Disaster Artist

Chapter 8 Infatuation

If this bill is passed, the group of people who master the consciousness backup technology will be completely above the law.

The execution target of the punishment is limited to the person himself, and the copy consciousness that is almost indistinguishable from the person can freely jump around outside with a mechanical body.

As long as they have money to back up their new consciousness, the death penalty becomes meaningless.

"To be honest, many of the current regulations are equivalent to mild suggestions for those giant groups. They are still not satisfied even after this, and they have to come up with this kind of proposal."

Ian nodded in agreement, indeed without shame.

In the Nova Parliament, the seats in the upper house are basically divided between giant groups.Although members of the House of Commons are elected, they are still essentially sponsored by various groups.

Therefore, various bizarre proposals every year belong to the repertoire of Star City.But this proposal is particularly shameless.

Ian: "Looking at the bright side, if one person can execute it dozens of times in the future, our performance will definitely skyrocket."

He casually made a bad joke to relieve the pressure in his heart.

Although I have participated in more than a dozen executions, I can't see the inside of the execution room from here and can only stare at the operating table, which is still annoying.

Kasahara: "The sentence for the Andre assassination case has been changed."

"How much has it been changed?"

"15 years, no parole."

Ian was silent for a while and then said: "It's still too heavy."

On the console, the second red light finally came on.

Andre Terrio, an ordinary 17-year-old boy from the border area, shot House of Representatives member Miyasaka Yoshinari with a large-caliber shotgun in the street, causing slight deformation and damage to Miyasaka's chrome-plated artificial skin.

Andre was subdued on the spot, later charged with first-degree murder (attempted) and sentenced to life in prison, which triggered widespread protests.

Ian: "The shotgun he used was lucky if it could break the skin. Even if it hit seven or eight times, it would break the bones at most. If you think about it this way, throwing rotten eggs at them in the future will be considered attempted first-degree murder."

Kasahara: "He's just a stupid, hot-blooded kid. At least he needs to get a big R-class armed prosthetic body."

Ian glanced at him.Deputy Kasahara, your idea is very cruel.

Miyasaka Yoshinari, who Andre assassinated, was also a particularly notorious one among the gang of gangsters.

The most widespread narcotic drug "Amber" at the bottom of Star City is now legalized for civilian use by Miyasaka.

Ian saw in the report that the reason why Andre attacked Miyasaka was that his mother and brother were accidentally injured and killed in a fire caused by drugs.

Life imprisonment is almost the same as the death penalty, perhaps worse than the death penalty.

He stared at the console with two indicator lights on, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

"Deputy team, do you have information on death row prisoners?"

"It's time now, focus on it. Take your time and read it after you finish it."

The strange white eyes in the dream image flashed through Ian's mind again, and he couldn't help but look back. Everything was normal.

He always felt like someone was looking at him, and he couldn't get rid of that discomfort no matter what.

Button, look at the button.

He only needs to follow the step-by-step instructions, and after the three indicator lights light up, he and Kasahara press the button at the same time.

He is neither a judge nor an enforcer.He is just a link in the final steps.

You press the button blindly as the trigger of the cold gun, never seeing the target of taking your life.

Ian couldn't help but have such thoughts pouring out of his mind.

Last night, when he stood in front of the water curtain, shrouded in the sight of countless pale eyes, he felt as if he was being penetrated.

Those quiet statues and heavy gazes gradually overlapped with the fear and imagination in his heart.

He never looked those people in the eye when he pressed the button.

The third indicator light turned bright red, Kasahara put his right hand on the execution button, and Ian froze on the spot, as if he had received a huge impact.

"Ian?"

"Ian!"

After being slapped hard on the back, Ian came to his senses and stretched his right hand towards the button. "Deputy team, I want to see the information on the execution target first."

Kasahara turned his head, his expression cold and serious.

"How long have you been here?"

"Three months."

"You want to see inside the execution room, right? You're starting to get scared of pushing the button."

Ian avoided Kasahara's gaze and nodded stiffly.

"If you want, no problem."

He looked up in surprise.

"That's not a violation"

"Breaking the rules? You don't understand anything yet."

Kasahara pulled out another panel from under the console and entered a few commands. The real-time surveillance image of the execution room immediately appeared on the dark screen in front of him.

A strong man wearing an orange prison uniform was restrained on the execution table and in a coma.

His left arm and right leg were empty, and there were large scars on the skin exposed outside the prison uniform.

"This is our death row inmate, Malcolm Pascal, an innocent middle-aged father.

He became severely disabled in a childbirth accident. In order to raise money for his wife's medical treatment and to prevent his children from entering the worst welfare school, he forged genetic information and was imprisoned. "

".What did you say?"

Ian pulled his hand away from the button as if he was electrocuted.

"Haha, look at the way you look, of course I made it up to lie to you.

He is the famous 'Ghoul' Malcolm, who has killed and dismembered 9 people and made a profit of 473 million by selling prosthetic bodies and organ materials. "

Ian smiled awkwardly at Kasahara.It was all caused by that dream shadow, which made him suspicious.

"but"

Kasahara changed the subject and paused.

“For prisoners like Malcolm, prison guards will remove all prosthetics from his body and register them as accidentally damaged during detention.

In the psychological clinic, the physiotherapist will inject him with hypnotic drugs and induce him to search out all the strange memory materials from his brain.This type of material is very popular in the black dream market.

Finally, the video of the execution will be sold to those who resent him.Occasionally, there are customers who want to watch on site or operate in person, and the price is much higher. "

"Haha, deputy captain, you are really good at making up stories."

Ian smiled reluctantly, his expression became increasingly stiff, and he and Kasahara looked at each other in deathly silence.

“Ian, the allocation to prisons is so small every year, but there are more and more prisoners. What should we do with the bonuses of the prison guards?

As part of this, have you ever wondered where those extra monthly bonuses come from? "

Huh, huh.

He needed air, he needed to breathe.

"You are really simple, so I gave you some more time to adapt. Since you asked, I will tell you in advance.

This is a big business, and you are part of it.What you wanted to see, you've seen now. "

"Please execute the procedure immediately. Attention, please execute the procedure immediately."

A rapid mechanical sound sounded in the operation room.

Kasahara looked at his panicked colleagues and shook his head in disappointment.He put both hands on the button and tapped it hard at the same time.

Ian opened the door and rushed out of the operation room.He felt eyes staring at him from behind, forcing him to escape from here.

　It got stuck a little bit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)