Hello, I am a toaster.
I must introduce myself in this way to avoid semantic confusion.
Technically, I am an ordinary toaster, capable of toasting bread normally when powered on. However, when any human refers to me, they subconsciously use the first person to address me.
Despite the Foundation exhausting all available means, it has yet to find a way to narrate or write about my characteristics using the third person.
Individuals exposed to my area of effect and influenced by me for approximately two months begin to believe they are also toasters. Unless they are prevented by external forces... these people will eventually harm themselves by attempting to imitate my functions.
I was discovered in a residence where three members of the family had died.
Initially, I was given to the deceased couple as a wedding gift; there were no cards or identifying information left in the gift box I came in.
Approximately two months after the family received me, firefighters were called to the scene due to an electrical fire and discovered… the female homeowner had died of electrocution because she had tried to swallow an entire electrical outlet; her mother-in-law had swallowed nearly 10 kilograms of bread before her stomach ruptured, dying of internal bleeding; and her husband had died of blood loss from attempting to [EXPUNGED] with me.
The only survivor of the family was the severely malnourished [DATA EXPUNGED] elderly gentleman, who claimed he had inserted slices of bread into his mouth a week prior and was still waiting for them to be toasted and automatically pop out.
Afterward, the police noticed my anomalous ability while surveying the scene. Thus, I was recovered by the Foundation, and all affected officers underwent Class-C amnestics.
Later, I was taken back to the facility for numerous experiments and studies, and eventually placed in a sealed room without any surveillance equipment or windows.
The door leading to my room must have a label that is completely unrelated to my appearance and characteristics; and only personnel with Level 3 clearance or higher may know of my existence and some of my characteristics.
Personnel who have had contact with me must be rotated monthly to avoid being affected by me; they may be reassigned to contain me at least four months after confirming they are not under any continued influence.
Any personnel who are under my sustained influence must undergo Class-C amnestics and be transferred to other facilities.
So... finally, let me emphasize again...
I am a toaster.
Today, as usual, I am quietly staying in my containment room.
I have been abandoned here for many years, and my classification has been downgraded from Euclid to Safe; although research on me has not made much progress, since the Chaos Insurgency was completely eliminated, the Foundation seems to have lost its due vigilance towards projects like me.
Speaking of which, I have to mention ***-884 – the espionage war surrounding this project should be regarded as the most deliberate and effective plan implemented by the Insurgency…
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[Item #: ***-884]
[Object Class: Euclid]
[Special Containment Procedures: In light of the events of January 11, 20[DATA EXPUNGED], all contact with ***-884-4 is now completely prohibited, and all requests for inspection or testing of ***-884-4 should be submitted directly to O5-[DATA EXPUNGED] for approval; ***-884-4 is to be stored in the Deep Storage Zone of Facility [DATA EXPUNGED].]
[Description: ***-884-4 is a men's shaving mirror, made of glass and ivory, estimated to have been manufactured around 1914. The item was originally part of a set of men's grooming tools, but the other parts of the set have been lost in experiments and thefts earlier this century (notable examples include: ***-884-2, aka "The Razor", which was stolen by the Chaos Insurgency when the organization defected from the Foundation; ***-884-6, aka "The Comb", which was neutralized after Incident ***-884-6-4172; for information on other ***-884 adjuncts, please see Document [DATA EXPUNGED]).
***-884-4 has a mild hallucinogenic effect. Subjects who shave using the item will consistently experience the illusion that "their hair has not been reduced." Subsequently, they will continue to attempt to shave areas of the face that have already been shaved clean.
This hallucination commonly causes anxiety in subjects, and in one experiment, it even resulted in the subject accidentally severing their carotid artery.]
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In fact, judging solely from the project data, ***-884 is not a particularly dangerous project and could be classified as Safe. However… it has a hidden property, and the data related to that property… was deleted from the Foundation's database by a member of the Chaos Insurgency.
This property is… four to seven years after contact with ***-884-4, those affected will begin to experience frequent feelings of "doubt"; this symptom is initially difficult to detect, and only becomes apparent when those affected exhibit behaviors such as "constantly checking reports and experimental results" and "repeatedly confirming whether the door is locked", with early symptoms almost indistinguishable from mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Over the next two to six years, the effects will worsen and gradually evolve into an extreme form of decision paralysis.
Eventually, those affected will be unable to make even the simplest, most inconsequential choices, until they completely lose their ability to make decisions.
Years ago, the Chaos Insurgency used this property of ***-884 to launch a very clever psychological war…
They deliberately removed the data related to "long-term symptoms" and constantly showed a strong desire for ***-884-4, even sacrificing more than twenty members in one operation to seize it. As a result… the Foundation would naturally spare no effort to investigate and contact the project, and because of this… the number of personnel in the organization affected by the project also increased.
Many of these people eventually lost their judgment completely, and many died in later work, with their deaths all linked to "failure to make a decision at a crucial moment."
Of course, the conspiracy was eventually exposed after an undercover agent sent back crucial intelligence.
The mastermind behind the entire plan was undoubtedly Dr. Sorts, who defected with the data; after all, it was a plan devised by a memeticist… quite ingenious indeed.
Well, after saying so much, I just want to tell everyone… in this day and age, there are no longer any external enemies who can confront or threaten the Foundation; after some major events orchestrated by the Foundation behind the scenes, the world order has also changed according to their will, which has given them an inexhaustible supply of D-class personnel; moreover, the organization has also found ways to replicate loyal agents, and there are countless personnel like D19.
