Alternate Dimension Special: Secret Documentary of Mizuho Academy by Hatsuya Institute: History & Uniform

How did Mizuho Girls academy came to what it is today? A well known school, but yet most people don’t really know how it works under the hood.
It started many years ago, which is to say some years before where the academy is today was built, when the founder of Mizuho High School approached us, and we discussed plans on how to implement it.
Mizuho Girls Academy was founded around the early or mid 20th century as a co-ed high school, where boys and girls attend together. Right until around the time Mamiko Hisakawa (one of our staff on assignment there) enrolled to that school, the design of the uniform was was virtually unchanged since the school was founded. But we will talk about why the uniform was changed later.
Why the backward conversion from a co-educational school to a girl’s school? The founder of the school has this fetish of seeing girls, and yet wants his school to become as big like a built up city with technology that would make everyone in awe that they would not see soon outside. After several talks, we would develop the technology to make it possible, and also let us use the academy as a testing ground for new technology we have in plans, but lack the real world testing situation for it. On top of that, he also wanted to expand the school by creating middle school and college, as well as create commercial and retail spaces, along with dormitories for people to rest at because people may not want to leave as the campus is so big.
We were set back by the attacks on our staff from whom we strongly suspected be from Senritsu Corporation, but the plan went on nevertheless. It was a coincidence that, in recent years, this academy has help us to quickly adapt to the phenomenon where all living humans around the world has “evolved” to become quite close to what the Mizuho founder wanted the people in Mizuho Academy to be made up of and nothing else: young women.
Why young women? Well, they are less aggressive than men to begin with, look beautiful, and fewer mental distractions from concentration. The problem here is that trying to have a large campus that is made up of nothing but young women is next to impossible: there aren’t enough available women that fit the description to fill it up, and the can get old too. They could fill in the vacancy if they accept men and older women, but the founder doesn’t want that. He suggested to us that we turned them into girls, and them turning back to what they were on leaving. On top of that, he wanted to have the people who knew about the transformations to absolutely not be able to tell people who do not know about it, including via electronic means and people overhearing a conversation between people who do know about it. He added that he also wanted components of their body to work exactly like a healthy young woman, even if they were originally elderly, disabled, a girl who has not yet reached puberty or any kind of male.
Most people had objected the idea of having people being turned into something else against their will, but that next part he suggested is almost like a way to get away with what they aren’t legally allowed! However, the order came from the highest person of both companies.
We didn’t accept or reject the request right away as we tried to develop the technologies that makes it possible. The most difficult part was figuring out how to turn any kind of person into a biologically a young woman? We are aware of male to female gender reassignment surgery, but those people remain mostly biologically male no matter how much female hormones they take or what modification they did to their body. Aside from that, how you turn an elderly person into a young person, or remove their disability like they never had it, and squeeze it all into a piece of clothing?
One of the first steps we did was to collaborate with other researchers from Germany to research on the most difficult step of all: having a male to be biologically turned into female as if born one. The director of that time offered his nephew, who was newly born, as part of the experiments. That experiment turned out to successful where she grew up like any other female with little or no sign of male behaviour and even managed to reproduce two children with her body. Sadly enough, that child in question became aware of the experiment, and another unrelated experiment done to her, after her second child. Most people would demand to be turned back into a male, but she didn’t as she can’t think of living as anything other than being a female as she was already female when she became remembering and being self-aware of the world around her. Ironically, that same girl is also Hatsuya’s current director, Kotomi Hisakawa (maiden name is Miyazawa).
With the experience we had learnt from that, we figured how to turn male into female, and it wasn’t that hard to figure out what else to do. Funnily enough, having them turn back to male after temporary turned into female regardless of how long it is as long as they wear it, works differently from turning females into males. (We did try the latter as a follow up of the opposite, but that didn’t work successfully, and we abandoned that idea.)

Next, is to turning people of any age into a teenager and, at the same time, remove imperfections that they would have. By imperfections, we meant things like disabilities, cancer, myopia, scars on the skin, and things like that. The challenge here is that they should be restored to exactly to what they were like when it is applied to the uniform on being removed. To achieve this, we examine every single bit of the person’s body, store that data, and then transform them into the template we have on all uniforms. However, to ensure that everyone does not look or sound the same, that template is modified to have them look like a teenage female version of what they are, and of different body measurements that meets the requirement of the Mizuho founder. They would all look like the staff whom the template is based on, and would cause confusion to everyone as nobody could tell anyone apart.

Even with all the research, we also have to optimise and make sure that glitches do not happen. Major issues we encountered at the beginning was that the transformations took unacceptably long, which we expected as the amount of data of the human body to handle, and the capacity needed to handle them quickly, is far larger than anything commercially available at the time of research. We has to put in a lot of research to achieve that, and at the same time squeeze it all into the fabric of the uniform, and protected from damage by water. We received feedback from people who knows a male that has worn the Mizuho uniform long-term that it has caused them to behave more feminine than before even when they aren’t wearing it. While we can assure you that the uniform does not brainwash people, we can, however, explain why this happened. (Yes, post-evolution people, people in the past could take off their clothes for as long as they like.)

You see, what we feel with our bodies does affect how we behave, including what our sense of touch is telling us. As the anatomy of male and female bodies are different, particularly that relating to reproductive organs, one would feel different while being of either gender: having weights on the chest that are quite sensitive to get touched versus not having it at all, or feeling of something between the legs pressing against your trousers versus feeling nothing but air all the time. Another influencing factor that made them behave more like females is because, while wearing the uniform, their body gets turn back to the adolescent stage where mental developments to a person happens more than the rest of a person’s life. Since they are also turned into a female, the body naturally develops their mind towards being a woman. Since adult males receive no further mental development, there is nothing but willpower (if they have any) to counteract the female mentality they acquired. The effects are minimal if a man wears it for a short time and does not wear it again for the minimum of same duration as when he last wore it. That means that regular visitors, and staff who does not regularly work overtime there, would have little effect. Having their minds being steered in the female direction is unavoidable for students as, on the request of the Mizuho founder, not allowed to be able to take off the uniform for their the entire duration of their study there.
Having the uniform to be removable only in certain conditions was introduced as an anti-rape measure. We take precautions to make sure the wearer doesn’t feel uncomfortable even when they wear the uniform for long periods at a time, so we also implemented technologies to have them to always feel like they have just taken a shower. If they get wet, the uniform would quickly repel away the water, so they would stay dry even after a bucket of water was poured at them.

