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else saw how trying that hard to be austere just made it all the more obnoxious. It wasn’t like you could walk into a space that really looked like a monitor.
    It was because they made rooms like this that organic humans did dirty deeds together.
    I hate it . They’d just had their monthly meeting…last week.
    Today’s was a unique summons.
    The Ministry of Culture, which brought together the National Welfare and Development System and the Committee on Adolescent Welfare and Development—comprised of center personnel from each locality— was meeting under the auspices of an emergency session of the 122nd Area Branch.
    Shizue had been brought in from central.
    They called her a counselor, but it wasn’t like she was an accredited therapist. She had a license but mostly advised minors in their plans for the future and assured they were in good mental health.
    She had no idea what it meant to deal with a serial killer, but they were saying at least one of the victims attended the 122nd.
    The conference seats were filled with police associates and local cops, as well as local governance that didn’t usually show up to these things. It wasn’t any ordinary conference.
    This was obviously a big deal.
    Being in the same room as these people for any amount of time de-pressed Shizue. On top of which, the facilitator of the emergency meeting —the very man she was judging—was the dumbest one of them all.
    Shizue’s melancholy was pitched at an all-time high. His whole introduction was pointless and over-long.
    â€œThere’s been a rash of bizarre crimes,” he waxed impassioned.
    What’s bizarre mean anyway?
    It was an obsolete term.
    Bizarre . Derived from words signifying anger, wrath, and fascination with both.
    Bizarre, eh?
    Bizarre was a word that was popular a hundred years ago in detective novels, its time long since passed into history.
    Making such distinctions between normal and abnormal was in and of itself passé.
    Shizue thought the real crime was this attempt to apply the distinction to an unquantifiable territory and to the psychology of its inhabitants, its society.
    Unusual simply meant outside of the norm.
    It could also mean reality was less than ideal. Be it in excess or in its lack, significant idiosyncrasies were impossible.
    In other words, before one could begin to use a word like bizarre one would have to define normal , and that required envisioning an ideal. This conference was not doing any such thing.
    There was no such thing as a normal psychology or a normal society.
    Things changed. Things were complex and had aberrations. Things couldn’t be easily territorialized. Besides it being impossible to draw lines, how was one ever to measure deviations, if they’d deviated successfully?
    Ideals required ignoring the defects and deficiencies of a reality and replacing them with theoretically and carefully composed goals of superiority. Ideals were just ideologies. In which case, something was wrong with you if you tried to fix an ideal in this day and age.
    Also…
    It was stupid to be calling this a rash of incidents.
    Who knew why they deemed this a bizarre crime. It wasn’t like “bizarre crimes” had never taken place before.
    Even if in each era there were some vague trend of events noticed or unnoticed, the events were probably the result of several other events that occurred over the past several hundred years. Shizue was convinced that even if one tried to give numerical value to the events that led to the aberration and averaged a rate, there would be instances of too many or too few to come to a conclusion.
    People had been the victims of mass murder from a long time ago, every single day. Of course you wanted to stop it, or if not stop, control… This savage country used to slit the throats of murderers. It was also a country that under the guise of war rendered tens of thousands of lives useless. The only