Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

And that morning.

'If you survive today... you can marry Mr. Victor...!

Among the white and large airships moored on the top floor of the royal castle was the energy that looked like a person.

What she looked like was, among other things, the room directly next to the compartment where the main engine, the nuclear fusion reactor, was located.

There's a cylindrical object made of metal that looks a little blacker than the surrounding parts...

Today, on this day, Iyo, whom she plans to bid farewell to - was the room where the giant turbomolecular pump was sitting.

"... is this really my heart...?

Energy that looks at the pump that was said to be its own core, whilst mouthing it like it was meant for no one else.

A huge turbomolecular pump connected with enough screws to reach 10,000 and dozens of pipes, plus several thick power cables, doesn't seem to be where her mind is, even from her eyes......

It seemed like it was just one of those machines that was commonplace on board.

You know, towards a pump that's supposed to be just a machine.

'... you're okay, aren't you? We're gonna figure this out, right?

Energia seemed worried, muttering such words - at that time.

Gashon!

Opening the automatic door at the entrance to the room, a certain person appeared on the spot.

"Oh, energy? It's rare in here, isn't it?

It is a waltz that has dragged so far using a gravity control system with many thick pipes.

Energia looked at her like that and inquired as if she were a child scared to treat a dentist, horrified or something.

'Oh, sister...... Already...... you start working?

"Yep. First of all, before we start working on the production, we have to disconnect the pump from the system, so it's from the task of making that bypass, right?

'Oh, yeah... Is that... Does that hurt?

"Hmm, maybe it's okay, but if it hurts, tell me it hurts, okay?

'Ugh, yeah......'

and the energy that often comes to mind in dental hospitals with a bewildered look.

I would say no, but her body is made of micromachines, so it may not become cavities.

Seeing such energy, Waltz laughed bitterly while activating the wireless communication system......

I used that to talk to someone who would be at the end of the pipe that I had pulled so far.

"Cortex, can you hear me?

"I can't hear you. ~?

'Well, I'm going to connect the pipe to the primary side now, so when I'm done connecting, can you get me my first exhaust?

"... connect first and then tell me"

"I'm not hearing you properly..."

and a bokeh all over Cortex (?), lightly embellished waltz.

Then she went to the branch with the valve provided in the intake of the turbomolecular pump.

Gacon......

and connecting the pipes pulled from the outside of the hull......

"Whoa."

I put him on the radio again and said so.

Then, right after that.

Dodd dodd dodd...

The low sound and vibration sounds from the other side of the pipe......

After a while, its sound slowly decreases......

A few minutes later, there was no sound at all.

It appears that the air that was in the pipe was sucked out and the sound that was echoing from the external pump was blocked.

Then while doing other work, wait for the high vacuum in the pipe......

Waltz checked with the sensors that were on there to make sure that the barometric pressure was in the desired state, and then asked Energy.

"Now, I'm going to switch the pump path, but really, if it hurts, tell me it hurts, okay? ♪ Kitty

'... hey, sister?

"Hmm? What? ♪ Kitty

"Since before you confirmed my reply... haven't you switched?

"Nah. Don't worry about the details, okay?

"... are you all right... I..."

Energy looking up to heaven with a slightly anxious look on your face whether you're willing or worried about listening to people on Waltz.

Nevertheless, something didn't go wrong either...

Looks like she decided, for now, to see how it goes.

◇

"Exhaust pressure ok, intake pressure ok too, power supply ok, backup system ok, nuclear fusion furnace condition ok....... yeah. All you have to do is pray to God!... maybe."

'I think I heard something very disturbing...'

The plumbing for the bypass is connected, and now in front of a completely stopped pump, the energy gives me a fundamentally worrying look.

If I were to compare her current situation with a human body like that, would I stop her heart and let her live with an artificial cardiopulmonary device, or something like that?

Either way, in all the work we've done so far, there's nothing wrong.

Looks like we're ready to move on to the next phase, as planned.

That's right.

To the stage of replacing the material of the pump with a micromachine......

"Come on, come on..."

"Yeah......"

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your body or something?

'Yeah. So far, so usual, huh? It hurts or something... don't you feel it'

"So, what about itching?

'Yeah. Not at all, no? (Can't itch?

"Then it's good..."

With that said, I just brought it to this room earlier, waltz looking into a tank with ultra-colored liquids.

That was in the tank where the micromachines she had created over a few days......

That material, which was about to be replaced by a turbomolecular pump, had been poured into the crowd.

The micromachines that were in there are now programmed to dissolve the material of the turbomolecular pump little by little and take it into their own bodies….

At the time they finished swallowing all the pumps, if the energy consciousness remained, and yet there was no change in her, the transition work would be a success.

That is, the energy consciousness is synonymous with the transfer to the micromachine with the material of the pump.

And.

Finally, the time has come.

"Is your mind ready?

'... sooo... hah... yeah. Fine?'

"Well, then we're going, right?

Waltz said so, sending the micromachines a command to start work on the radio...

Using a gravity control system, put them on top of a turbomolecular pump.

Dosha!

And it swung all at once......