“Research is supposed to elevate life, but life will never express gratitude with cries of sorrow.”
— Anonymous Co-Author, Guild Bylaws, 17th Edition
“If intelligent creatures are advancing on the right path, why do cosmic civilizations come to a standstill?” A group of scholars poses this question to the unchanging stars. In response to the question, the Society's geniuses turn a deaf ear, and the ordinary in the Guild are clueless. Apart from Dr. Primitive, the one who gives them enlightenment, no one can grace them with an answer.
These fervent scholars very quickly find themselves on the opposing side of civilization, voluntarily becoming the stanchest advocates for atavistic experiments. They insist that Erudition had long strayed from the straight and narrow and that regression is the only salvation — Only after severing the withered branches of ignorance can new sapling of knowledge rise from the ruins. They are convinced that any means are necessary in the pursuit of knowledge, recklessly disregarding the fact that these brutal methods have already overstepped the boundaries of science, wholeheartedly throwing themselves into heresies. In the long course of their experimentation, the line between the researcher and the researched also gradually blurs.
There is a tale being told in the universe: Dr. Primitive is an eccentric, never seeking to consort with humanity. But the disturbances wrought in the world by these followers of his were no less significant than their idol. It wasn't until the Rangers shot through a lab's metal door, only to be engulfed by a sea of bananas pouring out, that people finally realized that the organization known as the Source Research Institute had ceased to exist, replaced by a horrific forest that is regressing into the primeval.