The surgical procedure with which I would be taken down was about to be one of Dr. Walsh's masterpieces, a classic work of psicology 1 on 1. For beginners, his flattering was intentional all along. He meant to make me feel good about myself to get my guard down. How sneaky
"So tell me, A52, what's your favorite kind of music? I myself enjoy a bit of country, but I'm curious about you." Walsh says as he calmly and surgically calculates me to blindly fall into the trap of thinking this guy is anything but a mortal enemy.
"I like the dead genre of Future Punk; it's quite good once you try it." I innocently replied I was simply trying to build a good rapport with the guy.
"Oh, yeah? Have you listened to Jonguro? I heard he's pretty good." The man asks as he hides behind the curtain of a good guy, and I blindly begin to trust him.
"Yeah! I love Jonguro! But what's this got to do with anything?" I had to push further down the line before completely forgetting what this was. It wasn't a friendly talk, so I had to hurry it up.
"Well, A52, I just wanted to know you better before I start dumping all of the evidence we've got against you, and trust me, we have a lot of things against you. Honestly, this is more of a formality. You're extremely toasted as it is." I began to feel nervous as the guy finished each of his sentences. Was I really that bad? I felt like I hadn't done much so far.
"Is there anything I can do to fix it? I have been the victim all these times. I'm not a criminal." Walsh simply looked at me and then at a weird machine next to him before proceeding.
"The best thing you can do for yourself is to confess A52. The trial will be broadcast live, and the jury will most likely believe a repentant A52 instead of a denying one. You're smart; what do you think?"
"I think I have done nothing wrong! I have been pushed around by people like I'm an object! What did you expect from me if you all pushed me around like I don't have emotions?!" At the time, I failed to realize, but Walsh grew a slight smile on his face as he continued.
"Well, what could people possibly have done to you. If you just explain yourself, you could avoid any jail time by claiming self-defense. You simply need to tell us the truth." Walsh spoke in such a manner that I missed his utter deception. He meant none of them, but I believed him at the time.
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"Well, for beginners in that desert, some guys were shooting at us, and I simply chose to shoot back to protect the people around me. I couldn't care less if they were an ally of the AUC or whatever they shot at me first, so I shot back!" I had just placed the first nail in my coffin, suddenly realizing they didn't even know about the desert accident.
"Well, that obviously falls under self-defense; they tried to kill you and your friends, so you acted with an equal level of force, right?" There was another trap where I fell right in like a total idiot.
"Uhm, well, no. I did overreact now that I reviewed my actions. There was no need to sabotage a helicopter to shoot missiles at them. I went a little far." The man kept quickly writing on a piece of paper as he proceeded with the dishonest line of questioning.
"Well, I'm glad you at least feel bad for going over the top. It shows you're not the cold-blooded monster I thought you'd be. The court will most likely dismiss this case as a self-defense. You've got nothing to worry about." Walsh said as he grew a fake sympathetic smile at me, and I bought it.
"I surely hope so. I'm quite tired of people not being on my side." There I was again, opening my mouth against one of the best. Perhaps I really believed he was here to help me.
"What do you mean by that? Are you no longer willing to collaborate with humans because of these minor incidents?" Another trap lay down right before my eyes, and I again fell right into it.
"That's not what I said. I want to collaborate peacefully with you guys, but you're pushing my buttons, and I don't know if it's convenient to keep a stubborn species alive with me or not." I answered truthfully, not knowing I was quickly digging a deeper grave for myself.
"Well, I sure hope we can come to reasonable terms after your trial. And about Dr. Toshiba, what's your story about that incident? You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable. I simply wish to know what could've pushed you."
"Dr. Toshiba was a bitch! She deserved what I did to her. I'm frankly quite disappointed she didn't die. Could you believe she tried to overload me and then install some weird creepy program into me to turn me into some Alice or something!" I was open to Walsh's attacks, entirely emotional at his point, which was precisely what he wanted.
"Do you think you overdid it this time around, or do you think you used an equal amount of force?" The guy asked right as I finished my sentence, I was still emotional, so I answered in the worst way possible.
"I didn't use enough! If I had been more effective, that bitch would be dead! My only regret is not finishing her off right then and there!" Walsh finally finished writing on his notepad as he repositioned his glasses.
"That's all I need from you today, A52. I appreciate your cooperation and will work hard to represent your case to the best of my abilities. You have nothing to fear. You sound incredibly innocent in all these cases, godspeed.
Dr. Walsh left the room when he got what he wanted, but I blindly believed he was a good guy trying to help me. Of course, I now know he was an enemy, but I felt relieved back then when he told me everything would be fine...