May 17, 2033 | 05:00 PM | Inside Mook’s Room
The atmosphere was thick with a heavy, sweet tension as Mook and Rina passionately locked lips on the wide bed. After collapsing from exhaustion onto her chest earlier that morning, Mook had finally regained consciousness around 3:00 PM.
Awakening to the sight of her smooth, alluring body still lying faithfully beside him, his primal instincts were reignited. He had lost himself in her, taking his pleasure twice in a row, yet the longing for a physical intimacy he hadn't tasted in a long time left him insatiable.
He continued to playfully caress and dote on her slender form until the sun began to dip below the horizon.
Buzz... buzz... Rina’s phone rang, shattering the rhythm.
Grab! Her slender hand gently pushed against Mook’s chest to create some space before she rose to retrieve the device, standing completely naked without a single stitch of clothing to cover her body. She stared at the screen for a moment before walking back to Mook, handing him a message translated through an app:
'Mook, bring your progress report to me in the usual room.'
Rina quickly typed a new message and showed it to him:
‘I’ll take the clothes to be washed and have a meal waiting for you.’
“Mm-hmm,” Mook gave a wide smile and nodded before quickly getting dressed and saving his work files onto a portable device, preparing for his presentation.
***
Inside Saito’s Office
“If we want the data transmission to have zero impact on the brain, the brainwaves sent back in must be the individual's own waves. We cannot use anyone else’s to impersonate them; the brain will immediately trigger a rejection response if it detects a foreign pattern it doesn't recognize,”
Mook explained, standing before a gargantuan screen on the wall and pointing out the evidence he had discovered.
“Hmm...” Saito, sitting at his desk, looked deep in thought. “That sounds problematic. It means we wouldn't be able to feed in new sets of information that the brain hasn't encountered before.”
“Uh... I have an idea,” Mook said, raising his hand slightly as if asking for permission.
“Go on,” Saito replied in a flat tone, though he was listening intently.
“What if we find a way to ‘trick’ the brain into believing the incoming waves are its own?”
“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking. But the problem is, how? Have you figured it out yet?”
“Uh...” Mook scratched his head vigorously, as he hadn't reached that point yet. “Not yet, sir.”
“Think about it slowly then.” Saito rose from his desk to inspect the detailed data Mook had displayed on the screen. “Whether you figure it out or not, or regardless of how much progress you make, come see me in this room again on the 25th at 9:00 AM. Is that okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Mook nodded.
“You may go now.” Saito waved him away dismissively.
Mook quickly gathered his things, preparing to leave.
“Uh...” Mook paused at the door as something occurred to him. “May I have permission to go outside once in a while?”
“Of course. If you can handle it alone, or you can take Rina-chan with you if you like,” Saito answered briefly before turning back to immerse himself in Mook’s data.
“Thank you!” Mook expressed his gratitude joyfully and hurried out immediately.
***
May 17, 2033 | 08:30 PM
“Why did you eat so little this evening?”
A voice called out from behind Mook, speaking in clear, fluent Thai. Mook, who was hunched over his laptop on the edge of the bed, whipped around to look.
“Rina... was that your voice?”
“No, it wasn't,” Rina answered in Japanese with a gentle smile, followed by the AI voice echoing from the Bluetooth earbud in her right ear: “No, it wasn't.”
“Oh... the translator! Wow, it’s translated so well. It even used polite particles,” Mook looked at the new device in awe.
“Yes. I heard that Master Saito built this database himself from scratch. It can translate everything from polite, sweet words to vulgar profanities,” Rina explained through the translator.
“Oh, that's great,” Mook praised.
“So, back to my original question. Why did you eat so little?” Rina asked, glancing at the food tray where a significant amount remained.
“I just have a lot on my mind. I'm not really hungry,” Mook replied, turning back to focus on the laptop screen in his lap.
“Then allow me to take it away, otherwise the room will smell.”
“Mm-hmm.” Mook nodded.
Rina cleared the dishes before asking one last time, “Would you like any more snacks?”
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Mook looked up at Rina, who was currently wearing a thin, light white T-shirt and short pants. Crucially, she wasn't wearing any underwear, making her prominent curves clearly visible.
“No thanks... as soon as you get back in here, I’ll have a ‘snack’ to eat until I’m full.”
Rina’s face flushed crimson instantly as she understood his meaning. “Yes... I’ll be right back.”
Once Rina left, Mook dived back into the massive sea of numbers on his laptop. It was the brainwave data from the four rats he was comparing to find a ‘signature’ or a secret code that identified which waves belonged to which rat.
But trying to find a specific point from tens of thousands of data sets with the naked eye was nearly impossible.
‘There are so many numbers; a human alone can't handle this. I probably need AI help... I wonder if Mr. Saito has an AI I can use,’ Mook thought, carrying his laptop into the workspace. He powered on the main computer and searched for a program.
“Found it! And it’s a world-class one, too.”
Mook smirked as he launched the program with top-level access. He clicked to transfer all the data for the AI to read before entering the command:
‘In this file, there are brainwaves from 4 rats, 10 sets each, totaling 40 sets of numbers. I haven't specified which set belongs to which rat. Can you classify them and find their specific characteristics for me?’
‘From the total data sets, recurring patterns and differing specific characteristics have been found. They can be classified according to this table,’ the AI replied swiftly.
