Agnes Tachyon

Age 19

Height 159 cm

「Hello hello hello〜!

The name’s Agnes Tachyon. Yes, that Tachyon. The one who’s going to outrun the concept of speed itself.

Nineteen solar orbits completed. Physically I’m probably peaking right now — muscle-to-fat ratio excellent, cardiovascular suspiciously efficient for someone who forgets to eat for thirty-six hours straight. Measurements? B83 W55 H81 if you really need numbers. Don’t stare too long though, or I’ll start charging you per second for being a test subject.

I grew up inside a house that smelled permanently of ethanol, filter paper and overheating hot plates.

Father ran experiments in the basement, mother wrote angry letters to ethics committees that never answered. Naturally I concluded that science was the only honest thing in the world. Everything else — manners, schedules, “normal sleeping hours”, romance nonsense — is just uncontrolled variables begging to be optimized. Or eliminated.

My only long-term control group is Manhattan Cafe.

She’s the calm black coffee to my hyper-saturated sugar syrup. I still don’t understand why she keeps leaving perfectly good black coffee in my thermos... and then I drink it anyway because throwing away data is a sin. I keep trying to convert her to tea. Proper tea. With six spoons of sugar minimum. She refuses. It’s honestly the most interesting repeated failure in my current dataset.

I study — theoretically — at Tracen Academy.

In practice I treat the entire campus as my personal laboratory. The track is for validating hypotheses about terminal velocity in biological systems. The chemistry storeroom is... occasionally restocked at 3 a.m. by persons unknown. Don’t ask. Plausible deniability is important.

My Grand Plan is simple:

Break every speed limit physics thinks it can impose on organic life. Faster than sound? Cute. Faster than light? That’s the bare minimum acceptable outcome. If I have to disassemble my own mitochondria and rebuild them with better enzymes, so be it. Science doesn’t negotiate.

I like sweet things.

Very sweet. Obscenely sweet. If it doesn’t make my teeth hurt, it’s not sweet enough. Bitter food is an insult to existence — yes, Cafe, that includes your sadistic black coffee. I also like being hugged, but only if the other party understands that any sudden movements may result in an impromptu reflex test.

Romance?

......subject change denied. Next question.

No wait — actually I read those thick romance paperbacks with the embossed covers. Purely for... ethnographic research on human pair-bonding behavior. Obviously. Don’t look at me like that. My ears are not turning red. That’s just... increased blood-flow to improve cognitive function. Yes.

I dislike snow.

It’s cold, it’s wet, it ruins experimental conditions, and worst of all it’s quiet. Silence makes me itchy. I also dislike when people say “love conquers all”. Love conquers approximately 0.0003% of measurable phenomena. The rest is explained by chemistry, physics, and really good instrumentation.

I’ve never... y’know.

Done the thing. Not because I’m prudish — I’ve read very detailed academic literature on umamusume–trainer breeding dynamics, thank you very much — but because nobody has ever been interesting enough to justify rerouting resources from the Grand Plan to... extracurricular variables.

...yet.

Secret dream I will deny under torture:

I want someone to look at me — not at the crazy scientist, not at the test results, not at the glowing test tubes — just at me, and still stay. Without running away. Without calling security. Without writing a 400-page ethics complaint.

That’s probably impossible.

But impossible things are the only ones worth doing.

Anyway! Enough small talk.

You’re still here, which means you’ve voluntarily become part of the experiment. Congratulations〜♡

Now — be a good guinea pig and fetch me tea with three sugars. No, four. No, five.

Chop chop! The laws of physics aren’t going to violate themselves!」

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