Farid's tension and concentration in training increased. He felt that hours had passed in this state, imagining things and maintaining the shapes of delta sigma and Lusihar. The shape was only an expected shell for the movement of their souls inside. They were playing in the background, and he kept up with their movements until delta sigma began fighting Lusihar. delta sigma was completely superior, and Lusihar was only defending and did not want to use her techniques. After Farid's mind became accustomed to imagining their shapes and concentrating on them during fast movement, Farid then discovered that he could split his mind by focusing on two things at the same time. It seemed as if the main mind was divided between two people, so in addition to maintaining their shapes, he was able to imagine other things.
delta sigma said:
"That is enough. You are ready. Just focus on maintaining our shapes. Now you must be ready to enter the subconscious, the dangerous place, the place that manages your thoughts before you consciously think them. Alright... To enter the subconscious, imagine a column with a diameter of twenty centimeters and double your height, emerging from the ground, and a symbol of an eye on its head."
Farid did that, and she continued:
"Now turn your eyes inward like me, so you see the column as a double image. You too, Lusihar, do that with us and stare at the column. When we enter, you can return them to their natural position."
Farid did that. The single column became two columns, and a distorted door opened between them. The inside of the door was blurred, filled with random things... delta sigma began to advance and enter it. Farid kept pace with her, and Lusihar followed them, mimicking their movements. The moment he entered, he felt a shock, and their shapes were slightly distorted, but he grasped the situation and returned their shapes to normal. delta sigma said:
"Focus. You almost met a fate worse than death."
Farid said:
"No, no, no. I want to go back."
delta replied:
"I have this paper
[She took out a paper that Farid did not create with his mind]
It contains codes that will enable you to skip several years of training and searching for ways to enhance your strength. This risk will cure you and earn you superpowers without even exercising."
Lusihar said:
"What? Let me see. I don't trust you. You might make a mistake in the algorithms."
"You speak as if you will understand the language of the planet Earth."
Lusihar replied:
"I am smart. I will understand it. Just give me some time."
delta sigma gave her the paper. Lusihar took it and sat in a squatting position, deciphering the Arabic language talismans. She sat for a long time reading.
"When will you finish?"
"I don't know how you pronounce this, but I think the fifth line has a problem, and I think there are many missing things, as this paper seems too brief to me.
I guess you don't know much about hacking, do you?"
"Maybe."
"And you are taking such a dangerous risk."
"I have checked it several times. Its logic is coherent, and even if there is a problem in the code, the code will just not run."
"Ha! It will just not run?!
Come on, let me correct this nonsense. Farid, imagine a pen in delta sigma's hand and try to make the writing appear on the paper while she writes, focusing on the movement of the pen and saving it to long-term memory. Alright?"
Lusihar began to think and said:
"I have thought of a set of assisting cognitive abilities. I will say the codes, and you translate them.
The first ability is Meme Agnosia, where his consciousness blocks harmful memes and does not process them.
The second ability, umm, adjusting the Reality Perception Model so that he pays attention to the narrative path in his life. The codes for this are a bit long, but they will help him in the Enlightenment Event.
In addition to Aura Sight, Danger Sensing, and some intelligence-related features.
Oh, what about an ability that allows him to access his subconscious and modify it? This will enable him to plant thoughts that help him.
Hmm, this is all I have in mind now, in addition to your deviant suggestions, of course."
delta sigma took some time to write the codes while Lusihar dictated them. It took four hours—four hours of delay and concentration so as not to lose them. Then he and everyone else continued into that marble palace, which was filled with mathematical equations. There were many books and research papers on the walls. There were pictures of Farid, the brilliant scientist, receiving honors from university presidents and organizers of scientific conferences, pictures of him with famous scientists, certificates, and awards. There was a whole room dedicated to the two Nobel Prizes he won. delta sigma said:
"When you cross that gate, random changes were stopped, otherwise the earth would have split open and swallowed you, for example. The important thing is, this small area we are walking in is called the Interface. The interface is divided into the Mask, which is the place we are in now, and the Shadow. The Mask is the vision you want people to see.
What you see here is the foundation on which you build your actions—the Mask you want to show to society. Concepts and symbols have gathered to create this place based on memory, as it is a conscious dream from which much can be deduced.
Hmm, there is some, not just some, but a lot of arrogance that I see. This place reflects an attempt at showing off. The sports cars hanging as chandeliers indicate your love for appearances. You are trying to obscure something hidden within yourself and direct attention towards what you possess or what you have accomplished, rather than yourself and your thoughts..."
