"L-0, what is the status of the flower maidens?"
Silence.
"L-0?"
"Greetings. How may I assist you?"
"Why are the subjects' signals blaring red?"
Silence once again.
"L—"
"-Elevated heart rate detected. Blood pressure decreased by 36.78%. Subjects exhibiting stress response."
"Any signs of danger?"
"No immediate threats identified."
"And the program?"
No response.
"L-0?"
"Yes?" The voice echoes in the dark, cold and flat, bright white screens cast over the man. He clenches his jaw, "Is there any progress on the program?"
"Calculating..."
His grip around the mouse tightens, "L-0—"
"...Command confirmed: brain wave preservation achieved. Proceeding with primary directive. Installing psychic signals... installation complete. Transfer successful. Frequencies encoded. Code ready for analysis."
His eyes scour the screen hard. "This is..." He jolts up his chair. "It's done. We did it." A chuckle escapes him, half disbelief, half triumph. "Finally, the experiment is complete."
He pulls open the lower drawer with a clatter. "L-0."
"Awaiting instruction, Dr. Bee."
"Integrate the code into your system." He takes out a steel gun.
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White Honey
Mystery / ThrillerSix girls. Six escape plans. One impossible prison. In the shadowed depths of Pot, a facility steeped in secrets, Jean, Anna, Hase, Yao, Mariacorns, and Samara are known only as Flower Maidens. But they're no flowers-they're captives, overseen by an...
