Is my day, spinning around and around, really okay?
My body wasn’t metaphorically spinning; it was literally twirling around and around.
When I say it like that, it sounds like I’m being tortured—but I’m not—
…Or maybe this is a form of torture.
“What do you think?”
“…I think it’s fine.”
“No… Don’t just say it’s all good. Wasn’t there even one thing that felt a little better?”
“…I, I don’t know.”
Yang Ha-na had an expression that was somewhere between aloof and blank as she looked at Guche… No, should I call her Electric Scent now?
…Though I don’t know who came up with the name Electric Scent, it feels like it was done quite hastily. For some reason, the name made me think of a book.
Though… I haven’t read it!
Anyway.
As Yang Ha-na wore the same aloof expression, our Electric Scent showed a subtle but restless expression. I haven’t known her for that long, but she had previously been extremely stoic, so this change stood out to me.
What should I call it…
If I really had to describe it, maybe it was a face that wandered somewhere between discomfort valleys.
Though this might sound mean to Electric Scent, that’s how it felt to me.
Perhaps it’s because I know she’s not originally human.
Her expression feels awkward to me, someone who is ‘formerly’ human. Yang Ha-na either didn’t notice this, or she was pretending not to—she didn’t mention it.
…Or rather…
“Well, let’s try this outfit on next!”
The joy she takes in dressing me makes me think she doesn’t care about the absurdity of it all. The outfit, presumably her creation, was placed on some sort of contraption that rotated me like a round table at a fancy Chinese restaurant, making me spin slowly in a 360-degree rotation.
That’s why I asked if this spinning day of mine was okay.
It’s not like I’m a pro-gamer from ancient times. What is this nonsense?
Should I be grateful that I at least don’t have to spin myself?
What makes me even more frustrated is that Electric Scent complied with this ridiculousness.
Electric Sneeze, even you?
…Though I’m not sure if she really said those words, the rumor has spread so much by now that denying it might be silly.
She’s been dead for over a thousand years. Can’t we give her a little grace?
It’s better than suffering through the legends like some mythical king, don’t you think?
And isn’t it more dramatic and cooler this way?
If her last words were something like “Ah, f*ck! My stomach hurts so bad my insides are pouring out…,” it would ruin her dignity, right?
…Although I doubt Electric Scent would have said something that rude, given the injustice of her d*ath, maybe she did let go of all propriety.
Jelly, even you!
While I was drifting off into random thoughts, the pre-Electric Scent (yeah, Electric Scent) approached me with an outfit that Yang Ha-na handed over, still wearing an expressionless face.
As she approached, my body, which had been slowly spinning around, gradually came to a stop.
Electric Scent then lowered her body, looking up to meet my eyes with a face that was somewhat closer than usual.
Her beautiful, mature face, based on mine, was surprisingly impactful. Almost enough to make me go “He~” and feel like complying.
Of course, if I were a robust adult male, that is.
I don’t check myself in the mirror every day, but having been disciplined by Sosik, I wasn’t mesmerized by her appearance.
Besides, Electric Scent doesn’t seem like she’s trying to charm me with her looks.
It’s more like she’s trying to appeal to my conscience, in a way that feels even more stimulating.
Then Electric Scent whispered something quietly enough that Yang Ha-na couldn’t hear.
“Would it be possible for you to cooperate a little more? I want her to feel more empowered.”
At her words, denying her request and staging a strike by refusing to wear clothes would make me the only trash here, right?
Why is she behaving like this?
Aren’t humans just apes to you?
You’re unfamiliar.
Having noticed this during our last encounter, it’s now certain—no, it’s reached the point where ignorance would be foolish. Has emotion started to sprout in this emotionless robot?
…It’s a cliché, I know, but it feels oddly strange to witness it here and now.
Could it be that Yang Ha-na has made even the Steel Snake, Electric Scent, react like this?
Although even if that’s the case, I can’t blame myself since I wasn’t human either.
And even before sensing this change, I kept my distance and avoided her, so I don’t have the right to judge.
I never expected her to change in this way.
In light of this, I suddenly realize how extraordinary Yang Ha-na is.
The fact that she kept trying to approach Electric Scent despite everything.
