The chair was Sugimoto’s true masterpiece. It could not only record sensation but amplify it, feeding back loops of pleasure, fear, submission—any frequency the wearer produced. He called it “Lecherous Treatment” in his private notes, a phrase he typed with clinical detachment.
But Dr. Sugimoto had other plans.
Dr. Sugimoto was a genius of neural mapping, a man who had spent three decades refining a device called the Synchro-Lens. The Lens could record sensory experience directly from a person’s nervous system and replay it in another subject’s brain. His peers called it the “empathy machine.” They envisioned it curing trauma, bridging political divides, teaching compassion. The chair was Sugimoto’s true masterpiece
The next morning, a graduate student found Dr. Sugimoto in the padded chair, the cranial cap still humming. His eyes were open. His expression was blank—not peaceful, not pained. Simply empty , as if someone had erased every sensation he had ever stolen. But Dr
He repeated the process. Each victim was a new instrument, each terror a new symphony. He became connoisseur of suffering. He told himself it was research. He told himself the breakthroughs in anxiety treatment would justify everything. But late at night, he no longer bothered with justifications. He simply put on the headset and swam in other people’s nightmares. Sugimoto was a genius of neural mapping, a