"Rare visitor." Victor turned to look at Schiller standing by the door. "Don't you always complain that my lab is too cold and refuse to come? What brings you here now?"
"I came to remind you to upgrade your cleaning equipment, because we might have a 'major campaign' coming up." Schiller folded his arms.
"Are you warning me that you're about to go on a killing spree?"
"I don't have time for that, and besides, we're the logistics team. We just need to clean up the scene."
"Easy for you to say. After we cleaned out the rehearsal room last time, my back ached all night. Cleaning really isn't easy work."
"Thinking about that five-hundred-thousand-dollar annual salary make it feel a little better?"
"You're so good at comforting people." Victor stretched, turned around, and leaned against the lab bench. "Did you see the email the Support Group sent you?"
"Yes. They're becoming more and more like a housekeeping company. They've learned the art of spam mail quite well."
"My two students complained about them to me." Victor folded his arms. "What surprised me was that the more troublesome students usually were, the more they resented them. Meanwhile, the students who normally followed the rules and obeyed order either backed down or joined them."
"That's perfectly normal. People accustomed to obeying order don't necessarily deeply understand the meaning of order itself. Many have simply been conditioned into choosing the way of life that requires the least thought. A certain herd mentality is inevitable."
"When one order appears, they obey it. When another order overwhelms the usual one, they change themselves and continue adapting to the new order. That greatly improves their chances of survival, which is why there are so many people like that now."
Though Schiller said this, there was