CHAPTER 536 TO 539: SUMMARY (1/2)

Ke’s Journal Entry #536

I’ve learnt quite a few things from this supposed big sister of mine.

First off, she really wants to have my child…

Second: apparently my strength is similar to that of a Four-star Superhuman. A Superhuman is a human modified by the Federation Research Lab to be more powerful than an ordinary human being. The Newtype Project, she mentioned it was called. Apparently, this has been going on for a hundred years already without any new breakthrough. Fun fact: the scientists have several theories to explain this lack of progress. Something about the Creator placing limits on humans, or perhaps the air has somehow limited our evolution.

Another fun fact: I have no idea what all that is about. But she said I shouldn’t be a Superhuman, based on the test Qiri ran on me; Qiri’s her AI butler. Her first suspicion was that I had been kidnapped for this Newtype Project, but she found no traces of the Superhuman drug within me.

Till now, she has no idea why I disappeared for half a year. Still… it feels nice to have someone put in so much effort for me. Seeing her so troubled makes me feel a little guilty.

She also ordered a new electronic implant for me. Apparently, that’s how people perform basic functions like storing money, monitoring my health, messaging, shopping, playing, etc. It also serves as an identification method. Without it, I can’t really go anywhere or do anything.

Apparently, my lack of an electronic implant was why she initially thought I had been kidnapped by some mystery organization -the Newtype Project isn’t just limited to government organizations. Private and underworld companies were interested as well.

Also, she bought me some clothes. I seemed to have liked long-sleeved shirts in the past so she bought some of those as well. However, the first piece she took out was a one-piece dress. Expensive, according to her. I should wear it, but why does it feel like I’m sacrificing something really important by doing so?

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I’m sure it’s nothing. After all, she’s my childhood friend, and I’ve already lost my memories, what else can I lose at this point?

End of Entry #536

Ke’s Journal Entry #537

Ahem… I know I wrote my previous entry not too long ago, but I’ve been learning a whole lot of things since I started.

For example, my big sister, Duanmu Bitong, really likes the dress I have on. But if I’m supposed to have worn this in the past, why does the breezy feeling between my legs feel so weird?

Anyway, I had my electronic implant imprinted into my skin today. Apparently, the shape and color can be altered, something which she told I should do later on.

I still remember her saying:

“What do you mean there’s no such person?! Ke has been living with me since he was born. From kindergarten to elementary school to middle school… how can he not exist?! It must those blasted Federation bigwigs who wiped out Ke’s personal data… blast! Don’t let me find you people… or else…”

She wasn’t very happy. That was why I had her teach me about the electronic implant to distract her. According to her, the shelf-life of this implant is over one thousand years and it recharges itself. Unfortunately, I can’t use it since my personal data is gone.

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The act of operating the user interface for the electronic implant felt rather familiar. Stuff like closing the windows or pressing buttons felt natural to me. Seems like even memory loss can’t wipe some things. Even so, tapping on the air feels strangely new.

End of Entry #537

Journal Entry #538

Another interesting discovery I made today: apparently, this big sister of mine has a doppelganger! That doppelganger looks slightly older than her, and her name seems to be ‘Mama’, according to what I overheard. I have no recollection of ever seeing her, but that’s nothing new at this point.

Based on what little I managed to glimpse, this ‘Mama’ seems to be in some kind of mechanical research lab. Mostly idle banter between the two, but Duanmu Bitong said she wanted to help fill me in my personal data near the end of the call. ‘Mama’ seemed okay with it, but she was quite in a hurry when she said that. Also, she’s coming to visit in a few days.

Turns out Mama isn’t just her name as well, she’s actually Duanmu Bitong’s mother!

Naturally, I wasn’t just being a busybody while all that happened. I made sure to choose a design for my electronic implant. I ended up picking a purple feather in the end. The process, however, was quite strange. I felt strangely drawn to a black feather design, but the color felt off, so Duanmu Bitong suggested I change it. According to her, this feather signifies a Fallen Angel. I chose purple because it just felt right. Also, that’s my hair color.