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Main Universe.
June 1, 2050.
10:11.
Russell Palace, in the suburbs of Haifa.
Inside the Patriarch's study on the first floor.
Like the other rooms in the palace, the study was extremely spacious. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered the eastern wall, offering a view of the sea in early summer.
Genuine leather sofas and an office chair, a mahogany desk, a diamond chandelier, holographic projections—everything one could need was there.
At that moment.
William, dressed in gray pajamas, sat in the office chair, reading files on anomalous phenomena from the years before on a screen as thin as a pane of glass.
After finishing the Keter-class Teacher is Not Human, William manipulated the mouse and closed the file.
Mice and keyboards had still not been eliminated by humanity, even in the mid-twenty-first century.
That was because they were the devices best suited to operating computers with the human body, far more convenient than so-called touchscreens or gesture controls.
After closing the file, William leaned back in the comfortable office chair, then gazed blankly at the sea beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, clearing his mind.
Teacher is Not Human...
Several decades had passed. William's memories of his previous life had grown somewhat hazy, but he remembered the childhood-trauma-inducing Teacher is Not Human almost as clearly as The Thing.
The same trypophobia. The same disgusting feeling.
However, he seemed to remember that at the end of the movie, after the protagonist killed the mother organism, all the infected humans returned to normal.
Yet the X51R-B capital in the file had lost a million people in a single day.
It seemed that movies were movies after all. After all, as Dr. Yang had said, the bodies of those infected humans