To help our students deal with stress from studying in such a prestigious school, we had also implemented a stress-relief program into the uniform. Due to the nature of how this looks as it happens, only students and outsiders would not be able to witness it happening, but to make sure those that could see it do not plan around it, the time it happens are random, and would not be able to talk about it. With the evolution, however, we had to design around the redesigned body. The design we came up with seems to be the first and, currently, the only way to be able to relieve built up sexual frustration at all with our evolved bodies, which isn’t designed for us to be able to have sex (as we know it) at all. As the technology is part of the uniform, no one knows about this and those who have not worn the fourth generation Mizuho uniform before sees the frustrating feeling as not curable.

While designing the second generation uniform, we did take into account that them looking more attractive makes them an easy target. We found that the toilet is where they are the most vulnerable in the toilet, as a pervert could rape the girl while she is using it. That has happened before, but we believed that the long skirt and how old-fashioned the first generation looked was a deterrent from having it more often as the statistics of girls of other schools whose uniforms looked close to what we planed to change to had more victims of rape cases. Testimonies of the rapists, and a closer investigation at how the victims looked like with the uniform have shown that the girl looked irresistibly beautiful.

You would think we would come to a conclusion of having the second generation uniform to look less attractive than those schools when these findings were shown, but instead, approval of the opposite happened: have the girls to look even more attractive. However, development to have a way to eliminate the need for them visit the toilet in the first place began. It took us time to figure out how, but let’s just say it is “wirelessly transmitted” to a central location from anywhere, though, like the rest of the uniform, underwear could no longer be removed even in the toilet, and rendering all toilets in Mizuho obsolete. The system that keeps the uniform fresh and dry takes care of the hygiene and sanitation too. I honestly don’t know how the girls could perform better than other schools with all of these.

Other bizarre things the higher-ups wanted was to have all Mizuho girls to be constantly be producing breast milk. Their burst size was based on a percentage increase from the average average size of everyone (which included men and children) instead of a few size increase of the average woman. That has not changed since, even in this post-evolution world, but it seems bigger today because the demographics the average is based on are now nothing but women with a noticeable burst. The blouse is designed to optimally accommodate her burst size at the time she  enters Mizuho, though her bust size itself changes all the time. During the evolution, however, the transformation of men into women has meant that the average bust size of everyone increased. That means a permanent and frequent burst size increase for everyone in Mizuho, which meant that for anyone who does not step out of Mizuho academy often would feel the strain of their blouse getting tighter due to the increased size until they re-enter, where their blouse is readjusted for their enlarged breasts. For reasons unknown, we did not receive any complains about this.

Why did we completely change the uniform design years after the school became an academy that was virtually unchanged since Mizuho was founded? Well, even in the years before the academy opened, Mizuho uniforms were starting to look old-fashioned against most other schools, and certainly out of place if we wanted the academy to have the latest and greatest advancement of technology in the world. However, our resources were quite constrained and have our priorities to the underlying technology in the academy to be more functional than the design of it. Also, one of our staff had her body programmed to only allow skirts of certain length or shorter to be worn.

We could have sent someone else there, but we have to use her specifically for an experiment in there. Combining her being able to only wear skirts of a certain maximum length and the mandatory wearing that old Mizuho uniform with its long skirt could cause trouble that we delayed her being allowed in without telling her directly by enrolling her in other schools, which aren’t owned or associated with Hatsuya or Mizuho, until the new uniform is ready. Can you imagine the conflict of being forced to wear short skirts and the old Mizuho uniform with that long skirt at the same time? Well, because of how they both work with ejecting non-compliant clothing, she would be able to wear that old Mizuho uniform, but would be uncomfortable with the forces she would feel: the one rejecting the long skirt would try to force it out, but as long as conditions of being able to remove the old uniform are not met, would try to fight what the uniform sees as unauthorised removal and tries to put it back up.

Tests has shown that it would give a noticeable vibration with the skirt, and would immediately fall off when conditions for being able to remove the uniform are met. Long-term tests has shown that the skirt could break apart within less than a day from the wear and tear of being forced in and out repeatedly and rapidly. Sure a replacement would appear the next time she steps in, but the issue is the comfort and potential embarrassment in public view, plus the strain it causes on our systems because of the persistent amount of attempts to keep the uniform on, while, separately, her body would also try to take it off. With the new design, we were made it less restrictive and switched the style from sailor to the blazer kind. Skirt length was shortened from ankle-length to around the thigh, which is somewhat a big change as most other schools usually do that gradually. However, this new length is slightly shorter than what other schools of the time were using

People like the new design as not only did they see it as “keeping up with the times” and even have the girls wearing them look prettier than other uniform without any cosmetics on. That is true as there was no change for decades and, even in the years before the change, design was so dated that it stood out from uniforms of other schools. The new set of uniforms have slightly different designs to easily tell which department in Mizuho a person belongs to, and what position they held there. Pleated skirts tells you they are with the academy, pencil skirt for everyone else. Both may have different colour for the top and bottom. For the academy people, rank is based on the pattern of the skirt, with the common tartan for students. For the other group, the darker the skirt colour, the higher the rank.

Guests do not have ranks, but if they are form another branch of a company that does have a branch in Mizuho, the top would look similar to that of the Mizuho branch, but the skirt would be the same as that of a regular guest, which is any random colour and pattern that isn’t being used. For students of other schools, it would be based on that school’s female uniform, but with technologies included with Mizuho uniforms added. In other words, that is also a Mizuho uniform, but customised to look like that of their school’s. For visiting students of boys’ schools, or anyone else, it would be based on any female uniform they have seen that they liked the most, though with slight alteration if it belongs to a school in the same prefecture or a well known one. The easter egg about this is that, if the uniform in question happens to be a Mizuho uniform, the first generation uniform would appear instead. All old and external uniforms are not modified from the original, but because of the evolution, we are forced to shorten the skirt length to at least the longest we could wear. I personally think it is too short, but no one could wear anything else.