…Probably because she didn’t understand what Electric Scent was saying at first, but her persistence still deserves recognition, doesn’t it?
She seems a bit fragile, but in reality, what she’s gone through recently would be overwhelming even for someone who was previously a civilian.
Maybe she’s talented.
It feels slightly ridiculous to say this from my position.
While Electric Scent was changing my clothes, I thought about this.
What would happen if I told Yang Ha-na about Electric Scent’s past behavior?
Ape.
Inferior species.
And other nasty remarks.
If I weren’t Jelly, I might have been shocked and appalled by her terrible words.
How would Yang Ha-na react upon hearing them?
Would she just brush them off?
Or would she be hurt but pretend not to be?
It’s a very intriguing fantasy.
After all, the most unpredictable person here—isn’t it Yang Ha-na?
Like some kind of bouncy ball, her behavior is hard to predict.
There’s no better content than watching her reactions.
With all the messiness of introducing computers to this room, why not create some fun content?
As I thought of this, I glanced at Electric Scent.
While she appeared to be dressing me normally, her artificial facial muscles were frozen stiff.
A frozen rigidity of fear, contrary to her usual impassive coldness.
…So it makes me even more curious.
Not only Yang Ha-na’s reaction, but also how our Electric Scent would react.
Does she think I’m deliberately dropping these hints?
Electric Scent whispered again in her quiet voice.
“…Is that really what you intend to do?”
…What, now am I suddenly the villain because you asked that?
Come on, a person can entertain such fantasies, can’t they? If the only entertainment available is boring TV, one can end up indulging in such thoughts.
Though, after she slightly composed her expression again, she continued to dress me.
Now reflecting on it while her hands are no longer on me, I’m truly curious. This also taps into a realm of the unknown, stimulating my curiosity, isn’t it?
If I had the ability to speak, I might’ve mumbled something absentmindedly.
In that respect, being this mute Jelly is probably a blessing for Electric Scent, isn’t it?
Anyway.
“…Let’s make this the last outfit for today. It seems like you’re getting tired.”
“I see, really? Sorry… I didn’t realize you’d be so exhausted. After this, let’s go eat pudding that Master prepared.”
That day ended like that.
With an implication that there will be more of this later.
…When did she find the time to make all of this?
Now that I examine it, it’s not a finished set of clothes but something roughly assembled to be worn on the body, just enough to get a glimpse of the feeling.
Just enough to capture the essence, I presume?
It struck me as more serious than I initially thought.
Where did she learn all this?
Maybe if she hadn’t come to this terrifying place, her talent would’ve flourished in something else…
Anyway.
After escaping the fate of being a spinning doll, I ate pudding, as promised by Yang Ha-na in the kitchen.
Did she tell Jin to prepare it earlier?
Or does Jin regularly keep it stocked?
I don’t know.
Whenever I want pudding and open the fridge, there’s always pudding waiting for me.
Is this some form of Singularity?
A man who endlessly creates pudding… something like that.
…Sorry.
Hmm, it’s irrelevant, I didn’t ask Jin to make it for me, so there’s no need for guilt.
With pudding sliding smoothly into my body, the taste feels divinely refreshing, as always.
The pudding seems to get even more delicious as time passes.
Is this normal?
Once you start, it’s hard to stop. It’s not just me; Yang Ha-na, sitting beside me, sniffed with pleasure as she ate.
“Mmm, this is insanely good…”
As she munched on her pudding, her eyes caught sight of Electric Scent who wasn’t eating anything, and her expression became somewhat awkward.
As if she pitied this woman who couldn’t enjoy such delicacies.
I also felt the same way.
Isn’t it like losing out on half the pleasure of being alive?
To truly become human, one must know how to enjoy pudding.
While I inwardly churned like jelly, I suddenly had a bright idea and, after devouring the entire pudding, I hurriedly headed to the control room with a flustered Yang Ha-na and Electric Scent.
Remembering that I had once played a board game with Hwang Bo-yul, I belatedly decided to see if Han Seori would play.
But…
…An odd atmosphere hung in the control room.
To put it simply…
It was an atmosphere that made asking for board games awkward.