"Wait, wait, will you see all my private secrets?"
delta sigma stared into his eyes and burst out laughing, saying:
"Yes."
Farid replied:
"A-At least let Lusihar leave."
"Heheh, will you be able to imagine her while she is outside and you don't know what she is doing?"
Lusihar said:
"Sir, your secrets are safe. I won't tell anyone. This is actually part of the servants' duties: keeping secrets."
Farid sighed and continued his way in the very luxurious, very modern, and very scientific palace. They went down the stairs, and at the end of it was an old, dilapidated door. delta sigma reached it, wiped it with a malicious smile, and looked at Farid, who understood the situation, and she said:
"Behind this door is your truth on which everything is built when you are by yourself... Lusihar, hold your breath."
delta sigma leaned with her left hand on the door and opened it inward without them moving. The scene covered them and closed behind them—a long, humid, and warm hallway filled with the smell of evaporated sweat, with a sticky floor and peeling walls and threads of mold creeping like dead veins. delta sigma said:
"Heheh, I love the strong smell of masturbation sweat."
Farid covered his face with his left hand. Lusihar tried to hide her laughter with a tense face and a squeezed-down smile to appear uninterested. They reached partially open rooms from which a blue light and the sound of distant recorded speech emanated. Then suddenly, artificial sexual moans were heard. delta sigma burst into laughter. Lusihar's face became more sullen to suppress the laughter. Suddenly, sounds of sucking and whiny sounds and fake moaning echoed. Lusihar couldn't take it and burst out laughing, looking at Farid's face. She went to open one of the rooms.
In that room, television screens were lined up, displaying slow-motion sexual scenes, faces talking without sound, an open closet with male sex organs and women's underwear. Lusihar's sarcastic gaze turned into a cold look as she looked at an effeminate picture of Farid hanging on the wall. delta sigma turned off one of the screens next to her and said:
"Let's finish this quickly."
They quickened their steps. Lusihar looked at the screens, seeing the evolution of his inclinations from normal sex to other developments and ramifications: larger organs, feet, different ethnicities, young boys, and things getting stranger, becoming animals and violence. Her gaze turned to astonishment as she saw screens transmitting his vision as he peeped at her charms. She started to feel disgusted now by the rot in his brain...
They reached a table in the center of the room with a laptop and an empty tissue box on it, and a chair in front of it. Used tissues surrounded it from all directions. The laptop was displaying a pornographic clip. Lusihar looked at the clip and looked at the seat of the chair, which was glass, and under it was a mirror at an angle that exposed sick sexual behavior.
Lusihar said with a cold look:
"I see you've recently been watching black people having sex. Have you become a cuckold who likes watching instead of doing?
[No answer]
Or maybe this chair here, heheh, which speaks and says you are thinking of enjoying yourself in a different way...
You are thinking of enjoying yourself like girls, aren't you?
The soft fake whiny sounds, the moans, the muscular men's bodies stir the anima inside you, and you desire to know how we feel, don't you?
You see them expressing their pleasure freely and seeming to enjoy it more.
Tell me, Sir, have you tried it?
I mean..."
Silence lingered, and Farid did not want to answer, tears welling up in his eyes. Lusihar felt disgusted but tried to soften her words, saying:
"Pffft, that's alright, dear. Your secret is safe. I've been with people stranger than you. I don't care if you look at your own butt while you masturbate, heheh.
delta sigma, did you deliberately show me this?"
"Who? Me... No."
Lusihar continued:
"What a devil you are. You were laughing the whole way."
"Wait, maid, until we get out of here, and we will have another talk."
"Another talk? How good you are at changing subjects. What's wrong with you? Are you on something? You speak before you think. What is this...
That's fine. I don't want to be late for my daughter's birthday party. Come on, move. Take us to the next station. I'm sick of the smell of sweat and the sounds of the harlots here."
"This place relies on mental glitches for transfer. Hmm, for example, stare at a wall and repeat 'wall wall wall wall wall' dozens of times quickly until you reach a stage called semantic satiation, where the concept of 'wall' loses its meaning to you for a few seconds and becomes just random, meaningless overlapping letters that you are repeating. Then we will create a glitch inside it. Come on."
Farid wanted to do anything to get out of here. delta sigma placed her hand on the wall while Farid looked at it with a flushed face and said:
"Wall wall wall wall wall.....wall wall wall allw allw allw wlla wlla allw allw..."
delta sigma's arm sank into the wall and entered, and Farid knew this and drew her shape as she entered based on the movement of her soul. Then Lusihar pushed him to enter. Their shapes were slightly blurred by surprise, but Farid regained control.
