Revelation Of An Ordinary Life

Artificial vs Natural

A subtle change took over the school. It wasn't as apparent as the one between Manabu and Nagumo, but it was present nonetheless. I suppose the reason Yagami's presence wasn't as pronounced was simply because there was no speech yet. Nagumo's beginning was clear in many people's minds because of his words on that podium.

Another possibility is that people hadn't come to terms with it yet. Nagumo, who was president for the last year, was now no longer in that seat. Every student here had experienced Nagumo as president, so adjusting to Yagami being president would take some time.

"The final exam is upon us. But before we get onto that, there's something you might be interested in seeing."

Perhaps the meeting with Yosuke would be shown, it's the main thing that comes to mind.

"You also think that, right?" Yosuke asked.

Superb. It's like he read my mind.

"It's the only thing that comes to mind before the exam," I admitted.

My father took me to a facility located deep within the mountains, its exterior dyed a pure white. No, it wasn't only the exterior.

As far as I could remember, both the corridors and the small rooms we went through were all painted in one single white color.

So that's where we're going. Back to that hollow facility. Windowless. Empty. Soulless. I can describe it in many ways, but that's from the perspective of someone who lived inside it.

For Sakayanagi, she probably found it interesting.

"So that time will be shown," Sakayanagi remarked with a surprised expression.

It seems that even she didn't expect such a thing.

"Weird father-daughter bonding," Amasawa commented.

I placed both my hands on the transparent glass, doing my very best to see what lied beyond. The screen seemed to be some sort of one-way mirror so they couldn't see us from the other side.

"What is it, Arisu? It's rare to see you this interested in something."

"This is an experiment attempting to artificially create a genius. There's no way I wouldn't find it interesting."

"...That's not a very childlike way of speaking, as usual."

My father spoke, showing a perplexed smile as he picked me up in his arms.

"So you were always like this," Kamuro remarked flatly.

"An attempt to artifically create a genius, huh? Well, how do you even determine that?" Hashimoto examined.

The White Room, at its supposed core, doesn't wish to give people talent from anywhere. It's more so built around the concept of environmental growth. It's not survival of the fittest, it's trying to be something that's more so on the other end of the spectrum.

Though it has incredible education, it's nevertheless flawed from a nurturing standpoint in many ways. But that's only from the perspective of my generation, it's possible these flaws have reduced in the future generations.

"Their goal is to take people, no matter the talent, and build them up to a level. I imagine there may be a baseline that the people who live in the facility need to cross to become a success. But it's an odd concept, maybe the people who pass that baseline are all above average. If you have failures at all, doesn't that mean you've failed?" Sakayanagi stated.

There was this kind of mocking in her voice as if she was belittling the concept. I suppose that's to be expected from her, though.

According to my father, anyone who went through the curriculum of this facility would, without exception, be educated to become someone exceptional. There's no way I wouldn't have misgivings about that.