Project Umbrella Translation
PLANT WORKER'S DIARY
August 5, 1998
I can't take it anymore! Every single day, we strap innocent young people to the operating table and, without anesthesia, cut open their skulls and excise part of the brain, over and over again... Even when I go to bed, the wailing, screaming and crying of their death throes linger in the depths of my ears and never go away.
Commander Vincent always coldly says "Don't think of them as human beings. In the end, they're nothing more than raw materials for creating a Tyrant."
But those of us who actually take scalpels to their skulls could never truly think like that. They're obviously human beings, just like us.
Many times I implored Commander Vincent to at least let us operate on them under anesthesia, but he rejected it, saying we wouldn't be able to extract high-purity β Hetero Nonserotonin. No matter how much the company orders it, what we're doing isn't ethically acceptable... if we die, we're absolutely going straight to Hell.
No... perhaps this reality of ours is Hell itself already.
August 5, 1998
I can't take it anymore! Every single day, we strap innocent young people to the operating table and, without anesthesia, cut open their skulls and excise part of the brain, over and over again... Even when I go to bed, the wailing, screaming and crying of their death throes linger in the depths of my ears and never go away.
Commander Vincent always coldly says "Don't think of them as human beings. In the end, they're nothing more than raw materials for creating a Tyrant."
But those of us who actually take scalpels to their skulls could never truly think like that. They're obviously human beings, just like us.
Many times I implored Commander Vincent to at least let us operate on them under anesthesia, but he rejected it, saying we wouldn't be able to extract high-purity β Hetero Nonserotonin. No matter how much the company orders it, what we're doing isn't ethically acceptable... if we die, we're absolutely going straight to Hell.
No... perhaps this reality of ours is Hell itself already.
Official Japanese Transcript
工場職員の日記
1998年8月5日
もうたくさんだ！毎日毎日、何の罪もない若者たちを手術台に縛り付け、麻酔もかけず頭蓋骨を切開し、脳の一部を切り取る作業の繰り返し････ベットに潜った後も彼らの泣き叫ぶ声、悲鳴、断末魔の叫びが耳の奥に残って消えない。
ビンセント司令官は、常々「彼らを人間と思うな。彼らはあくまでもタイラントを作り出すための原材料にすぎないのだ」と冷たく言う。
だが実際に彼らの頭蓋骨にメスを入れる俺達はどうしてもそんな風に思えない。彼らは紛れもなく俺達と同じ人間だ。
せめて麻酔をかけて手術させてくれと何度もビンセント司令官に懇願したが、それでは純度の高いβヘテロ・ノンセロトニンが抽出できないと却下されてしまった。いくら会社の命令とはいえ、俺達のやっていることは倫理的に許されるものではない････俺達は間違いなく死んだら地獄に落ちるだろう。
いや･･････もうこの現実そのものが地獄なのかもしれない。
1998年8月5日
もうたくさんだ！毎日毎日、何の罪もない若者たちを手術台に縛り付け、麻酔もかけず頭蓋骨を切開し、脳の一部を切り取る作業の繰り返し････ベットに潜った後も彼らの泣き叫ぶ声、悲鳴、断末魔の叫びが耳の奥に残って消えない。
ビンセント司令官は、常々「彼らを人間と思うな。彼らはあくまでもタイラントを作り出すための原材料にすぎないのだ」と冷たく言う。
だが実際に彼らの頭蓋骨にメスを入れる俺達はどうしてもそんな風に思えない。彼らは紛れもなく俺達と同じ人間だ。
せめて麻酔をかけて手術させてくれと何度もビンセント司令官に懇願したが、それでは純度の高いβヘテロ・ノンセロトニンが抽出できないと却下されてしまった。いくら会社の命令とはいえ、俺達のやっていることは倫理的に許されるものではない････俺達は間違いなく死んだら地獄に落ちるだろう。
いや･･････もうこの現実そのものが地獄なのかもしれない。
Official English Transcript
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FACTORY WORKER'S DIARY
August 5, 1998
I can't stand it anymore! I have to take the subjects to the operating table and sever their skulls to extract a part of their brain. I do this over and over, day after day...It is awful. Guilt stays with me all the time, even after I go to bed. Commander Vincent instructs us..."Do not see them as humans. They are just raw material we use to create Tyrants with."
But it is we who cut their skulls. I can never consider them as just raw materials. They are humans just like we are.
I asked Commander Vincent about ways to reduce their suffering, but he ignored my request, saying that by using anesthetics, pure β Hetero Nonserotonin cannot be extracted. Even if it is the company's orders, I don't believe what we are doing is ethical... I'm sure that I'll be sent to the worst possible place, when I die.
Or perhaps should I say, I'm already there...
FACTORY WORKER'S DIARY
August 5, 1998
I can't stand it anymore! I have to take the subjects to the operating table and sever their skulls to extract a part of their brain. I do this over and over, day after day...It is awful. Guilt stays with me all the time, even after I go to bed. Commander Vincent instructs us..."Do not see them as humans. They are just raw material we use to create Tyrants with."
But it is we who cut their skulls. I can never consider them as just raw materials. They are humans just like we are.
I asked Commander Vincent about ways to reduce their suffering, but he ignored my request, saying that by using anesthetics, pure β Hetero Nonserotonin cannot be extracted. Even if it is the company's orders, I don't believe what we are doing is ethical... I'm sure that I'll be sent to the worst possible place, when I die.
Or perhaps should I say, I'm already there...