【Newmont▪︎Blue Abyss】 「The moment you gaze into the abyss, you are already part of it.」(When you gaze straight into the abyss, you are already within it.)
【The Meaning of Money】 The earliest thing he remembers is not a name, not a face, but a smell—one that lingers in his mind even now, impossible to dispel. Disinfectant, rust, and some indescribable sweet rotten smell, mingled together, boring from the nasal cavity into the throat, always making him want to be sick. When he was sent there he was still very small—so small he did not need a name, only a number. There were many children sent along with him. They cried, they shouted, they rolled about on the floor, they yelled that they wanted to go home, snot and tears smeared across their faces, dirty hands rubbing against him; he recoiled in distaste. He had once had a home too—it had simply been burnt down. Etiquette lessons were terribly dull. The teachers taught them how to smile, how to speak, how to put people at their ease. “The attitude must be respectful” “The gaze must be humble” “The voice must be gentle” He learnt quickly, because it was simple—just be like the adults: sufficiently hypocritical, sufficiently false. He liked training. Not about moves, not about winning or losing—it was kill or be killed. The feel of a fist landing on flesh was deeply satisfying, and the sound of bones cracking was pleasant too. He could never help smiling, then hitting harder still. But afterwards, blood stuck to his body, tacky. Utterly disgusting. Every time he had to wash himself from head to toe, scrubbing until the skin was nearly raw, scrubbing until he could no longer feel himself. The experiments were the hardest to endure. The needle pierced the vein, the drug was pushed into the body, and then the stomach began to churn as if something were burrowing inside. Back in his room he crouched before the toilet and vomited, vomited until bile came up, vomited until tears and snot ran together. His hair fell out in handfuls—on the pillow, on his clothes, in the sink, all his hair. In the middle of the night he overheard the researchers talking: “How much did this one fetc…
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