The Dinner

"Mitochondria is the Powerhouse of the Cell."

How many times has one heard of that statement in schools? It has become memes and sarcasms to laugh on the redundant educational system time after time.

Thanks to that, everyone can remember that the mitochrondia is the powerhouse of the cell. Even so, not many remember that it is believed in the endosymbiotic hypothesis to be a descendant of a highly specialized bacterium.

In simple terms, it came from outside, billion years ago.

In the hypothesis, the specialized bacteria are believed to have incorporated themselves into the cytoplasm of the cells. Which means that one of the most important part of the animal world was probably based on the symbiosis of a bacteria and the primal organism.

It was just a hypothesis, so people were still debating whether or not the hypothesis was correct.

Until 18 years ago.

The C virus vaccine which was introduced to the human body contained a highly weakened virus.

Usually, the body would react to that by eating the virus, or sending signals to eliminate the foreign organisms. However, it was not the case for some.

Rather than purging and killing the virus to develop the body's immune system, the cells of a small number of people did what the primal organism did billion years ago. The weakened virus travel inside of the body, inside of the cytoplasm and became a part of it.

They released their weaken body, and combined themselves to the Nucleus.

We call that The Merge.

The merge did nothing wrong to the body, actually. Everyone who got merged did not feel any side effects and discomfort while still having the immunity from the normal C virus. The number of those was also insignificant comparing to the total world population who was still alive at the time. Thus, The Genius and all of the officials chose to keep silent.

Every year, The Company would do a free check up and a blood test for those who got merged. Nothing serious was found. Of course, even if they did, they would not have reported it to the Government.

This is capitalism that we are talking about. The stock, the profit, the economy. If people knew there was something similar to a weakened version of the C virus was combined into their cells living inside them. The world once again would be in turmoil.

And as for the governments, as usual, they kept their info to themselves.

18 years later, the C generation is now fully developed.

Some have been receiving mental issues. It is nothing new. Mental disabilities are becoming more and more easy to detect because of the improvement of the healthcare system.

No one would have linked that to the past.

There is no way anyone could have connected the C vaccine to the mental problems that the C generation is having. The prevalence is just a little higher anyway. The distance between mental development and a vaccine from 18 years ago is universal.

At least, that is what all the higher ups thought.

"...The psychology conference has finally come to an end after 2 days. This year, our country has had the wonderful oportunity to host the biggest psychology conference in the world. The researchers and doctors have made various discoveries and discussed new types of treatment for patients who have to suffer mental disabilities in this modern day and age...."

The sounds from the superflat TV echos around a certain living room.

Even though it is called a room, the place is absolutely gigantic. It can actually fit a third of an olympic size swimming pool with ease.

Inside of if, a glass piano can be seen in the middle of the room. On the wall, paitings are hung with small lights right above them. Some scuptures and exotic trees and flowers are also placed here and there.

In the corners, maids wearing their black and white uniforms can be seen.

This room looks nothing like a room, it is more of an art gallery for a king with those set ups.

Sipping a glass of ruby red wine, a woman is listening to the news. She does not keep her her tied up, so it is a complete mess. Somehow, her glasses can be stable on top of the mess.

Looking at her from behind, no one would be able to tell that she is still in her prime.

However, looking at her from the front, it would be different.

Mainly because she wears a normal lab coat and nothing else. Her fair skin shines under the light.. She does not like clothes expect for when she is working.

That is the mother of the princess, The Genius.

The Genius is now in her 40s but with the help of science, she is still maintaining the appearance of those who have just reached 30.

Just by looking, one would already guess where The Class Rep got her beauty from. With sharp eyes, deep dark pupils with flashes of intelligence and rosey red lips, she looks like adult version of the princess. Others may even mistake her as the sister if they do not know her true age.

Right now, she is intrigued by the news.

"...There is an increased in the prevalence of mental disability in the C generation comparing to all of the previous years, a 5-year-study suggest..."

"Hoh? So these guys are finally scratching the surface. Took them quite a while! Fufu." She speaks with an enchating voice.

The Genius, with all the assets combined, is as dangerous as a succubus.

She turns towards the maids.

"Is my daughter finished?"

