane-chan. I spend my time and efforts on cooking because I want to enjoy my journey through life while I'm still alive. You can call me the Cooking Idol!"
Shuusei Kagari | Psycho-Pass
one.
[You're in a prison. But there's something strange about it; inside the barred glass doors are children. Young children, some that appear to be as young as around five or six years old. Some of them rock in place on the bare cots of their sterile, empty rooms, others sob pitifully. They're inaudible, through the glass, but their distress is visible, palpable.
Among these cells is a boy of about seven, with pale brown hair and eyes that look a decade older than they are. Across from him, another child beckons challengingly with two fingers; lips reading as if to say, Let's play a game.
---
The 'boy' then told Kagari 'he' too would start playing a game of life and death.
"The games played with you were fun…"
"Wait."
"But it’s time. I’ve already been contacted, so I’m going to play my final game."
---
Days upon days passed, but he didn't get to see the 'boy' again. So he asked an officer one day if the kid was dead.
"Eh? But that room has always been empty from the start."]
two.
[Or: you're in a vast anechoic chamber. The light inside is bright and harsh, as opposed to the dimness of the basement outside. A young man with bright orange hair stumbles in, clutching a bleeding shoulder as he stares around in horror at the scene before him. There's an older man there, laughing and filming everything on his phone. He seems thrilled, while the younger man just continues to stare speechlessly.
"This...this is the true form of the Sibyl System! We don't even have to destroy this. If we make this public, it'll be the end of this country. And this time, real riots will occur."
The older man's gloating is interrupted by the sound of footsteps, clanking loudly on the metal. It's what appears to be an old woman, holding a strange, transforming weapon.
{Target's Threat Judgment has been updated.}
The older man fires his own weapon at the woman, but he's a second too late. His head swells and bursts, splattering the younger with blood, and the woman -- not flesh and blood at all, but machine -- turns the weapon on him. It transforms back automatically, Nonlethal Paralyzer, before something forcibly overrides and it transforms yet a third time. An iridescent green light starts to fill the room.
"Oh, give me a break...this bites."]
three.
[It's a kitchen, this time. There's a freshly made cheesecake on the counter, garnished with raspberries and chocolate sauce. The young man with the brightly orange hair stands nearby, a mixing bowl in his hand.
A petite brunette stands across from him, smiling cheerfully. "Huh, you're as good a cook as always, Kagari-kun."
"Heheh, yeah I guess."
"It might be not my place to ask this, since I've also gorged myself on your handmade food before, but still: doesn't the calorie count go through the roof if you cook your meals by hand?"
He shrugs, continuing to mix the bowl. "So what if it does? All humans will die regardless of what they eat. Perfect food, perfect healthcare... No matter how perfect those things are, everybody will still die eventually."
She seems vaguely stunned at that reaction; all she manages is a small "oh."
"What's important is the process, Akane-chan. I spend my time and efforts on cooking because I want to enjoy my journey through life while I'm still alive. You can call me the Cooking Idol!"
"I'm not calling you that."]