I Got an Omnipotent Brain Chapter 115

Translator: Dreamscribe

"So this is the place."

A facade where glass and stone intertwined in a curious blend; Rachel shivered for a mont at the grandeur of the MIT Mathematics building.

For an intern, experience working in a key departnt was more valuable than anything. In that sense, being assigned to the project the city was pouring the most effort into was nothing short of lucky.

"Ugh, it's freezing!"

Why was she suddenly hit with chills?

'It's quiet. Maybe I should've just co tomorrow?'

Her official assignnt didn't start until tomorrow, but Rachel had wanted to get a look at the site in advance, even if it ant coming late in the afternoon.

The building, which she had expected to be bustling, was wrapped in an eerie silence.

Creeeak...

The mont she opened the door and stepped inside, a chill washed over her as if the temperature had dropped several degrees.

'Hm?'

A rhythmic sound was coming from deeper in the corridor.

Scratch scratch.

Scratch scratch scratch.

Her nerves stood on edge, gripped by a fear she couldn't explain.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap.

The sound of chalk striking a blackboard.

Why would such sounds be coming from the corridor?

It was strange.

The sounds grew closer, then pulled away again.

Gulp.

Rachel slowly walked toward the source of the noise.

'Ah!'

Soone was standing at the end of the corridor.

Red hair, a white lab coat, slumped shoulders.

A man with a slender fra was writing sothing on the wall.

Scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch...

His hand moved rapidly, as if he were desperately pouring out every piece of knowledge cramd inside his head.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she crept a little closer.

Numbers, symbols, equations stretching on without end.

Just as Rachel was about to swallow her breath,

BANG!

The man suddenly slamd his head into the chalkboard.

BANG!

BANG BANG!

Once, twice.

And then, slowly, he turned his head toward her.

Griiind...

Rachel thought it sounded like a broken wind-up chanism grinding to life.

A complexion as pale as a zombie's, eyes shot through with red. Just as he began to reach his hand toward Rachel, soone appeared from behind and roughly clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Mmph!"

She struggled desperately to break free, but it was no use; she was dragged away without a chance to resist.

Only after they had moved a considerable distance did he finally let go. Rachel checked his face and gasped in surprise.

"Jake?"

It was Jake, the mayor's loyal aide, one of the most powerful figures at City Hall.

The suit that had always been pressed to razor-sharp creases, the shoes that never had a speck of dust on them... where had his usual immaculate appearance gone? His face was soaked with exhaustion.

Rachel swallowed her scream and stared at him blankly.

"Haaah."

Jake caught his breath, glanced warily around them, then grabbed her shoulders and pressed her against the wall.

"Keep it down. Please, keep it down.

That redhead... you were just in an extrely dangerous situation."

"What on earth is going on?"

The mont Jake opened his mouth to explain, a piercing shriek echoed through the corridor.

"AAARGH!

No! No, no, no! The algorithm got tangled up again. Why the hell does it converge like this!"

Rachel flinched and ducked behind Jake.

The screaming grew more and more hysterical.

"For soone to perfectly optimize this, he has to be out of his mind! I can't do it! I'm telling you, I can't!"

From the end of the corridor ca a heavy thud, the sound of sothing collapsing.

Rachel tried to peer in that direction, but Jake shook his head.

"They knock him out for a bit so he can rest. Around here, when soone breaks down, that's how they fix it."

She had a mountain of questions, but one look at Jake's haggard face and the words died in her throat.

"Let's go this way. There's a spot where the City Hall staff take their breaks."

Step, step.

They turned down the corridor and walked for a long while until they reached a room with no sign on the door.

Slide.

She opened the door and stepped inside, and there were familiar faces.

Wearing white lab coats, they were the elites from the traffic departnt, the people who had looked after her so well during her internship there.

But right now, they looked no different from Jake.

One person slumped on the floor, muttering to himself. Another standing in front of the coffee machine, staring blankly into space. Yet another slouched over while a simulation ran on their laptop. These were not the traffic departnt people Rachel had known.

"...Oh, Jake. Rachel's here too."

The man by the coffee machine finally noticed them and spoke up.

His tone was calm, but his hand was trembling ever so slightly.

"Harry, you don't look well. Are you sick or sothing?"

The Harry she rembered was a top-tier elite with a PhD from Yale, soone who took more pride in his work than anyone.

"It's not my body that's sick."

"What? Then what is it?"

"Here."

He tapped his index finger against his own temple.

"What happened?"

Jake, unable to hold back any longer, cut in first.

"I saw it earlier. I'd only heard the rumors, but I never thought I'd actually see it with my own eyes."

The researchers who heard Harry's words began to tremble as if seized by convulsions.

"Eeeek..."

"Y-you don't an you actually saw it?"

Everything was a mystery.

"Saw what? Explain it properly!"

When Rachel pressed him, he clutched his head as though in agony.

"I don't an to brag, but I think I've been doing pretty well here.

The algorithm Seo-ha used in the Boston Project is extrely difficult, you know? But I fully grasped it in just two days. I was confident I could handle my share of the work without any problems."

"And then?"

"There was sothing I wanted to ask. I'd been reading through the research notes in the boxes and found a part I couldn't understand. So I went looking for him."

The re thought of it seed to terrify him; his knees began to shake uncontrollably.

"There's a small lab next to the equipnt room by the stairwell. It's a room that's hardly ever used, so the lights are usually off, but today, strangely, light was leaking through.

I could hear soone laughing through the crack in the door, too."

It was a mory that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Scratch scratch.

The sound of sothing being written on a chalkboard. The delighted laughter of a young man.

As if drawn by a spell, he approached the lab and opened the door.

"Ah..."

