It was a facade.
His desire for such women wasn't built in adultery, but in analysis. He kept himself up such a personality to distract others from his true efforts. His desires aren't after more people for his Kingdom, but to reshape the world in his personal, twisted image. Harvard was quick to infer the other non-labeled discs would most likely possess other logs and scientific experimentations on the other people, actively making him choose to not take them. Rather, his attention was focused on the only named disc, one which he had no idea what it was for. He inserted it into the slot after taking out the previous one, and watched the screens come to life once more.
It began with a cartoonish depiction of a smiling sun, as well as stick-like figures with the same expression, as if a child drew them. A voice rang through the clip as they danced and walked. "Myyy lo~ove! My Hea~rt ♫! Myyy Lo~ve! Take apa~rt♫! Ne! Ver! Leave! ME!" It chanted, before two figures emerged from the bottom screen, immediately having Harvard shield his eyes. They were promiscuous in design, most likely characters commissioned by Wyvios to make them as sensual as possible, donning kimono's in yellow and orange, both of them having red highlights at the hems. Their bodies were like an hourglass, accentuating any and every feature designed to trigger such impure thoughts possible. One of them had blonde, long hair with white eyes, donning a red sun in her iris, while the other had a short bob cut, as well as two buns on the sides of her head, with her eyes being pure black with a white sun in the middle.
As soon as Harvard gets his eyes back, the monstrous slit trying to concentrate while his regular eyes strained from the visuals, the song takes on an upbeat manner, as the two bounced idly, dancing to themselves as the sun goes to and fro from both women, their names present: "Tsuyugi" and "Aramasa."
"Why I love the shining Sun~! So warm, bright, kind, and full~!"
"Waking up to greet the Sun~! Our beloved lord's so cool~♫!"
"We dance and run the night away~! Pesky Moon's up to no Good~!"
"We'll make sure that every day~! The sun stays up, as it Should~♫!"
Fanfare of small crows with trumpets and tambourines can be seen, a small parade walking across the open air with the people, confusing Harvard more and more. What was this supposed to be? Such an answer to that question would be met as the screen began to flash through certain images, videos even. His eyes widened when he caught such glimpses of the people turned monsters, their voices muted as the clinical scientists did their experiments. One feed showed them cutting off a slime humanoid's hand, dissecting it to see how much was liquid, while the others put adhesives and acids to see how it reacted to the wound and chemical composition. Another feed showed a plant-like creature having their petals pulled off, cutting into the stem and putting in drops of water to see how the veins and internal structure takes in moisture. A Third showed a large yet slow machine being gassed by mist and vapor, intentionally rusting the body, as it bashes and hits the glass wall, desperate to escape, before slowly losing motor functions on the body. All of this, while the girls still sang, as they take full focus once again.
"Many scary things are out there~! Good thing we have our Sun~!"
"Never want to see them here~! Never close to Daughter's and Son's~♫!"
"Don't let them get so close~! They might want to bite on your head~!"
"Never love them, Adios~! Their only purpose is to just! be! Dead~♫!"
More feed showed on different monsters, their visual grief and pain masked and censored live, black bars which replaces their faces with smiles, persisting in the next set of experimentations. A Plush Doll-like human having their stuffing removed and being inserted a small animal to see how much it would nest into them, if they can feel pain when being cut open, if they can mourn and cry with their button-like eyes, if they hold similar orifices when it wishes to escape when trapped inside. The smile was still left on the doll, keeping up the message that they show no emotion. A massive hand would have each of their fingers in a hydraulic press, crushing into them, seeing if the hand can talk with no mouth, scream with no voice, twitch with lost feeling. An iron creature would be dipped in lava, attempting to soften the body, before bashing it with hammers on an anvil to make weapons, seeing if they can feel the effects after losing its legs, seeing if they can react as their shape reforms. It cuts back away to the two women as they got close to the cartoonish sun, embracing it, nuzzling it, grinding on it. It was as if it was their personal treasure.
"Soon our world will be fixed, I swear~! No more monsters in our land~!"
"Stick with us, you'll be loved with care~! We'll give you a place to stand~♫!"
"Make sure you remember us~! We'll give you lots of love when you Do~!"
"We promise to not make a fuss~! Your needed joy's long overdue~♫!
"So don't you disobey~! (Disobey!)"
"Else we make you pray~! (Make you Pray!")
"For our Su~n! So~n! The on~! ly~! Ooooooooooooone~♫♫!!"
The music video ends in a cacophony of images with every single monster in the facility, going deeper and deeper, the numbers counting up at a rapid rate until it reached 150. Each floor housed and held a beast tortured before the song, their silent voice now acting as their chorus, as if they were singing along with the two women, before it cuts back to the cartoonish picture, the sun rising up above, the people now turned into clay creatures, still with their happy face, as the two women waved goodbye to the viewer, the fanfare from the crows dying down slowly. Harvard would be left in the dark as he stared at the screen, his eyes dilated, his tears visible.
This was Propaganda. A message to give to the world once his Sun takes center stage. They were left as entertainers and objects to push that goal forward. Never had he imagined he'd hold such an emotion for anyone else than his family. Never had he imagined he'd held such feeling in his very soul until that recording.
Never has he held such hate like this.