The leaders of all sub-departments wore the supervisor uniform that looked like a business formal outfit. However, with the external companies in the campus that reports to headquarters or another branch outside Mizuho, and an unforeseen programming error, one of their employees was automatically assigned the supervisor uniform even though no leaders were assigned to the branch. As mentioned earlier, they can’t wear anything besides what the system assigns them in the campus, even if it is not what they are supposed to be wearing. Embarrassingly, that also includes one of our own staff who works in the branch there. To be fair, that staff does reports to headquarters more than the other staff, due in part of having worked and visited other Hatsuya branches more than the others, and established relations with important people in the company, including the director. Although that staff is a guy, he did not remove the Mizuho uniform that turned him into a woman when reporting to headquarters despite it not a requirement to report in.

The third generation fixes that confusion, and supervisors now have a uniform that looks more like a slight variation of what people in their charge wear, and supervisor-less groups that were previously given supervisor uniform are now given what they were supposed to wear! This was proven to be even more important post-evolution since everyone looks alike with the same age range. To avoid discrimination, a person’s actual age should not be revealed, and instead use their biological age instead. The fourth generation introduce in this period was a revision to address the changes to the human body that the third generation wasn’t designed for, and a slight change of design to tell it apart from earlier generations.

For those curious, the clothes our staff found themselves wearing, for those who did not have clothes meeting the post-evolution requirement, became an unofficial uniform because only staff of our company across all branches specifically have the same unique uniform design that contained a lot of bright colours, primarily white. Unfortunately, we are no longer able to wear the same white coat or safety suits that we wear pre-evolution without redesigning it to be less loose-fitting and no clothing except what we wear at our feet are allowed to cover the rest of the legs. Even we at Hatsuya, and practically everyone who lived long enough to know what pre-evolution was like, found this absurd, but it was either that or not able to wear at all.

In the next document, we shall discuss about architecture, bureaucracy, and the schools in Mizuho academy.

(Author’s note: This report was dated post-evolution, about the same time as events of story 7, Yononaka no Okugi. Details relating to people that were transformed during the first year of evolution were lost, including who the founder was, as they were transformed beyond recognition into a teenage girl with no trace left behind of their former selves, and nobody remember who they were. Subsequent transformations had them retaining their memories and remain with the same family, but failed to prevent other changes. The final wave of the evolution transformed everyone, including those who were transformed in earlier waves, into young women that don’t age that effectively made males extinct, though the final transformation makes up for it by redesigning the reproductive organs. However, the design behind the transformed body assumes that one will never ever see a human male again, but did not take into account what would happen if they were to read up history or look at old pictures. The unmodified female instinct would result in them getting aroused on thinking of men, but with their redesigned bodies, they have no way of calming that feeling down, resulting in that feeling remaining persistent permanently. That feeling gets stronger with each subsequent time they think of men. Those that were men pre-evolution are more easily affected by this, especially when they think of their past self. Officially classified as an incurable disease, but not life threatening. The author and editor of this documentary suffered a permanent huge increase of arousal from frequency of the mention of males. They had to be trained to ignore the feelings midway through and frequent breaks to prevent their feelings from affecting the professionalism of the document.)
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Alternate Dimension special: Riding the Train With Kids (Part 2)

We finally arrived at the station in the capital. The tickets for the kids were enough to cover the whole trip , but not for mine. I alerted the kids about this before we head to the ticket barrier.

Me: “Hold on there! Remember that I bought a ticket that isn’t enough for the trip? Watch what happens when I try to use the ticket, and don’t enter through the ticket barrier before me or I can’t show you something in this paid area.”

I inserted the ticket into the barrier where it closed on me as it makes beeping sounds that were different from the people who managed to go through. There was also a red light, but I’m not sure if the kids could see that. The staff who was at the window between the gates was looking at me.

Me: “And that is what happens. If you were to look over there, there is a machine similar to where we bought our tickets from, but it is for paying off the difference between what I paid and what I am supposed to be paying. Remember that this is only in Japan. Elsewhere, you definitely should be paying the full fare or a “penalty fee”, which is many times more than what you would have paid for the actual fare.  Later, I will show you a card where you don’t have to keep buying a new ticket or worry about the fare.”

We walked towards the fare adjustment machines. There was a queue, but being spread across different machines means we didn’t need to wait for long. At the machine, I inserted the ticket into the slot, and the fare to pay appears on the screen. (Fare paid and station it was bought at is printed on the ticket itself.) On the machine, arrows indicating for coins, notes, and the cancel button were flashing together at the same time. The kids also noticed that the arrow indicating for the ticket was still flashing despite me having already inserted one, with the size of the slot itself being as wide as a card.

Me: “If you have the ticket I mentioned earlier, you could use that as a way to pay, or use that ticket on this machine when you have insufficient balance. But for now, let’s pay with the cash I have.”

I took out the coins and notes on me, though I put some of those back after realizing that the coins I had already out is more than enough. I don’t know why I carry so much money on me, but with how much money I have, it doesn’t matter if I loose them. Though, I wouldn’t like to loose money at all.

Me: “Now we had broken down the large note, we can use any amount of the smaller denomination coins to pay. Only a maximum of two 500 yen coins could be used, and the 1 and 5 yen coins can’t be used. I would advice you to use as much of the smallest denomination the machine accepts, which is the 10 yen coin, so you would have fewer number of coins on you. Also, psychologically, you would tend to use more of the higher denominated notes where, if you have insufficient of, are likely to use the notes more than the lower denominated coins despite having enough. You can pay more than what they ask you for as. like the ticket machine, would give you change too. Don’t be afraid to use a 10,000 yen note, even if you are just 10 yen short of paying the balance.”