Seo-ha was there.

Scratch scratch.

His chalk moved.

His hand was fluid and unhesitating, as if his body were racing to keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

After filling the board with equations for so ti, he gazed at an empty space diagonally across the room.

"You think so too, right?"

The AIs' reasoning clashed.

There was only one city, yet each model was presenting a different future as its ideal.

"Let's get the models looking in the sa direction. Not just the data, but the interpretive fraworks themselves. We make them share that."

'Who on earth is he talking to?'

Harry's eyes slowly followed the line of Seo-ha's gaze.

And then he saw it.

At the end of where Seo-ha was looking, soone,

no, sothing was sitting there.

An alien presence perched neatly on an empty chair.

It was unmistakably MIT's mascot, a beaver plushie, but with a yellow duck mask placed over its face.

"AAAAAAHH!"

Rachel, who had been listening, let out a rciless scream.

Jake snickered.

"Co on, a grown adult getting scared and shaking over sothing like that?"

Harry shook his head.

"Of course that's not it.

Even my daughter carries a teddy bear around and talks to it all day long. And there's that guy in the movie who's best friends with a volleyball."

"Then what exactly was the problem?"

"His eyes."

"What?"

"I asked him about sothing written in the notes. I was curious how he could factor in future data that hadn't even been observed yet.

He explained it to in great detail. The problem was that I couldn't understand a word of it."

Harry hung his head.

"This is the field I've dedicated my entire life to. Bachelor's, master's, PhD. And more than ten years of research after that. I must have published over twenty papers on the subject.

In fact, half of those notes were things I already knew."

The mory seed to resurface then, because Harry's eyes grew wet.

"He must have noticed I wasn't following.

Seo-ha started explaining again. Like he was teaching addition and subtraction to an elentary school kid. If only I'd understood it then... or at least pretended to..."

"S-so then..."

"No way. Harry, you're an authority in this field!"

He shook his head violently.

"No, I'm trash.

Seo-ha clearly said it! 'Is your intellectual level really only that much? With that kind of intelligence, what are you even doing here?'"

Both of their eyes went wide.

"Wait, soone that young actually said sothing that harsh? I never would have pegged him for that kind of person..."

"Are you sure it wasn't a misunderstanding?"

"...He clearly said it with his eyes. You two might not believe , but."

He sank into a gloomy expression and trudged out of the break room.

Once the door closed, the room fell back into silence.

"Jake, is there anything I should know beforehand? Starting tomorrow, I'll be working here too, you know."

Instead of answering, he let out a deep sigh.

"Most of the researchers dispatched here are probably in a similar state to Harry.

The model is far too complex. But they have to understand it, analyze it, and create new algorithms on top of that."

"Ah... that does sound like a tough situation."

"It's way beyond just tough.

Failure, then more failure. The failures just keep piling up.

You think you've got it perfect, and then Seo-ha cos along, runs a few tests, and the whole thing blows up on the spot."

Jake pointed to a whiteboard propped up next to the coffee machine.

Graphs, equations, red X marks and question marks scrawled densely across its surface.

"If this were a paper, you'd just chalk it up to a failed hypothesis and move on.

But here, it's a different story. This project is going to be applied directly to New York. If the model goes even slightly wrong, it could bring the entire city to a halt."

Why would soone who was just an intern be placed in a position like this?

Her eyes shook violently.

"You can't give up, you can't run away, and on top of it all, the team leader is a monster with abilities that defy all reason. Spend a month or two like that, and people start to crack."

Shudder.

Hit by a sudden wave of unease, Rachel wrapped her arms around herself.

The place she had been assigned to was one that pushed researchers to the absolute limits of their abilities.

* * *

Beeeep...

Click.

Rachel switched off her alarm and sat up in bed.

'What on earth is going to happen today?'

The vacant stares of the researchers, the faces heavy with defeat.

Worry crept in before she even left for work.

Dragging her reluctant feet, she forced herself into the research building, and a booming voice reached her ears.

"Yo! Rachel!"

"Harry?"

"Hey! Why the surprised face?"

He looked at her as if nothing had ever happened. Rachel felt indignant.

"Yesterday you looked like soone about to throw himself into the Charles River."

His eyes went round.

"Oh! That? Hahahaha!"

Rachel scrunched her delicate brow.

"I looked at it a bit more in the evening, and it started to make sense.

It was sheer luck that I still rembered Seo-ha's explanation. Turns out I'd been thinking about it completely wrong!

I called him right away to ask, and you know what he said? He told I was a truly remarkable mathematician. Said not many people had ever managed to understand that.

Hahaha!"

Harry threw open the door and strode into the lab.

He was in such high spirits that his laughter echoed all the way down the corridor.

"What... what is all this?"

When she went to the cafeteria, there was a long line stretching out in front of the counter.

"Rachel!"

"Jake?"

Unlike yesterday, he was impeccably put together.

"Hard to get used to, huh?"

"You have no idea!"

Jake chuckled in amusent.

"That stress is a daily dose. Co morning, it all resets and starts fresh."

He shrugged as he took his coffee.

"The system we're building saves people, and beyond that, cities and nations. Everyone here works with that kind of conviction. The leader, young as he is, is working harder than anyone. We can't afford to lose to that."

Rachel quietly swallowed at the gravity of his expression.

"If you don't have at least that level of dedication, this isn't a job you can do."

Jake waved and walked away.

When she arrived at her seat, everyone's expressions had changed from the day before.

"Seo-ha is almost finished. Let's pick up the pace!"

"If we can just get Manhattan handled properly, I think we can make this work."

"Where's the simulation results sheet from yesterday?"

Rachel said nothing, unfastened the button at her wrist, and rolled up her sleeves.