Monologue. Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
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The perfect being, is it?
In this world, nothing perfect exists.
Though it's so cliche.
It is the truth.
Which is precisely why ordinary men are infatuated with perfection and pursue it.
But I ask...
What is the meaning of being "perfect"?
Nothing.
Not one thing.
I despise "perfection."
If something is perfect there is nothing above it.
There is no room for imagination.
No space for intelligence or ability.
Do you understand?
To men of science like us, perfection is... hopelessness.
Be more wonderful than anything that existed before you, but never perfect.
Scientists must be creatures who always agonize over these conflicting concepts, and search for joy in that.
In other words, the instant you said a crazy word like "perfect," you had already lost to me.
That is, of course, if you are indeed a scientist.
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