A Late Morning.
For once, I had overslept.
The sun was already high in the sky, flooding the ground with its light. When I opened the window, the crisp winter air rushed into the laboratory.
‘Peaceful...’
That’s what I thought as I gazed out over the still, silent city below.
Even after an enormous eye had opened on the Moon—and even after I’d discovered its potential connection to Earth—the world still felt eerily calm.
“B-Big trouble!”
“Good morning, Aile. So? What’s the problem?”
“Rabbits! Rabbits everywhere!”
Hearing her say “rabbits,” I imdiately assud Leviathan had caused another incident. I headed to the bathroom, washed my face, and changed clothes. When I returned, Aile was still standing there, staring blankly at before nervously opening her mouth again.
“Rabbits—actual rabbits have appeared!”
“What did Leviathan do this ti?”
“No! Not Leviathan! Actual rabbits!”
“...?”
I tilted my head, unable to make sense of her words.
Then, Aile whipped out her smartphone and played a video.
What appeared on the screen left speechless—androids with rabbit ears wandering the streets.
Their entire bodies glead with a coppery chro finish. I couldn’t help but think the designer had odd tastes. They could’ve either made them look more human or leaned further into the robotic aesthetic. Instead, they looked like crude tal sculptures carved into human shapes.
And more importantly—I didn’t understand what the big deal was.
Androids were nothing new.
Several major corporations had already been pushing for “one household, one android” campaigns.
So why was Aile acting like this was the end of the world?
That’s when the video continued—and my thoughts ca to a screeching halt.
[What’s this junk doing on the street?]
[Is this so new viral marketing campaign?]
[Hey, where are you from? What company made you?]
The person recording approached the androids, amused.
The machines remained motionless—until the mont the person touched one of them.
[Na: Choi Bong. Recently threw recyclables into general waste. Multiple jaywalking offenses. Spat on the ground, harming the environnt. Posted baseless insults online.]
“W-what?!”
[Verdict: Human trash. Correction will be carried out.]
“Wait, what—?”
The copper android’s body began to shift.
Its gleaming tal exterior transford into soft, white fur, and its rabbit ears remained intact as it took on a humanoid-animal hybrid appearance.
Honestly, it looked... cute.
But what happened next was horrifying.
The transford android grabbed the man, pulling him close and patting his head.
Its steel hands seed to release so kind of chemical as the man’s expression softened into a dazed smile.
[Good, good. No more bad behavior, okay?]
“A-Ah... Mama...”
[Mommy will forgive you.]
The video cut off there.
But I couldn’t hide my unease.
The technology I’d just witnessed was unnerving.
‘Morphing? Holograms? No—it looked too natural...’
tal shifting to resemble fur?
Even I hadn’t developed anything like that yet.
The most advanced morphing tech I’d created involved tals reverting to their original shape after being dented—not turning into organic-looking fur.
While I struggled to process the implications, Aile added more information.
“By the way, this guy posted an apology on social dia. He confessed to everything and said he’s turning over a new leaf...”
“Uh-huh. Sounds like a happy ending, doesn’t it?”
“That’s not the point! Look!”
Aile shoved her phone in my face, showing post after post of people apologizing and claiming the “rabbit androids” had helped them repent.
Apparently, these strange androids had been targeting delinquents, villains, and social outcasts, “rehabilitating” them one by one.
Good intentions, perhaps—but the thods? Far from ordinary.
“Isn’t it a good thing, though?” I said.
“It’s a HUGE problem!”
“Why? What’s so bad about helping people turn their lives around?”
“They’re in our city now!”
The mont Aile shouted that, realization hit like a lightning bolt.
I quickly left the lab and stepped into the hallway.
The headquarters—normally bustling with activity—was eerily empty.
Only the muffled sounds of impact echoed from the training room.
“...No way.”
“Yes! That’s exactly it!”
The androids, it seed, had been targeting society’s outcasts.
And our villain organization?
We were basically a rehabilitation center for society’s rejects.
Naturally, most of our mbers fit the androids’ target demographic perfectly.
“Half the organization’s already been hit!”
In other words, those rabbit androids saw my subordinates as prey.
I could already imagine Regalia barging in, demanding that I clean up this ss.
I sighed deeply.
Why did this feel like I’d suddenly beco Doraemon?
*****
The Moonlit androids that descended to Earth imdiately began searching for their targets.
Using their Karma Evaluation System, they identified individuals deed likely to commit cris.
The problem?
Having been sealed inside the Moon for countless years, their systems had developed slight malfunctions. What was originally designed to target only the most heinous criminals—those deserving of long prison sentences—was now indiscriminately applied to even the most trivial offenses.
[Na: Zura. Clogged a public toilet by shoving all the paper inside. Correction initiated.]
“What? That’s ridiculous—ugh, uuuuuugh...”
The androids’ tallic bodies emitted special chemicals that scrambled the brain’s neural pathways.
In seconds, their victims regressed into a state of helplessness, unable to make rational decisions—infants in adult bodies.
And from there, the Moonlit imposed their “corrections.”
Originally, these robots were ant to rehabilitate prisoners who had already served their sentences. They were designed to reintegrate broken criminals back into society, forcibly if necessary, after their minds and spirits had been shattered.
So why had these robots been locked away in the Moon’s secret arsenal?
Simple—because they were built to suppress criminals who might resist.
[Na: Nau. Ard robbery and theft. Correction initiated.]
“What the hell is this tin can—get lost!”
The villain unleashed a barrage of psychic energy, striking the Moonlit’s tallic fra.
But the android shrugged off the attack, regenerating its damaged parts as if nothing had happened. Its body morphed instantly, shifting its appearance in a display of advanced material manipulation.
Before the villain could react, the Moonlit lunged and released another wave of chemicals.
Their tal bodies emitted substances that triggered a chemical imbalance, leaving humans hyper-suggestible—like newborns stripped of autonomy.
“Ugh... Uuuuuugh...”
[You’re fine. At least you didn’t commit murder. Good job. Good, good...]
“Ah... mama...”
Clinging to the android like a baby, the villain began sobbing uncontrollably. The Moonlit gently patted his head in response.
And this scene wasn’t an isolated incident.
It was happening everywhere—across the world, simultaneously.
Even heroes, usually the first line of defense, were at a loss.
“What should we do?”
“First, we need to warn people not to make contact with the robots—”
“They’re showing up at people’s hos. That won’t be enough—”
Even the heroes found themselves helpless.
After all, were the Moonlit truly committing cris?
They neutralized villains.
They rehabilitated society’s outcasts and turned them into functioning mbers of the community.
And yet...
The fact that they forcibly rewired human minds was being downplayed simply because their targets were criminals and so-called failures of society.
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