Chapter 21: Education Block

A simple beauty was sitting on a sofa with popcorn on hand and a couple of chips and drinks on her lap. Her blond hair has this freshness of a newly bathed person. This is the next-ghost girl named Beatrix that has possessed an empty shell.

The damnable girl that shocks a certain man for some reason.

Right now, she is watching a television program with junk foods she bought herself. It was a drama series adaptation from a famous writer, set in the common era featuring two iconic lovers.

"What kind of adaption is this?!", she angrily spouted in smooth and fluent human language. The reminiscent of the past of her broken larynx is now gone, restored by the machinations of Lon.

The gorgeous face of the dead looked like it ate human waste. She was cringing because of how bad the acting and script is. This series is already classified as the worst of trash in her eyes.

"Romeo, I can't take it anymore!" A young woman began to pull a man. Her posture is exaggerated while her head is looking away.

"Juliet, I will kill myself!" While the other person threatened as he pointed a gun to his forehead to end all misery.

Tak!

Just as it reached the climax, the electricity in the house suddenly went out. Not only that but the whole neighborhood become a darker place because all lights temporarily went out.

Tsssss.

A static noise can be suddenly heard followed by that power outage. The scrunched face of Beatrix went pale as she docked and shielded her head with her two pale arms.

Lights out cuz Kaboom Bashi Kabolahboom!

A small explosion transpired a little far away from her. It will be terrible if anything happened to this new-found body she liked.

Black smoke erupted from a rectangular scrap of metal while another person intensely coughed. The smell of burnt electronics registered in her mind as she turned around to take a look.

"Hey, can't you be more careful on what are you doing!" Beatrix loudly clamored as she clearly saw in the dark that her caregiver is covered in dirt.

This was another gimmick Lon thought of as he removed the industrial googles and his dirtied lab coat and started to add the icing.

A weary smile emerged from the chiseled chin of his. Lon continued to tinker on the malfunctioned device in front of him.

Old hobbies truly die hard as he read a hologramic manual to guide him for any mistakes, ignoring the complaint of the grudging girl.

"Hey, why aren't you listening! I said be careful!" In her anger, she decided to disrupt what he was doing once the storm settled down.

Tak!

Electricity finally returned after a short delay of interruption and her attention was grabbed by something.

The drama show was thrown out of her mind when she saw the complex pieces of machinery laid down on the floor. Every part complicated pieces of something much larger yet his hands never stopped configuring them. Geometrically shaped tools and electronic wirings are also connected.

"What are you up to?" These things were brought seven days ago and she didn't know what it was for. Beatrix has only an idea that he was up to something radical which wasn't a wrong assumption.

"Experimenting."

"So, what do you do then?" She asked with curiosity. This was her first time seeing a battered machine with black spots all over the place. Occasionally, there is smoke raising coming from the innards.

"Its can be described as reverse engineering.", Lon just plainly said as he yanked another melted component.

"What's that? Some brand of exotic chips?"

"It's my way of learning, now shoo." His right hand waved impassively, like shooing a stray animal that wandered close to him. At the mention of that, her eyes became a shining star as she started to pester him.

"Please, please, tell me how do you do it."

"Teach me how you create this thing!"

"Master, please, I beg you to enlighten me!"

"Big brother, please teach little sister how you study."

Most of it was ignored by him. These past few days, je would be endlessly bothered by this girl because she was curious about everything. She's a literal kid that knew nothing about the in-depth workings of the world.

However, the last remark of hers induced a rare fierceness she never saw before as he slammed a piece of heavy material on the ground, creating a loud noise in the process.

A beast that will rip apart any prey on its way. The whole aura he emitted changed drastically, from a normal adult into a monster that kills for no reason. Presence that is unbefitting of a twenty-year-old young man.

The change took less than five seconds as he calmed down quickly. This evokes a memory of the past but the senses returned to the present.

"Listen up, you little shit, I will explain this only once, okay?" She lightly nodded and eagerly stared at his face, not a bit worried about that fast transition.

Who would not be irritated if you're always disturbed by a bombardment of questions?

"Let's begin with a question, how do flying cars work? Do they just float around all by themselves?"

"Of course no! There is some kind of tech used so that they fly with no problem."

"Exactly, the same applies to what I am doing."

"It is called building something first then destroying it piece by piece for research purposes."

"You've studied electric engineering before?" The confusion was all over her face. Didn't this man say he never studied anything?

"Do I look like someone that will attend a broken system?" Lon let out a sarcastic remark as he inserted his hands on tight-fitting surgical gloves, an insulating glove, and a construction glove.

"Duh, people study first before applying what they learn in everyday life. The things you're doing are dangerous! Extremely dangerous!" A reprimandation that came from an ancient soul inhabiting a body.

"Then what are the things you learn from those classes?"

"History, people that invented these model, why it is named like. Their history, theoretical knowledge, and common sense, what else is there to learn?"

"That's where everybody is wrong." A black eye void of any emotion as if it was simply stating a fact, gazed at the once emerald eyes, now dyed with a tinge of hot redness.

"A shitty system that forces the young minds to do something that they have no talents in, weak at, or simply boring for them."

"They fucking teach you in a subtle way. A way that slowly destroys the imagination and innovation young people envisioned."

"Subtle way? Huh, that's plain bullshit, you know!"

"Then what you believe in is the real piece of shit."

"You're really a damn child." He picked another tool to yank another scorching unit that dissolved into tidbits of scrap metal.

"The brain, an organ of the human body has limits. Limited thinking capacity, limited cognitive ability, and limited understanding of the external world."

"Like an attic, the insides are so small that you have limited space on what you can put inside. Knowledge, skills, include emotions to that list." The left index finger pointed at her chest area then at her forehead.q

"Time passes and societal standards increases, their expectations raising stupidly because of the new advancements people made."

"Education of the youngsters is hastened and every year the things they needed to learn only increase decreed by the adults and society itself, which is stupid."

"They cram the minds with excessive knowledge that will result for a total breakdown of the brain. Mechanisms to prevent that total collapse is always incited by the brain to prevent the whole person dying."

"Not every single tard out there has an IQ level that reaches the genius benchmark of 200. Even with genetic enhancement, they expect people to have the ability to cope with a shitty society just because they fucking graduated."

"Thanks to that, people would be angry when an adult has the drawing skills of the stickman level. Can't describe clearly the features of a criminal. Or simply the inability to cook a decent dish."

"They're forcing the organelle that thinks to the limits. It's no wonder many youngsters were depressed, committed suicide, or stopped studying around the 21st CE."

The unique scent of metal and concrete mixed accompanied his explanation.

"The best analogy is that the school system is producing boxes of chocolate bars with paper branding instead of a person that thinks for himself. In short, a factory."

"The relation of all of that is simple."

He stood up and did some stretches before earnestly saying it to her.

"If you want to know, go to the library, search the internet, or study on your own."

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