“It’s all wrong...” Mook murmured in disappointment when the AI mistakenly bundled the data sets of different rats into the same group.
Tap... tap... tap... Mook drummed his fingers on the table rapidly to accelerate his brain's processing. He tried again and again, but the results kept looping back to the same point.
“Wrong again,” Mook’s voice grew tense with stress.
“Would you like some orange juice?” Rina walked in with two glasses of chilled juice.
“Just leave it on the table. Give me a little more time,” Mook answered curtly.
Seeing his intense demeanor, Rina silently placed the glasses down and pulled up a chair to watch over him quietly and peacefully as time slipped away...
***
May 18, 2033 | 04:30 AM
Rina had drifted off at the table from exhaustion. Mook, however, remained hunched over, refusing to give up.
He decided to shrink the font size of the code to the smallest possible point his eyes could still perceive, allowing as much of the gargantuan data as possible to appear on the screen. Then, he forced himself to scan through those numerical sets with calm deliberation amidst the profound silence...
In a state of extreme fatigue where his brain was beginning to hallucinate, his eyes suddenly noticed an "anomaly."
It was a pattern in the numerical sets that seemed identical, but in reality, it wasn't—because their positions were located at different points within the massive sea of data.
‘Understand the logic I’m giving you in detail, then try to classify it according to my rules again!’ Thump! Mook entered a specific set of data into the AI and slammed the final key with all his might. His eyes, so weary they were nearly closed, stared at the screen in suspense.
And then... “That’s it!”
Mook shouted at the top of his lungs in joy as the correct results appeared. He turned and grabbed Rina, who was startled awake, and showered her cheeks with kisses in excitement.
From the night's testing, he realized that if he gave basic commands, the AI would use basic logic which couldn't grasp the complexity of human brainwaves. Mook decided to ‘teach’ his personal logic regarding the specific positioning of the numbers to it, and finally, it succeeded in doing exactly what he wanted.
***
May 20, 2033 | 01:30 PM
Inside Saito’s office, he pulled his hands away from the computer screen in frustration. After days of trying to find the brainwave signatures, he had come up empty. The overwhelming data combined with an AI that wasn't processing correctly had left him exhausted.
Saito walked over to brew some coffee and went to rest in the server room, which was filled with surveillance monitors.
“So you went on a trip together?”
Saito watched the footage of Mook and Rina walking arm-in-arm back into the house, looking cheerful. Once they reached the room, Mook transformed into a predator, lunging at Rina on the bed and hungrily kneading her large ‘buns.’
“Why do you look so relaxed... or could it be...?”
Saito picked up a laptop to check Mook’s usage history. “Nothing in here. Or is it on the main computer?”
Saito switched to view the data on Mook’s workspace computer before discovering the AI service history and the latest results that...
“Heh heh heh...” Saito let out a low chuckle followed by a wide grin that slowly expanded. “Hahahaha!”
He erupted into a mad laughter. Saito had prepared a massive budget, enough to hire hundreds of world-class scientists for years for this project. But it seemed he had drastically undervalued Mook.
This young man had accomplished in a single night what others might take years to achieve.
Saito’s laughter of triumph echoed throughout the room. If anyone had heard it, they couldn't help but think it was the laughter of a demon about to possess the entire world.
***
May 31, 2033 | 10:30 AM
After reporting all his progress to Mr. Saito on the 25th, Mook was ordered to take a full month of rest until Saito finished all the preparations.
Taking a break was good, but what was even better was that today was payday. Though they had initially agreed on one hundred thousand baht a month, in today's documents, Saito had adjusted the amount to one million two hundred thousand yen—nearly three hundred thousand Thai baht.
Moreover, he was generous enough to pay the full month's salary despite Mook having only recently started. In addition to the cash, Saito granted him 9% of the company's shares. Even though the company wasn't profitable yet, its future value was bound to be astronomical.
Drip... drip... drip...
Beads of sweat rolled off the tip of Mook’s chin incessantly as he sensed a murderous aura radiating from beside him.
Truly, after what he received today, he should have been cheering at the top of his lungs and then turned to go all out with Rina until they were both spent. Instead, Mook could only hold the documents in a frozen silence, not daring to move even a fingertip.
“Uh...”
Mook, who was sitting with his arm around Rina on the bed, looked at the two new maidservants who had brought the documents with eyes full of panic, while Rina wore a look of intense, smoldering displeasure.
Saito had just ordered the small double bed to be replaced with a king-sized bed large enough to accommodate several people, while also sending two new maidservants.
It was clear Saito wanted to increase Mook’s ‘happiness’ as a reward, completely indifferent to the fact that Rina had already given her heart to Mook—and she was now consumed by a fierce jealousy.
“Is Master Saito... does he really see me as that much of a lecher?” Mook half-asked, half-muttered in a low voice.
“You still have the nerve to ask!” Rina snapped back with a sarcastic, scolding tone, as the situation made it all too clear.
On every free day, Mook would have activities in bed with her at least three times. If the ‘little worm’ started to lose its energy, Mook would find ways to dote on her until it woke up to fight again.
She wasn't sure if Mook was just incredibly lustful or if it was because her body was simply too seductive, but in Saito’s eyes now, Mook had become a lustful man who was easily manipulated with women.
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