In fact, money could buy mental health, while people at the bottom had no power to choose at all. Thus, it became a closed loop—a vicious closed loop.
So, if a person's life was decided the moment they were born, did that mean they deserved misery, or deserved to live happily? Was that really the case?
It was like labeling a child whose mind had not yet matured a Latent Criminal—or even a baby still in swaddling clothes.
"As long as you use this 'helmet,' you can eliminate the source of your stress. Your Crime Coefficient has indeed risen, but excessive medication can still conceal your hue to some extent. And depending on how the drugs are combined, the side effects can be 'controlled'... By deliberately causing a certain degree of mental and memory confusion, you can erase the 'memory of the crime' from your mind. Even then, do you still think your Crime Coefficient will remain high?"
Kyoto.
Inside a pharmacy.
This was the only designated pharmacy.
The pharmacy's reception room was decorated with an artistic, warm, upscale feel. It did not look like a pharmacy reception room at all, but more like a café—the kind of café owned by someone with impeccable taste.
Moreover, there were no security guards here. That was probably for the patients' sake, which was rather humane.
However, security Automated Machines were still necessary.
Of course, some people resisted them even more strongly than they resisted humans.
A man silently entered the pharmacy with a helmet on his head. Rather than making him look inconspicuous, it made him even more eye-catching. He did not go to the front desk, instead heading straight for the reception room as if he knew the place well.
The dispensary was at the very back.
In truth, the place