12 Revelation
The rest of the week passed without anything too special happening. Plato met up with Basara and Iwatani on Friday, and the two had handed him their notes on everything. Plato was grateful for the gesture, but it was useless for him. He had already viewed all the lecture recordings and read through the recommended texts, so he already understood everything that the course was going to teach him.
It was to the point where he had gotten 90%+ on every past paper he had done. And this was not just for one course, but for all four courses. He hadn't shortened his training time either, which meant that he had achieved this level by studying for one to two hours a day for five days. Even Plato thought that it was completely insane. Absolutely ridiculous. He had crammed the knowledge of 12 weeks into 10 hours.
Now that Plato had gotten his body to a stage where he wouldn't be dead tired after a day of training, he had more and more time at night where he had nothing to do. After experiencing the rapid speed of his studying, he decided that he should get some books on other subjects, like medicine or biology, to study and learn. Although his training method was complete and comprehensive, it was not exactly the best, and Plato thought he could improve it by having a sturdier foundation of a human's anatomy.
The best thing was, he didn't even need the hard copy of the book, or even leave his room. All he had to do was go onto his laptop and download a pirated version. He had done the same for his engineering textbooks as well. Although it took some getting used to in the beginning, he had gotten the hang of it after messing around for a while. There were often websites dedicated to free, online copies of academic works, and all Plato had to do was find one of them.
Naturally, he had used a free VPN to secure his connection. He was right under the nose of the AFP by living in Canberra, and the internet in this day and age was heavily monitored for cyber-criminals.
After that little stunt on Monday, he had not seen Junko at all afterwards. 'All the better,' he had thought, since he really didn't want to see her at all. It wasn't that he was disgusted by her, and it wasn't that he hated her either. It was more like… a conflict with his values? It wasn't something Plato had experienced before, so the new sensation was weird. Either way, he had become irritable as of late, and his killing intent was occasionally leaking out unintentionally.
Because of that, Plato had raised his guard and vigilance to the max. Whenever he got irritated, it meant that something big was going to happen. While it might not exactly be life-threatening, it would certainly be dangerous and troublesome. As for who it involved, Plato had a pretty good idea.
He sped up his training once again, afraid that he would be woefully underprepared when trouble knocked on his door. However, contrary to his expectations, nothing happened on the weekend. It was only on the Monday after that a new development had come up. Apparently, the group that was behind the bombing of the AFP headquarters on the previous Sunday was a global syndicate that proclaimed that the apocalypse was upon them – and that the politicians of every country were the ones behind it.
Their main modus operandi was to mess with the national police, making citizens fear for their lives. Evidently, it would take more than one explosion to achieve this effect. Therefore, the AFP and the Australian Government deployed extra security and devoted resources to capturing the syndicate's local base in Australia.
The latest lead they had was that they were holed up in the ANU. As Plato read the news on his laptop, his killing intent exuded from him in waves of almost tangible blood mist. Of all places, they had to choose the ANU! The should have chosen UC (University of Canberra)!
This news had put the entire campus on lockdown, and AFP were patrolling every corner of the university frequently. It also meant that Plato had to put a stop to his daily training. At the very least, he couldn't train in public. There was no doubt that his training would be seen as militant behaviour, and the police might apprehend him just to be certain.
Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to attend classes with Basara and Iwatani. On Tuesday, all three were assigned to the same group project – to make a working robot which could move like a human. Naturally, it was only meant to be a small-scale human. It was an assignment that was designed to test the students' grasp on fundamental physics, as well as the applications of said physics. The weight of the material, the energy provided by the batteries, the movements of the joints, balance, etc. All things were to be tested. Even without "All-Seer", it would have been easy for Plato.
With "All-Seer", he could simply look up images of the latest, working, humanoid robots and analyse their design. With a few simplifications and miniaturization, the project would pretty much be complete. Basara and Iwatani felt that Plato's design was impressive, while Plato himself breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a good thing that the AFP locked the university down. Otherwise, he would have forgotten about the existence of group projects. Although he would most likely be grouped up with Basara and Iwatani and they would cover for him, it wasn't a good look to be 'lazy'.
However, there were no bell curves at the ANU, so even if he was lazy, as long as he scored well in the exams and assignments, the professors and lecturers could do nothing to him.
When Plato revealed that he had forgotten about the group projects, Basara felt amazed that the bookworm and study maniac Naofumi could forget things, while Iwatani reassured him that nothing would happen even if he really did miss out on the projects.
Hanging out with Basara and Iwatani, even if it was in class, left Plato feeling content. Since his Naofumi personality was stronger when he was with them, he felt that life would be good if it continued being so peaceful. Yet these hopes and dreams were dashed, because trouble had come to his doorstep.
On Thursday morning, the AFP had narrowed down their search range to Bruce Hall. They had confirmed with their own sources that a student in Bruce Hall was acting strangely after they heard about the lockdown. In addition, they had already searched through the other colleges and faculties and found nothing out of the ordinary.
Soon, a gathering of all the students living in the college was called so that they could cooperate with the AFP. The location was the quad – the field of grass in between the two wings.
Present on the scene was one constable and two detectives. The two detectives were named Tom and Jerry, and were partnered up either intentionally or unintentionally. Those two were in charge of interrogating all of the students. The constable's job was to keep the order; although his stance suggested he was of the belief that if they hadn't done anything wrong, no-one would panic.
However, he had grossly underestimated the imaginations of the fresh high school graduates. They were like ants in a hot pot, as if they had a bad conscience. The other students had interacted with police several times, especially at bars and the like. They were not afraid, since the most they could be charged with was being inebriated in public. Even that was a stretch, since Bruce Hall wasn't actually considered to be a public place.