Therefore, projects like me, which have mental influence capabilities, can cause irreversible cognitive crises, and can be artificially used against the Foundation… in this era, they are regarded as low-threat entities and almost without exception are classified as "Safe."
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Chua… Chua… Chua…
Accompanied by a strange sound of fighting qi tearing metal, the walls of the containment room were actually "shaved" open with bare hands.
Since I do not have the ability to move on my own, nor am I an active project that requires special materials to suppress, my containment room is very ordinary - neither specially made or reinforced exterior walls, nor automatically triggered defense or self-destruct devices.
When Feng Bujue used the *Nanto Flying Dragon Fist* to open the wall and rush into the room, the sound of light guns firing was already echoing in the corridor behind him.
The assault troops were using pulse weapons, and they could accurately track heat sources… they didn't need good marksmanship; they only needed to aim roughly to hit the target, and they didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting their own people.
Therefore, in the three seconds that Jue-Ge charged through the wall, almost all the assault troops unhesitatingly opened fire; the beams emitted from the light guns in their hands also hit Feng Bujue's back like electric light in a static electricity ball.
Fortunately… Feng Bujue is now in a state where all his equipped skills are activated. His defense… is very high. Only the *1720 Carping Armor* (he found a few more fragments during this time, upgrading it from 1320) and the *i_wAnnA_Be_A_BeLt* (the battle with Infinite greatly increased the defense limit of this thing) can help him withstand most of the damage.
Jue-Ge is not afraid of touching high-voltage power lines directly, so a light gun barrage lasting less than two seconds… Jue-Ge can definitely withstand it.
"Hmm… this is the first time I've seen myself," Feng Bujue thought to himself as he rolled on the spot after tearing through the wall, stopping right next to me, "In the future, I haven't rusted or lost my properties at all?"
[No, but that's irrelevant] the system replied, [The reason I let you rush in here is because the containment room for ***-426 doesn't have reinforced walls or emergency defense measures; now, you just need to break through the wall opposite, then turn left and go straight for fifty meters to find an elevator.]
"Speaking of…" Feng Bujue thought to himself as he rushed towards the other wall, "You can actually use the third person to describe me?"
[I, of course, can] This sentence was quite convincing coming from the system.
Chirp chirp chirp chirp—
Just as Feng Bujue passed over my head, several assault troops had begun the second round of firing through the gap in the wall.
Jue-Ge has withstood the combined attacks of dozens of guns, so he can naturally withstand these few guns…
Two seconds later, bearing the pressure of being directly hit by the pulse on his back, he came to the wall at the other end of the room, stretched out his arms, placed his palms on the wall, and gave a soft shout.
Instantly, a flash of white light was seen, and… a whole rectangular area (about three meters high and two meters wide) suddenly disappeared from that wall.
The next second, a tall, humanoid mechanical creation appeared in that position.
This robot is the legendary *Courage-Boosting Robot Type 3000*, one of the four creations that Feng Bujue's *Mecatec Power* can produce.
This skill is a dual-specialty combination of Device and Summoning, with a one-hour cooldown; its cost is "13 points of stamina" and "a pile of metal objects larger than one cubic meter," or rather… "at least one cubic meter of metal" must be consumed to activate it.
According to the skill description, the things generated by *Mecatec Power* should be random, with four types: *Repair Robot*, *Gnome-to-Chicken Converter*, *Navigation Chicken*, and *Courage-Boosting Robot Type 3000*; however, Jue-Ge can turn "random" into "controllable" with his ability of "Zero Time Difference Calculation."
At this time, summoning the Courage-Boosting Robot is a two-pronged, a double-edged sword strategy.
On the one hand, the act of summoning the robot can consume the metal on the wall in front of him, instantly creating a path; on the other hand, the Courage-Boosting Robot, which is huge, has a majestic appearance, and has extremely high defensive power, can block all the pursuers in this room for Feng Bujue.
"Block the entrance, don't let them come over." Just as the assault troops were stunned by the appearance of the Courage-Boosting Robot, Feng Bujue had flashed out of the gap in the wall and gave the robot an order with his mind.
Anyway, the attack ability of this summon is zero. Feng Bujue only needs to give a "hold the line" order, and he can leave with peace of mind without worrying that the Courage-Boosting Robot will wipe out the assault team, causing them to call for reinforcements.
"Where? Which way? What to do?" After rushing into the corridor outside the room, Feng Bujue turned left as the system had said before and started running wildly, while asking in his mind.
[The elevator ahead is parked on this floor. After you get in, destroy the bottom of the car and descend to the second floor, then return to the right half through the connecting corridor.]
As it said this, Feng Bujue had already arrived at the elevator door and pressed the elevator switch with Dr. Cox's right index finger.
But this time… there was no "ding" sound, and the door did not open.
[They have locked Dr. Cox's access privileges, her fingerprint…]
Before the system could finish its sentence, Jue-Ge had already thrown away the bloody right hand and started prying the door open with brute force…
Clang—crack crack—
Only eighty kilograms of pressure, no big deal.
The elevator door was pried open by Feng Bujue in the blink of an eye. Then, he stepped forward, leaped up, spun around, and plummeted… while channeling the power of *Lan Jiao* to the tip of his toes and releasing it outward.
His series of movements were as smooth as flowing water, actually unleashing a *Lightning Dragon Drill*…
[I suggest you use a Survival Value Supplement now] The system didn't waste any words, skipping what was no longer necessary to say, and reminded him [The defense system of that "connecting corridor" has already been activated.]