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A Certain Scientific Railgun is written by Kazuma Kamachi and illustrated by Motoi Fuyukawa.
No financial gain for myself is produced as a result of this work.
A Set Of Certain Scientific... Mishaps?
Chapter One
For the being known as Misaka 10032, the day had started out as any other. Now, it must be said that a typical day in her life looked considerably different from that of the average citizen. Being the ten thousand thirty second clone of Mikoto Misaka with no worldly possessions tended to have that sort of effect. Being bred solely for the purpose of being led to slaughter in the name of science could also be considered to affect one’s self.
However, none of this even remotely came close to crossing the mind of the clone. Rather, she was preoccupied by something completely different. Something so unusual it would never occur to anyone else. None other than the most curious of things. You see, dear reader, the clone had discovered the rather unorthodox practice of turning the most unassuming of everyday items into cake. Suffice it to say, she had become quite enamoured with it.
In the hour since she had made the discovery, not only had the clone managed to beg- I mean, convince, the agent assigned to her to provide her with the funds needed to buy the ingredients, she had also managed to create a cake that resembled perhaps the one item in her environment that should have never been made into cake; the toilet plunger. Yes, the clone had determined that this was the best item to emulate for her first cake.
After perfecting her first, ahem, masterpiece, the clone had decided to allow the rest of her sister clones to enjoy the practice. So, to that end, she naturally flooded the information over the network shared between all the clones. At this point, dear reader, you should have a good idea of what happened next.
Mikoto Misaka calmly strolled along the sidewalk, cars and other traffic flowing on by on the road next to her. She was currently on her way to visit the eldest of her clones, as strange as that sentence may sound. It had been a while since her last visit, and she hoped the girl was doing alright. As she approached the hospital where four of her ‘sisters’ were staying, she noticed something extraordinary when she reached for the doorhandle to pull the door open. Instead of allowing her to open the door, the handle simply folded like wax. Pausing momentarily to process what has just happened, Mikoto started upon noticing her hand was now covered in... cake? Cake with icing that was suspiciously the same shade and texture as the door handle. Slowly, the girl looked up to find that she had pulled half of the door off as well, being as it was also made out of cake.
Now more than sufficiently perplexed, Mikoto stepped inside the building, pushing the remains of the cake-door out of her way as she did so. She ignored the loud splat the mass of confectionery made as it hit the ground, instead opting to find to the head physician, or perhaps the facilities manager. Even an administrator would do. They should really be informed of the fact that somebody had replaced one of their doors with cake.
As she made her way through the building, Mikoto was stupefied to find that most of the objects in the building were now made out of cake. Everything from the signs on the walls and suspended from the ceiling, to the trash bins and the various pamphlets available on different medical issues, and in between.
Five minutes in, she caught sight of the person she had come to meet.
“Hey, 10032!”
The girl in question turned at hearing her ‘name’ called, and nodded quickly before responding with her own greeting. As she drew closer, Mikoto elected to make a comment on the strange phenomenon of cake in the hospital.
“Hey, so, do you know what the deal is with all these objects made out of cake? It’s really starting to freak me out.”
The clone nodded quickly before elaborating.
“Ah yes, that. Says Misaka referring to the appropriately named Cake Project. Misaka and the rest of the Network believe that the Project is proceeding as planned. The rest of the hospital should be completed by the day’s end.”
Mikoto blinked. Whatever she had expected the clone to say, it most certainly had not been that.
“Big Sister, come. Misaka urges, grabbing onto Big Sister’s hand and pulling her along. We are needed in the kitchen to help with the cakes. Misaka explains, as she relays what she had heard over the Network.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the Sister began dragging Mikoto behind as she set off at a fast clip. However, Mikoto was not content with the explanation she had been offered. “Cake Project? What? What are you even on about?”
The Sister abruptly stopped before elaborating further. “Earlier today, Misaka 10032 was made aware of the existence of a trend wherein people make everyday items into cake. After developing a prototype, Misaka shared the results with the rest of the Network. Misaka reports that the Network reached a consensus, and thus the Cake Project was put into action. Misaka once again urges Big Sister to follow Misaka to the kitchen to provide aid in the Cake Project.”
Mikoto was struck dumb. It was at times like this when she was reminded how impressionable the Sisters could be. Before she could formulate a response, the clone continued speaking.
“Misaka also wishes to inform Big Sister that after discussing it with the Network earlier today, the Network has agreed to expand the Project beyond the hospital. The Project is now set to encompass all of the city. So, says Misaka, we must hurry to produce the cakes, pulling on Big Sister’s arm once again.”
Mikoto did not budge, however.
“No. This ends now. Where’s Dr. Heaven Canceller, I need to speak with him now.”
She was interrupted as she took in the sheepish look adorning the other girl’s face.
“Misaka reports that the Doctor is unavailable at the moment, as he is with the other staff and objects...”
Mikoto’s eye twitched. “What. Did. You. Do?”
As she took in the sight of the life-sized cake replica of the Doctor, Mikoto turned a deadpan glare onto the clone.
“No. No more cakes. You let everyone out of the storage rooms and put everything else back. Including the patients and medical equipment. Now."
“But, Big Sister! Mi-”
“Now!”