I inserted the coins I have into the coin slot without really paying attention to what denomination they were, stopping only when I see that I had paid enough. The 1 and 5 yen coins the machine doesn’t accept that I had inserted without looking came out immediately at the coin tray meant for giving out change. I did not collect those coins until the machine gave me change for the amount that the machine did accept. At the same time, the machine dispensed a new ticket for only to get out of the paid area of this specific station I am at.

Me: “If the machine breaks down, or if there isn’t a machine like this around, you can approach the staff at that counter between the ticket barriers.”

Now that we are out of the station, the kids got excited to see so many people and tall buildings at a place, with more seemingly further down. We went to eat as we were happy. However, this place is not our final destination, and would have to continue to the subway to get there. The concept is the same, but stations between each other are closer, more likely to be underground, and serve only within the city limits and some areas bordering it.

Of course, we have to eventually make our way back home. They have a curfew set by their parents, but if they are aware that I am with them, that curfew is not in effect with no other restrictions other than, in Kotomi’s words, “make sure they are not sleepy and done their homework if they have school the following day”. What they are unaware of is that I can modify the children’s mind and mood to feel as if they have slept, and do their homework that seem that they did it in an instant.

It’s in the children’s genetics that lets me do this that’s from the result of their mother being modified at birth, which even though the mother doesn’t have it herself, it does affect the children she produces, and the children of those children, and so on… It’s almost like having a virus being spread across generations.

Alternate Dimension special: Riding the Train With Kids (Part 1)

This happened between the birth of Kotomi’s second and third child, so this pre-dates the day when everyone was turned into a young woman. Kotomi had asked me to take care of them for her as if they were mine, but she also told me to make sure that the children would still see her as their mother instead of me. Officially, this was to free up Kotomi’s time for work, but I have a feeling that she does not want to take care of them. Why does she want children if she does not want to take care of them? I think she did say something of having someone to succeed her, but because she is a female, the children has to come from her body, a painful process she does not want to go through again.

At infant stages, children are the most annoying things to take care of, but Kotomi’s children are oddly well behaved and not annoy their parents. They had always been that way since they were born. So much so that doctors thought they were stillborn during their birth. I wonder if Kotomi’s body being modified way back at her own birth had an effect on how her children behaves at behaves. Until she realized this, there was some kind of limiter that prevented her from knowing what her children’s genders are, which also means she can’t see them as nothing more than a fuzzy presence, and any external references to them that are gender-specific seems censored to her, but she seems to know which child in question is being referred to.

Since she can’t tell what her children’s genders are because of this, she assumed the opposite of what they actually are, and all attempts to correct her have failed. Kotomi wanted her son to be manly, but since she is persuading this to her daughter instead (she is aware of her mom’s condition through me), the daughter ignores her mother, and gives away any men-only things she receives, though that alone has made her less feminine than other girls. Borderline tomboyish, but with the strong female influence in the family (including her brother’s behaviour and her father frequently turning into a woman for work), did not go too far in that direction as the male influence is weak.

On the other hand, the son accepts everything he gets from her, including the feminine clothes she gave him. Even Kotomi herself treated him like a girl and teach him things that are commonly associated as “girl’s things”. You should look at her reaction when she realized that she has been treating the very son she wanted to be manly had became too much like a girl that it became a part of his behaviour from teaching him all the girl things from when she couldn’t see his gender: her face had a “what monster have I created?” kind of expression. By this time, it is common to see him in female clothing, even prior to enrolling into Mizuho Academy: it was too late to fix this. It didn’t help that this also happened at a time where a lot of men had already been turned into girls and had become socially acceptable for males to do and wear female things as preparation for the inevitable forced transformation by an unseen force. As me saying this five years after the final transformations, I had to admit that the impact is minimal.

So, to those who are reading this before that happened, you are probably wondering what is my world like? Well, you can say it looks like a yuri (female homosexuality) paradise where there is nothing but beautiful young women that can feel lust when they see each other. They can only love another person more, or simply no change to it: there is simply no concept of hate for post-evolution people. They can now also fall in love with another woman the same way as they would for men.

It may sound like some men’s dreams come true, but the reality is that, with all men extinct, and nobody being able to get older, it is a nightmare for anyone who has lived before the evolution. The concept of family is gone with everyone looking like girls of the same age, and how we reproduce changed completely to adapt to our new single-gender human race. However, as our female instincts has not changed fundamentally with the evolution, we do react when we see males, but the instincts are trying to activate a function in our body that was removed or modified with the evolution, resulting in a “playback loop” as the instinct tries to maintain what we feel while it tries to activate a missing function over and over for infinity. However, when trying a new attempt, it forgets previous attempts and assumes existing feeling as normal feelings that isn’t influenced by the new feeling that is to be introduced. This means what we feel when we see men can’t be stopped, and if we see men again, it would be added on top of what we already feel prior to seeing the image, amplifying the feeling to seemingly no end.

We have evolved to become nothing but beautiful women that can feel lust when we see each other, which itself can drive pre-evolution females that were “straight” to go insane. On top of that, the only moods our body can express are only happy, neutral, and sad: we can’t express anger at all, on top of not being able to express hate mentioned earlier. What has our world become? It’s like someone has poisoned everyone, but there’s no one but nature (and that weird doll I encountered before) that did this to us. I hate to say this, but it seems that our world has turned out this way, permanently, without a way to revert this.

So, let me begin my story here before I get distracted…

*****

It was one of those days where Kotomi and Itsuki were both somehow not at home for days, and the kids are bored at home with nothing interesting to do. We normally go to places by car, but those cars are not available. Then I realized that they had probably not taken the train before. How could I not realize this when I used to take trains a lot myself?

I don’t think the kids have been to the country’s capital before. It can be reached from here via a commuter train, but far enough to not really want to commute there on a daily basis. Well, they eventually have to do it on their own when they go to school.

The nearest station is within walking distance. Fortunately, it is not one of those small or unstaffed stations as those are more complicated to explain, which can confuse a newbie. By that, I mean stations that have an automatic ticket barrier, platforms that aren’t on the ground level, and sufficient shelter from the strong winds during thunderstorms.