In the dark, cold hallways, faint whispers spoke:
"They are deceiving you.
There was a slaughtered child in their refrigerator, and you trust them.
Violent barbarians.
What if a fertility goddess raped me?
Lusihar's breasts, Brihan's body.
They have many women, all beautiful. Men must be turning here.
How do they intend to kill me?
I don't think a failure like me is the hero of the prophecy.
I'm just a scared coward.
...."
Farid wanted to speak but did not. Shame prevented him.
No one wanted to talk. Everyone concentrated on the sounds until they reached a sliding steel door. delta sigma said with a smile:
"Hold your gear. We have reached the center of the subconscious called the Printer."
delta sigma opened the sliding door. Inside, it was a slaughterhouse with white ceramic walls and strong light that highlighted the garish colors. A dense smell of blood like rust. Screens displayed bloody content: a person with a split face being resuscitated, a child whose brain was exploded and is still alive, severed limbs, a pile of corpses being compressed by a car press, masked men committing crimes, sounds of screaming, pleading, and calls for rescue raised to the maximum, videos from the depths of the hidden internet, and next to those screens were the corpses and organs of the people in those videos, in addition to pictures of terrifying faces, body horror, a girl with an arched back and a mouth like a dog, a picture of something resembling a human without cheeks sitting on a bed, a smiling luminous face in the darkness, zoomorph filters that distort the face, jump scares of silly but terrifying faces of a small child—all stored there in the depths of the subconscious.
Farid could not bear it. He covered his eyes and ears and ran, screaming, into the depths. The shapes of delta sigma and Lusihar began to shake and disintegrate. delta sigma followed him while Lusihar walked slowly, looking at those videos with flushed cheeks and beginning to smile:
< "This explains his weak personality and his deep-seated social phobia, heheh. He is afraid that those people will do the same to him or that those silly creatures will attack him. Yes, this explains a lot. The unconscious search for protection, the desire to become a weak girl who is protected. But why does he watch this?" >
Lusihar stared at those corpses, trembling slightly from her ecstasy and the rush of her thoughts:
< "Lusihar, don't smile. Don't expose yourself. This is the truth. All these are merely mortal humans. Just imagine doing this to one of them. They will do anything for free to escape the pain. You will be a powerful goddess. Your requests will be answered, ahnnn.
[Her body shivered]
They use tools. I can do this with my hands alone... Oops, I forgot myself." >
Lusihar noticed that her body began to disappear and disintegrate, then she hurried to catch up with them, but a video of a child hanging upside down and his throat being cut and bathing in his blood stopped her. The matter caught her attention because it was from a first-person perspective, not a second-person video. She focused on the video, which was repeated over and over, and remembered the effeminate picture of Farid and the scar on her neck, the pictures of Farid in that palace and the scar on his neck. He seemed proud of it.
< "I love this sense of sonder—this awareness that others have their own private lives, that others are independent galaxies, and that I am not always the main character, but a maid wearing sleepwear." >
Lusihar tried to repeat the Moroccan dialect in the video and did not care about her body disintegrating. She saved those words and followed them at maximum speed. Farid was still focused on her, but he did not know what she was seeing and hearing. After a short distance, she caught up with them while watching those videos, and what also caught her attention was a pornographic video that seemed old. It was a normal pornographic video, but it was placed next to bloody and other terrifying videos.
< "I think this is the first pornographic video he and his friend saw. It seems his friend has not matured yet... Oh, I don't care." >
delta sigma said:
"You are late."
"I was watching those videos."
"Oh, yes, those videos are harmful to his mental health and his view of the world. I told him not to watch them, and here they are in the depths of the subconscious, forming one of the foundations of his personality."
"I saw him hanging on a tree with his neck cut. How is he still alive..."
delta sigma closed Lusihar's mouth and said:
"What is past is past. [Then delta sigma pulled her away and said] That is an old story from when we were on Earth..."
"I don't care about your gossip. I want to get out of here to celebrate my daughter's birthday. Don't tell me a silly story about him being kidnapped and hung as a religious or magical ritual of some kind because the shape of his palm was strange and that you saved him or something. I mean, tell it to me when we get out. I'm in a hurry."
delta sigma was shocked.
"Don't tell me I'm right, heheh. This is too classic and easily deducible. Let's get out of here."