The interrogations soon began…
It was to the point where he had gotten 90%+ on every past paper he had done. And this was not just for one course, but for all four courses. He hadn't shortened his training time either, which meant that he had achieved this level by studying for one to two hours a day for five days. Even Plato thought that it was completely insane. Absolutely ridiculous. He had crammed the knowledge of 12 weeks into 10 hours.
Now that Plato had gotten his body to a stage where he wouldn't be dead tired after a day of training, he had more and more time at night where he had nothing to do. After experiencing the rapid speed of his studying, he decided that he should get some books on other subjects, like medicine or biology, to study and learn. Although his training method was complete and comprehensive, it was not exactly the best, and Plato thought he could improve it by having a sturdier foundation of a human's anatomy.
The best thing was, he didn't even need the hard copy of the book, or even leave his room. All he had to do was go onto his laptop and download a pirated version. He had done the same for his engineering textbooks as well. Although it took some getting used to in the beginning, he had gotten the hang of it after messing around for a while. There were often websites dedicated to free, online copies of academic works, and all Plato had to do was find one of them.
Naturally, he had used a free VPN to secure his connection. He was right under the nose of the AFP by living in Canberra, and the internet in this day and age was heavily monitored for cyber-criminals.
After that little stunt on Monday, he had not seen Junko at all afterwards. 'All the better,' he had thought, since he really didn't want to see her at all. It wasn't that he was disgusted by her, and it wasn't that he hated her either. It was more like… a conflict with his values? It wasn't something Plato had experienced before, so the new sensation was weird. Either way, he had become irritable as of late, and his killing intent was occasionally leaking out unintentionally.
Because of that, Plato had raised his guard and vigilance to the max. Whenever he got irritated, it meant that something big was going to happen. While it might not exactly be life-threatening, it would certainly be dangerous and troublesome. As for who it involved, Plato had a pretty good idea.
He sped up his training once again, afraid that he would be woefully underprepared when trouble knocked on his door. However, contrary to his expectations, nothing happened on the weekend. It was only on the Monday after that a new development had come up. Apparently, the group that was behind the bombing of the AFP headquarters on the previous Sunday was a global syndicate that proclaimed that the apocalypse was upon them – and that the politicians of every country were the ones behind it.
Their main modus operandi was to mess with the national police, making citizens fear for their lives. Evidently, it would take more than one explosion to achieve this effect. Therefore, the AFP and the Australian Government deployed extra security and devoted resources to capturing the syndicate's local base in Australia.
The latest lead they had was that they were holed up in the ANU. As Plato read the news on his laptop, his killing intent exuded from him in waves of almost tangible blood mist. Of all places, they had to choose the ANU! The should have chosen UC (University of Canberra)!
This news had put the entire campus on lockdown, and AFP were patrolling every corner of the university frequently. It also meant that Plato had to put a stop to his daily training. At the very least, he couldn't train in public. There was no doubt that his training would be seen as militant behaviour, and the police might apprehend him just to be certain.
Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to attend classes with Basara and Iwatani. On Tuesday, all three were assigned to the same group project – to make a working robot which could move like a human. Naturally, it was only meant to be a small-scale human. It was an assignment that was designed to test the students' grasp on fundamental physics, as well as the applications of said physics. The weight of the material, the energy provided by the batteries, the movements of the joints, balance, etc. All things were to be tested. Even without "All-Seer", it would have been easy for Plato.
With "All-Seer", he could simply look up images of the latest, working, humanoid robots and analyse their design. With a few simplifications and miniaturization, the project would pretty much be complete. Basara and Iwatani felt that Plato's design was impressive, while Plato himself breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a good thing that the AFP locked the university down. Otherwise, he would have forgotten about the existence of group projects. Although he would most likely be grouped up with Basara and Iwatani and they would cover for him, it wasn't a good look to be 'lazy'.
However, there were no bell curves at the ANU, so even if he was lazy, as long as he scored well in the exams and assignments, the professors and lecturers could do nothing to him.
When Plato revealed that he had forgotten about the group projects, Basara felt amazed that the bookworm and study maniac Naofumi could forget things, while Iwatani reassured him that nothing would happen even if he really did miss out on the projects.
Hanging out with Basara and Iwatani, even if it was in class, left Plato feeling content. Since his Naofumi personality was stronger when he was with them, he felt that life would be good if it continued being so peaceful. Yet these hopes and dreams were dashed, because trouble had come to his doorstep.
On Thursday morning, the AFP had narrowed down their search range to Bruce Hall. They had confirmed with their own sources that a student in Bruce Hall was acting strangely after they heard about the lockdown. In addition, they had already searched through the other colleges and faculties and found nothing out of the ordinary.
Soon, a gathering of all the students living in the college was called so that they could cooperate with the AFP. The location was the quad – the field of grass in between the two wings.
Present on the scene was one constable and two detectives. The two detectives were named Tom and Jerry, and were partnered up either intentionally or unintentionally. Those two were in charge of interrogating all of the students. The constable's job was to keep the order; although his stance suggested he was of the belief that if they hadn't done anything wrong, no-one would panic.
However, he had grossly underestimated the imaginations of the fresh high school graduates. They were like ants in a hot pot, as if they had a bad conscience. The other students had interacted with police several times, especially at bars and the like. They were not afraid, since the most they could be charged with was being inebriated in public. Even that was a stretch, since Bruce Hall wasn't actually considered to be a public place.
The interrogations soon began…
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