[Author’s note: I have written a dedicated page on this blog on how to ride the trains and buses in Japan.]

I have a contactless ticket with me with sufficient value, but since I am showing the kids how to buy them, I shouldn’t this time. Since I am also going to show them what to do if they are at a station further than what the cost of the card would allow, I would buy one of the cheapest tickets.

To determine which ticket to purchase, consult the system map above the ticket machine, with the current station highlighted. The numbers next to the station names are the adult fares per person, with children’s fare being half of that rounded up to the nearest 10 yen. Stations not listed are usually operated by a different operator, or require you to head to the manned counter. The machine accepts cash of all denominations, except the 5 and 1 yen coins and, for older ones, 5000 and 10000 yen notes too. We are located at the edges of that map, with the stations within the capital being in the middle. Although transfers to other lines along the way is required, we don’t have to go through a ticket barrier to get there from another platform.

The order of selecting the fare needing to be purchase doesn’t matter, but on older ticket machines, the money has to be inserted first before the fares that you can afford appears. I gave each them a 10000 yen bill to let them buy for themselves, teaching them how to use it. I advised them to use as much coins from the change as they can for the next purchase if they don’t want having too much coins weighing them down. I let them keep the change.

After the purchase of the tickets, we head up to the platforms. This station has only one line that isn’t a terminal station, so it’s not that hard to figure out. However, if the tracks are in the middle, or transfer to a terminus of a line at a busy station, you have to pay attention to the signs, particularly the latter as they can change. Even at the platform itself, you have to take note what kind of train is arriving: it can be a train that stops at all stations, or an express train that doesn’t. Sometimes a non-service train (like an off-service or freight) or an express train that doesn’t stop at the station could pass by, which can create a turbulence, loud noise, and is dangerous if you stand too close to one of those trains, which would be announced beforehand. Depending on the station itself, a train of a different line or direction could arrive at your platform. There could also be trains of varying number of carriages that are shorter than the platform itself.

The train that arrived stopped has stopped near us, around where the access to the platform is, occupy most of the platform, with most of the gap between the ends of the train and the edge of the platform being at the rear end of the train: furthest away from the entrance. Judging from the crowd that was alighting and waiting to board, it seems that the passenger load is unevenly distributed, with the front being the most crowded, the rear being relatively empty. I think people go to the rear because of the crowd at the front, or were at stations where that part of the train is the most convenient entrance for them. The children got excited when they entered the train, though I could see other passengers being annoyed by the presence of the children.

Then the kids noticed that the train driver and station staff were doing some hand movements while looking around, sometimes appearing to talk to themselves, all of which looked almost like military drills. The daughter noticed that one of the staff press a button at the end of the platform that plays a melody before the door closes. I told her that is the signal to the driver to begin departing, and the music to warn the passengers that the door will close when the music stops.

Then we reach a station where we have to transfer to a different line, which is more crowded. As we alighted, the children thought we had reached the capital because of how long it had taken, but I explained to them that the train line we were on from homey does not go there, but does stop at stations that interchanges with another line that would eventually lead us to the capital. I added that as long as that line we are transferring to is operated by the same operator or by special arrangement, we would not need to buy another ticket. Sometimes, this could mean having to leave a paid area and entering another due to a lack of a paid link between the two, but you should check beforehand to avoid finding out having to buy another ticket. We didn’t have to go through that at any station we transfer at.
As we waited for the next train, Kotomi’s son noticed the “women only” sign along parts of the platform that included where we are. I told him that there are carriages dedicated to women only due to frequent cases of women being inappropriately touched by men, particularly when the train would be crowded. We are currently outside the timings when this would be in effect, so males could go in too. The signs and the interior of the carriage, however, does have that female atmosphere to it. Having fewer men than usual than the other carriages could possibly mean that men could simply be unaware of the timings and just avoided them completely.
(In retrospect, I wonder if entering this women only carriage despite being outside stipulated times was a contributing factor to why Kotomi’s son had developed fememine behaviour.)
The closer we got to the capital, the more dense the buildings get, though the towns in between and places where there are older buildings from a time where the place was less developed still stands in an otherwise developed area confused me. While houses in remote areas of Japan looks a lot better than a wooden house of a developing country, it is easy to tell from the density: single houses that are far apart from each other, to several low-rise buildings together, and then you would notice more buildings that are also getting taller and taller, and grander.

Disorientated Feelings special: College Graduation Trip

My friends and I have planned a trip to head to New York via car as part of the graduation trip. My university is located about 40 km south east from San Fransisco, but New York city, which is on the other side of America, is 5000 km away from here. I’m leaving behind things that I don’t need with a friend, so I had to fly back to California to pick them up before heading back to Japan. It’s hard to book flights due to the unpredictability of the trip that could exceed the original plan by as much as a week or more. I could get a standby ticket if I want to get to the earliest available flight at that time, but only if there are still seats available at the time the regular check-in closes, which, considering that the international airports of California and Japan are major stopover airports, that’s not guaranteed.

For this trip, we would be traveling in two cars. Whose car? Well, from someone who is joining the trip who lives closer to New York than California: one of the few guys who doesn’t keep staring at me during my time in the university. Quite a number of guys who didn’t know I have Itsuki as a boyfriend back in Japan were trying to compete for my attention. Besides taxis, airplanes, and long-distance buses, getting around America without your own transport (car) is very poor.

Most of the people who are coming along for the trip are mostly Caucasian, Hispanic, and African-decent Americans. I stand out because I’m the only Asian in the group, and that there are more males than females on top of that.

The journey was a very long trip: traveling on what seemed like a very long time across the highway covers only about 1000km. This is if the trip was a smooth journey and don’t spend too much time at rest stops and there aren’t any problems with the car.

Except, the car did encounter problems along the trip: the car I was in drove over something somewhere that caused one of the wheels to go flat. Changing of the wheels took a while as the wheels are quite heavy, and the car itself is lacking the tools needed to do so. I wish I could help if only I have the strength to even be able to carry those wheels. Thankfully, since the flat tire is visible by those driving on the road, someone stopped by to help us. That incident alone took up the most part of the day.

