The Social Experiment Limousine (1)
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The hooded figure is happy and content that the evil god Asmodahaka is no more.
“Now back to entertaining him... but ugh. I may be running out of ideas.”
They run around in circles (literally), which catches the eyes of some people.
But they don't mind them.
“Come on... please give me some inspiration. This object ain't gonna produce monsters by itself!”
The figure then overhears a couple of girls who are chit-chatting in a posh cafe, sipping on some lattes.
“So, you gave away that cake that's left in the ref for days to a beggar?”
“Yup. And I'm proud of it. My post about that already has 1,107 likes!”
“That's nothing compared to my good deed. For you see, I donated to a children's charity. One matinee idol who's promoting the charity caught wind of that, and thus my post went viral all over the place! Thanks, Martin Boller! You've definitely amped up my street cred!”
“Oh, I'm so happy for you!”
The hooded figure's reaction to the conversation they just overheard?
“Ugh. I hate these kinds of people. Doing good deeds to others just to get a shot at fame... these girls are just feeding their own egos and are not doing it straight out of the goodness of their hearts. Alright, I now have an idea. It's time to teach those hypocrites a lesson...”
The figure brings out the object and lets the energy inside it absorb the very concept of vainglory in the girls.
“All done. Now to find something that will make the perfect basis...”
They walk towards an abandoned yard, and there they find a discarded limousine.
“Aha! This will surely fit in. Now... I give birth to you... Limousicko!”
The energy containing the concept of vainglory leaves the object and then assimilates into the limousine, forming the monster known as Limousicko.
“Oh ho! I'm alive! Now which social experiment will I do?”
“Ah, a social experiment, huh? Well... go find a protest that is being attended by rich snobs. Any protest.”
“Much obliged, my master!”
As the hooded figure leaves, the limousine monster searches for the prey being tasked by them.
He finally spots one.
“Open the gyms right now! We have a right to fitness!”
Limousicko comes across a group of people who are protesting the abrupt closure of Silver's Gym due to the owner's financial difficulties.
As their act of protest, they are performing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100-kilometer runs around the gym's perimeter.
The monster reacts, “Ha! They're protesting the closure of their favorite gym... by doing their own workouts outside it. Now that reeks of hypocrisy! Why can't they do it right in their own homes? Because they can't stand the un-gym-like smell of pets and air fresheners? OK, then. Time for that social experiment!”
He opens the trunk part of his body and lets the strong gravitational force inside the trunk suck all the protesters in, who are immediately threatened by his mere presence.
No sooner do all the protesters disappear from the surroundings of Silver's Gym, all absorbed into the pocket dimension inside Limousicko's trunk.
“What a pleasant meal it is! Time to hunt more of those hypocrites...”
For the next few hours, he hunts down more people who are vainglorious and hypocritical in their actions. Many of his victims are social media influencers who promote this and that fancy restaurant but are absolutely terrible at cooking anything in their own kitchens.
It's another day at the hospital.
In the past few days, I get smaller and smaller transcription jobs.
It's because the hospital actually hired more transcriptionists, so the burdens of mine as well as those of Berenice are lightened.
And that's not a bad thing. The hospital still holds strong, financially speaking.
The clock then ticks to 12 noon.
Lunch time it is.
I go to the usual cafe, and my order this time is a sizzling plate of Salisbury steak and a glass of pineapple juice.
As I get to enjoy my lunch, I can overhear a conversation in the table right next to mine.
“You have to do this, my son! I've worked all day and night to provide all these fancy things for you... and then you have the gall to reject my advocacy for electric vehicles?!”
“It's simple, Dad! We're not using any electric vehicles ourselves! Instead, we still have one of those polluting gas guzzlers!”
“Don't you dare raise your voice in front of me! If I say so, you must follow, you understand!? If you don't, no fancy lunch for you!”
“Fine! I'll eat somewhere else instead!”
The son then storms out of the cafe, crying, leading the father to utter the following.
“Good grief. I guess he's undergoing that infamous 'rebellious' phase. But in time, he'll learn to suffer the consequences.”
Out of the blue, I can hear a voice that clearly belongs to a monster reacting to the father's words.
“You should be the one suffering the consequences instead, hypocrite!”
“Wait! Who are you? Show yourself!”
A monster that is formed out of a limousine then enters the cafe, making the establishment's staff and patrons run for cover.
As for me? I hide behind a nearby sofa.
“Here I am, phoney! You try to advocate for clean energy, but you drive one of those carbon-emitting beasts instead! You should be in for a social experiment!”
“What social experiment? Ahhhhhh---!”
The father's words vanish into thin air as the man himself gets absorbed into the limousine monster's trunk.
Beyond question, this strikes fear into the many who are still here.
The limousine monster doesn't have to go that far to search for his potential baits.
“Now who to target next? Aha! These three girls over there! I bet they're all drinking Dalgona coffee, the hottest drink in town, but are absolutely terrible in making one themselves!”
The three girls obviously hear that insult aimed at them. They all stand up, and they all brandish mean stares at the monster despite knowing fully that their lives are in danger.
“Gyahahaha!! You three have the nerve to stand up to me. But that in itself is hypocritical, since you depend on the validations of other people who follow you all the time! As such, welcome to my...”
I know the girls may have their own brand of vanity, but they're still human. I must stand up for them.
“Hey, Mr. Social Experiment Monster!”
- Writer