"Yes, my Lord." All the maids instantly reply.

"Good!" She nods. "Let's dress up. I need to talk to him tonight. Bet that boy has a ton of questions. Fufu!"

She shows her devilish smile.

After the bath, The Boy was led to the dining room.

To him, every single thing in this house, this mansion, is way above his imagination.

White marble walls with wooden floor, corridors filled with old vases and paintings which should worth more than his life, maids filling every few steps.

Never has he ever thought of something this caliber.

But now, he has to steel himself for all the things to come. The Boy tries to clear his mind.

"Please, Young Master, have a seat." The maid pulls a chair out for him.

"Thank you." He relunctantly says.

The maid then bows and moves to a corner.

"My pleasure."

The dining room is huge. Comparing to his house, the place must be at least three times bigger and higher than a normal dining room. On the celing, a chandelier can be seen. The surroundings are decorated with a touch of classic interior design but they mostly kept the modern style.

The main color of the dining room rather than being covered in a golden hue, is actually leaning towards the white spectrum with grey in some section. It actually gives a futuristic feeling with the chosen colors.

Currently, there is only The Boy. The two girls have yet to come.

Trying to make his time useful, he thinks about what had happened prior to being attacked.

First, he was able to communicate with The Girl through something unheard of before.

Second, The Girl switched place with The Class Rep, although the clothes did not.

Third, The Class Rep opened his mouth using nothing.

He remembers the feeling when he was desperate. He wanted to look for The Girl. He wanted to talk to her. When his emotions reached a certain point, he was already seeing her face.

It was not something hard, he actually did not have to force himself at all. The sensation was as if he was moving an arm or a leg.

However, it put a strain on his head. After talking for a while, he felt tired somewhere in his body, but he could not describe the place.

He felt like as if he had another arm, and that arm was tired.

The Boy then tries to do the same thing again.

He closes his eyes and thinks of his girlfriend. For some odd reasons, the image of The Class Rep is also present.

He pays no mind to it and continues.

Suddenly, he sees their images. They are also coming into the room through a corridor. The Class Moves infront while The Girl walks behind her. They are saying nothing to each other.

The princess is wearing something like a frilly dress, while his girlfriend wears a short skirt.

She is cute. He thinks.

But then, the image of his girlfriend looks straight at him. Not opening her mouth, he can hear: "Th...thanks."

Real cute.

"Hey, what a bout me?" Someone else's voice chimes in.

No matter how beautiful she is, I will never give her that compliment. I think to myself.

"Really??! I'm beautiful to you!!?? Yay." The Class Rep jumps happily.

I can feel menacing glares coming from my girlfriend.

"You. Are. Dead." Her eyes are total darkness.

I worry for my life now.

Soon after, the two girls come inside the room.

The Boy then stands up and goes close to The Girl.

"No need. I will take it from here." He says to the maid.

After that, he pulls out a chair for his girlfriend.

"Here, have a sit."

"Thank you." A little suprise, she smiles at him and then sits down.

The Boy travels back to hit sit.

Seemingly a bit envious, The Class Rep stops the maid and looks at him.

"Me too, husband!"

"No." The Boy responses with a cold no and a bonus stare.

"Ahn!!" The princess screams. "That stare!! As if he was looking at a pig!!"

It is not very effective. The Boy needs to think of something that would make her suffer.

Being rough will not help. Judging by what happened before, she is probably the type of person who would feel satisfaction when humiliated.

What about the opposite?

The Boy stands up, close his distance with the princess. He can feel the pressure of someone else near him. His girlfriend does not like what he was about to do.

"Don't worry. I thought if I did this, she would feel bumped out for not being looked down." She hears his voice in her mind. She makes a small nod.

The Girl wants her rival to suffer, too.

The Boy does the exact same thing that he did for his girlfriend to the princess.

"What's this? Are you serious ??!!! SUCH A GENTLEMAN!!" *kiss* "I know you love me, dear husband!!*

She gives him a kiss. The Boy goes stiff all over his body. She restrains him using her ability in the process.

Again, not very effective.

She is bullet proof.

"I'm sorry." The Boy looks at his girlfriend. All he sees is impending doom.

"It's fine." She says.

It is NOT fine.