At night, we stayed at these motels. It’s basically a no-frills hotel designed for people traveling by car to stay over for the night. We could have chosen someone else to take over to continue driving, but nobody wants to be in the car for the whole day and some roads can be quite dark at night as the streets are not lit in some areas.

After a few days longer than planed, we finally reached New York. I did not take pictures during this trip until I reached New Jersey, which is just right next to New York. I just want the memories of this trip without having the hassle and trouble that is associated with taking pictures. Besides, on this long traveling trip, I wasn’t in the mood to take pictures anyway. Of course, I did send those pictures that I did take to Itsuki.

I had a great time there, but it’s also sad that it is quite likely that this would be the last time I would see them. Being used to seeing them for quite a while, it doesn’t really feel that way until after I had not met them for a long time… feels more like a normal meeting.

Now that the trip has been done with, I should head back to take my stuff back at California and then return to Japan. By plane, of course. When? As soon as possible: I enjoyed the trip so much that I completely forgot about my visa expiring soon. Itsuki already knows that I might come home soon, but not the exact day and time. If I call him on the same day as my flight to Japan taking off, he still has a day to prepare due to the time difference and the traveling time.

Due to the popularity of the flight, I can’t confirm it, or warn Itsuki about it. I have to buy a standby ticket in order to get on the earliest available flight, but I could only get on if someone else on that flight did not turn up, or cancelled their ticket at the last minute. So, the time-frame between confirming the tickets and boarding the plane is quite small. Because of the duration of the flight alone, Itsuki should have at least 12 hours to prepare to pick me up, and the company he works for should know about me and my relationship with him.

Why do I have the feeling that Itsuki would have some surprises for me when I reach home though?

Main storyline: Part 22 | Part 23

594th post – Windows 8 Consumer Preview

Got my hands on the Windows 8 consumer preview. Download time is smoother than expected. Besides opening the Weather app and installing the two apps at the bottom right, this is what you see right after installing. Background colour could be changed from the green seen in the consumer preview.

Like before, you can create an account with a Windows Live account. If you have an Xbox or Hotmail account, you can use that to sign in.

App
All most of the apps you see in the Developer Preview are mostly gone, but it does make up with being able to use the app store that was unavalable in the Developer Preview. Of course, the screenshots you see here are for the Japanese version, so it may be different from what you see here.

Animation, and simentanously viewing weather of other cities, seems to be missing here compared to the Developer preview. It looks weird with that blank area at the far right. My only real complaint here is the units the tempreatures and distances are in. No country outside the US uses those units anymore.

Control Panel and Settings

Apart from some fine-tuning since the Developer Preview, and beign able to pick a different colour scheme, the settings page seem very much the same. Accessing it, however, has changed: it’s located at the bottom of the settings panel where you adjust the volume and stuff.

Language Settings

You can add emoticons too

Sad to say, the option to switch between display languages is not there: just the keyboard layout. This was avalable in Windows 7 Ultimate Edition (the full-featured and most expensive version). However, I hear that there are plans to do that.

Being the Japanese version and having the Japanese keyboard, the Japanese input should be there too. Although there’s a different UI in the metro version, it looks the same as Windows 7 for the desktop mode.

As a test, I installed Google’s IME thing, which I primarily use in Windows 7. Sad to say that it doesn’t work in the metro interface, though it does work in the desktop mode. (It crashed cmd.exe when I tried to use it.)

Other Pre-installed apps
Well, I don’t know if it’s because of the location settings somewhere, or if the server is not working, but these apps don’t work well. Maybe I just don’t have an Xbox to begin with.

What on earth is this?
Conclusion
Well, this isn’t the finalized version, so there do tend to be some bugs and crashes here and there. Some things work on the Desktop mode, but not in the metro version. Although, I haven’t restarted the PC since installing the updates you saw in one of the screenshots above. (@^^)/~~~
From the very start of writing this post to the end, this was written on a computer that was running on battery, and I see that it could run for longer. That does tell you about how energy consumption (which directly affects how long a battery lasts before it needs to be recharged) has been imroved a lot by having apps that are not in use to be in a “frozen” state. It’s like the program has been closed in terms of usage of PC resources, except that it’s not closed.
I’ll use it again at a later time to see if there are hidden things that are yet to be found.

Alternate Dimension: The Other Saeko

[Author’s note: In reference to the Saeko mentioned before Part 35, but takes place just a few years after Part 52, the latest part I had written at the time of writing.]

After we look through some paperwork behind the apartment we are buying at inside the unit in question, I signed the paper that has the names Haneda Keiichi and Haneda Saeko on it. Yes, I am married, with my maiden name being Hisakawa. We took the same train and the same carriage between Kamisugi and Inami (with Katsura in between) since middle school, but never really talked to each other. I have this feeling that he spotted me more often than me spotting me, as though he had predicted that I would take a particular train at a particular time just to look at me. He was so shy that I didn’t notice him until my graduation from Mihara Academy as a student where he confessed to me. In fact, he was on the train that had killed Miyazawa Kotomi and spotted (a clone of) me crying a lot and the only one closest to her body, which might have gave him “confidence to approach and protect me from dangers and comfort my sadness”. The reality is the opposite, which I already saw through him before he said that: he relies on me for a lot of things like being comforted after my in-laws got angry with him, but not the kind who would get into deep debt. People who know me as a popular student at school or people I have met after it was revealed that I am the mysterious founder of the well-known Powell Institute after years of knowing only through electronic means and with no picture of me associated with it, would be hard to seriously have a relationship with due to my “high” status.

Enough about my husband and the name Haneda Saeko I’m called now. The Powell Institute was formed after dad bought a massive piece of land that has a large abandoned mansion that was built long before the city of Kamisugi it now surrounds was even built. Dad registered the company under my name even though I was still in middle school. That’s why I was mostly absent and could only manage through online, which largely explains how my employees didn’t know that I am the youngest in the company as I was able to communicate with them professionally that they think that I am middle-aged. To make sure things are running smoothly, I have examined and laid down rules that would allow me to walk around the facility without revealing my true identity. I would ask a staff to bring me around, but in a way that the staff think that the person who asking to be brought around is a different person than the one who they would bring along. I can’t do this frequently or ask the same person though, so my visit there is usually within the public area. Believe it or not, but during the first few years of its founding, employees would think that I am a lost child and mentions about what they do there from their point of view and mentions useful things that supervisors do that I disapprove of, or how much they liked the campus scenery or the facilities inside the new building.

With the dimension and time viewers that the Hatsuya Institute has invented around the time Mamiko disappeared, I was able to look into the world of the other me my clone originated from. What I discovered shocked me: although everything my parents did was identical right until I was born, which was also at the exact same hospital and time as mine, what followed after that seem to have very extreme differences to how I live just because I was born differently, which had an impact of my parents’ attitude on how they raised me: in that other world, they seemed disappointed and mom spent too much time and money traveling with dad to doctors of many places, and also not being paid for it too. Due to this shortage of money, the me there worked for the Hatsuya Institute after winning a programming competition. Since the me myself (or rather my dad who used my name) was the one who founded the Powell Institute, it obviously doesn’t exist. Since the former has some connections with its counterparts of other time and dimensions, they recognized me before they employ me “again” despite knowing that I founded a major rival company of them. In fact, I didn’t know I was working for it until the me from the other dimension who invaded my body was transferred to a clone of me. It actions seemed to be a part of me, so I was unable to even think that it was doing odd things with my body, though I could remember what it did. When it returned, there was it’s other half that had never left, but it was still in my cloned body with my stuff duplicated there, on top of it being unable to age or die.

Unlike the Mizuho Academy that Mamiko attended between April 2011 and March 2014, there’s no weird restrictions or mind control (though limited to not trespass or break rules) or even transformations involved when compared to the Mihara Academy I attended. There’s a large library at a corner so far from the main entrance, that it is closer to that of an another town than the city it belongs to. That library even looked like it’s located at a corner of a traffic junction there, and there aren’t any fencing or nearby buildings that are part of the Mihara Academy to tell that it’s part of the academy except for a large park with a nice scenery. People easily mistaken for the park and that library to be not be part of the academy as it doesn’t seem like it and there are other libraries, though smaller, at the more centralized areas of the campus. Although there aren’t any specific areas assigned based on academic levels, those of the same type are usually grouped close together.

As time passed as I grew up, my life can seemingly be divided into chapters with little being carried over of my way of life of each (in a good way). This way, I could easily remember roughly where and when things happened or when I met people.

Looking at the photos of me from when I was born to as recent as me with my husband just minutes after we bought the house, I could barely recognize myself in the recent ones because of how beautiful I had become: my mental self image is stuck at what I looked like in middle school and I’m scared to even look at myself. It even seems to have an effect of my communicating with people by them being distracted by my appearance over what I’m talking about. Maybe that was one of the reasons over why I choose not to reveal myself and choose to hide behind the computer at first: I knew my appearance would have a large influence on how people perceive me as and communicate with me.

Before I revealed myself sometime after graduating from college (since there’s no point), how do I know what’s going on in my company without revealing myself, especially when I was in Middle and High school? I know that I shouldn’t trust my employees’ supervisors due to them possibly trying to impress me or covering something up due to my position being the highest in the company. As I was a teenage girl (and not some suspicious old man you see in movies) and analyzing the rules and loopholes, I could simply go around as any other visitor that frequent the place to many of the places on the campus that are open to the public like tours and the garden that surround the buildings. There are also gray areas where there are mostly working areas only, but are not off-limits to the public despite no visitors heading there.

Among my employees who got very friendly with me, but not knowing me as the founder, revealed things that their superiors are not telling me and doing things that I disapprove of. There is a system of people being laid off where a reason has to be stated and be reviewed for several days. The person’s background, behavior, feedback by their colleagues, and possible misunderstanding is also considered. The staff would only be dismissed if there are strong reasons supporting it. I usually don’t intervene in this unless it’s someone I feel shouldn’t be fired, but with the odds are against him. This system was the one that caused me to accidentally reveal my identity: an employee who knew me for seeing me too many times was talking about things that his superiors were covering up stuff from the big boss (me) when one of them overheard the conversation. He soon appeared in the system with “leaking company secrets” as the reason stated and many of the superiors supporting it. (Normal staff could voice out on this, but are usually ignored) I thoughtlessly typed “the girl who the man was leaking information to was me” as the reason not to fire him, as I was too happy and lost in thought about the guy, who is now my husband, proposing to me. This revelation message I typed was spread around rapidly and I could no longer walk around without anyone identifying me as the Powell institute founder, even when out on the streets. I now even have to face the mass media and a sea of people with questions I don’t really want to answer. Another reason why I did not reveal myself when I was still studying.

To make things more complicated, I have to support my other selves from other dimensions who work for the Hatsuya Institute too, especially those who I refer to as Mamiko and Itsuki, and a mutual friend of theirs (Miyazawa Kotomi) who works there too.

Although it seems like a lot of things for most people, I could actually manage all of this and not be stressed somehow. Maybe it’s my husband, maybe I thought myself to see beyond the current situation. I don’t know.

Alternate Dimension: The Other Saeko

[Author’s note: In reference to the Saeko mentioned before Part 35, but takes place just a few years after Part 52, the latest part I had written at the time of writing.]

After we look through some paperwork behind the apartment we are buying at inside the unit in question, I signed the paper that has the names Haneda Keiichi and Haneda Saeko on it. Yes, I am married, with my maiden name being Hisakawa. We took the same train and the same carriage between Kamisugi and Inami (with Katsura in between) since middle school, but never really talked to each other. I have this feeling that he spotted me more often than me spotting me, as though he had predicted that I would take a particular train at a particular time just to look at me. He was so shy that I didn’t notice him until my graduation from Mihara Academy as a student where he confessed to me. In fact, he was on the train that had killed Miyazawa Kotomi and spotted (a clone of) me crying a lot and the only one closest to her body, which might have gave him “confidence to approach and protect me from dangers and comfort my sadness”. The reality is the opposite, which I already saw through him before he said that: he relies on me for a lot of things like being comforted after my in-laws got angry with him, but not the kind who would get into deep debt. People who know me as a popular student at school or people I have met after it was revealed that I am the mysterious founder of the well-known Powell Institute after years of knowing only through electronic means and with no picture of me associated with it, would be hard to seriously have a relationship with due to my “high” status.

Enough about my husband and the name Haneda Saeko I’m called now. The Powell Institute was formed after dad bought a massive piece of land that has a large abandoned mansion that was built long before the city of Kamisugi it now surrounds was even built. Dad registered the company under my name even though I was still in middle school. That’s why I was mostly absent and could only manage through online, which largely explains how my employees didn’t know that I am the youngest in the company as I was able to communicate with them professionally that they think that I am middle-aged. To make sure things are running smoothly, I have examined and laid down rules that would allow me to walk around the facility without revealing my true identity. I would ask a staff to bring me around, but in a way that the staff think that the person who asking to be brought around is a different person than the one who they would bring along. I can’t do this frequently or ask the same person though, so my visit there is usually within the public area. Believe it or not, but during the first few years of its founding, employees would think that I am a lost child and mentions about what they do there from their point of view and mentions useful things that supervisors do that I disapprove of, or how much they liked the campus scenery or the facilities inside the new building.

With the dimension and time viewers that the Hatsuya Institute has invented around the time Mamiko disappeared, I was able to look into the world of the other me my clone originated from. What I discovered shocked me: although everything my parents did was identical right until I was born, which was also at the exact same hospital and time as mine, what followed after that seem to have very extreme differences to how I live just because I was born differently, which had an impact of my parents’ attitude on how they raised me: in that other world, they seemed disappointed and mom spent too much time and money traveling with dad to doctors of many places, and also not being paid for it too. Due to this shortage of money, the me there worked for the Hatsuya Institute after winning a programming competition. Since the me myself (or rather my dad who used my name) was the one who founded the Powell Institute, it obviously doesn’t exist. Since the former has some connections with its counterparts of other time and dimensions, they recognized me before they employ me “again” despite knowing that I founded a major rival company of them. In fact, I didn’t know I was working for it until the me from the other dimension who invaded my body was transferred to a clone of me. It actions seemed to be a part of me, so I was unable to even think that it was doing odd things with my body, though I could remember what it did. When it returned, there was it’s other half that had never left, but it was still in my cloned body with my stuff duplicated there, on top of it being unable to age or die.

Unlike the Mizuho Academy that Mamiko attended between April 2011 and March 2014, there’s no weird restrictions or mind control (though limited to not trespass or break rules) or even transformations involved when compared to the Mihara Academy I attended. There’s a large library at a corner so far from the main entrance, that it is closer to that of an another town than the city it belongs to. That library even looked like it’s located at a corner of a traffic junction there, and there aren’t any fencing or nearby buildings that are part of the Mihara Academy to tell that it’s part of the academy except for a large park with a nice scenery. People easily mistaken for the park and that library to be not be part of the academy as it doesn’t seem like it and there are other libraries, though smaller, at the more centralized areas of the campus. Although there aren’t any specific areas assigned based on academic levels, those of the same type are usually grouped close together.

As time passed as I grew up, my life can seemingly be divided into chapters with little being carried over of my way of life of each (in a good way). This way, I could easily remember roughly where and when things happened or when I met people.

Looking at the photos of me from when I was born to as recent as me with my husband just minutes after we bought the house, I could barely recognize myself in the recent ones because of how beautiful I had become: my mental self image is stuck at what I looked like in middle school and I’m scared to even look at myself. It even seems to have an effect of my communicating with people by them being distracted by my appearance over what I’m talking about. Maybe that was one of the reasons over why I choose not to reveal myself and choose to hide behind the computer at first: I knew my appearance would have a large influence on how people perceive me as and communicate with me.

Before I revealed myself sometime after graduating from college (since there’s no point), how do I know what’s going on in my company without revealing myself, especially when I was in Middle and High school? I know that I shouldn’t trust my employees’ supervisors due to them possibly trying to impress me or covering something up due to my position being the highest in the company. As I was a teenage girl (and not some suspicious old man you see in movies) and analyzing the rules and loopholes, I could simply go around as any other visitor that frequent the place to many of the places on the campus that are open to the public like tours and the garden that surround the buildings. There are also gray areas where there are mostly working areas only, but are not off-limits to the public despite no visitors heading there.

Among my employees who got very friendly with me, but not knowing me as the founder, revealed things that their superiors are not telling me and doing things that I disapprove of. There is a system of people being laid off where a reason has to be stated and be reviewed for several days. The person’s background, behavior, feedback by their colleagues, and possible misunderstanding is also considered. The staff would only be dismissed if there are strong reasons supporting it. I usually don’t intervene in this unless it’s someone I feel shouldn’t be fired, but with the odds are against him. This system was the one that caused me to accidentally reveal my identity: an employee who knew me for seeing me too many times was talking about things that his superiors were covering up stuff from the big boss (me) when one of them overheard the conversation. He soon appeared in the system with “leaking company secrets” as the reason stated and many of the superiors supporting it. (Normal staff could voice out on this, but are usually ignored) I thoughtlessly typed “the girl who the man was leaking information to was me” as the reason not to fire him, as I was too happy and lost in thought about the guy, who is now my husband, proposing to me. This revelation message I typed was spread around rapidly and I could no longer walk around without anyone identifying me as the Powell institute founder, even when out on the streets. I now even have to face the mass media and a sea of people with questions I don’t really want to answer. Another reason why I did not reveal myself when I was still studying.

To make things more complicated, I have to support my other selves from other dimensions who work for the Hatsuya Institute too, especially those who I refer to as Mamiko and Itsuki, and a mutual friend of theirs (Miyazawa Kotomi) who works there too.

Although it seems like a lot of things for most people, I could actually manage all of this and not be stressed somehow. Maybe it’s my husband, maybe I thought myself to see beyond the current situation. I don’t know.