Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"... you know what? Looks like you can login ~"

"Well, they're completely different sizes, but after all, that's a macrophage...... I mean, I put out the monitor because of it, but I don't use it..."

"Uh-huh. I just had a good monitor in front of me ~"

and Cortex, speaking, sat in the navigator seat, which had been transformed into his favorite seating position (position). There are some holographic monitors floating there...... Looks like she decided to use one of them as a console to access macrophages.

"Uh?... I see ~. Again, it looks like Macrophage herself ~. We're even with the version of OS," Katakata.

"I don't know... it feels like a big old computer, huh?

"You don't need extra information or anything, as long as you can exchange even the least amount of information ~"

The screen that the Cortexes were looking at was a very simple one, with only white letters floating on a black background. There was a list of folders and files that would have been stored inside the macrophage, and it seemed to be literally an admin screen for managing the macrophage.

"Well, what shall we do? I don't know if suddenly you mean to send an apoptotic order, because of that, and let's see it on the log ~?

"That's good, right? I wish I could find some tips on why macrophages are here..."

"Uh? System Log, System Log ~..." Tata Tata... Turn

At that moment ——

Dowwww......

—— and flowing, a string in the screen. If the macrophage has not been activated for a while, the log is not that long and the message should be interrupted immediately, but there is no indication at all that the message on the screen will be interrupted...... It seems to have been quite some time since it was activated.

Cortex opened his mouth again as he turned to that massive amount of information.

"... you can't ~. Communication errors, temperature, atmospheric pressure anomalies, they seem to be all natural messages if you're in space."

"You don't have coordinate data or anything?

"It's not like there's a GPS in this world, so it's not equipped with such high-tech features ~?

"Oh yes... (They're applying quantum teleportation, but wouldn't that say high-tech?

"... hey ~? I found one, odd notation ~"

"What? Characterization?

"Is it a file system anomaly ~? The log update time seems to be in the future."

"It's unusual for you to make a bug--"

"Hmm? Is something wrong?

"Yeah? (after all, isn't that unusual...) And by the way, how sloppy are you?

"That's right ~... the logs that are flowing now are about 135 years away. If it's true, it should be in line with Mid-Eden Standard Time ~..."

"Hmm. Then I figured you bugged me when it was copied?

and waltz glancing around as he asks questions, perceiving that those around him have not arrived to talk. Then it was determined that the content was still incomprehensible to the 90% or so who were there, and the object of interest already seemed to have moved to the giant macrophage that was outside.

In doing so, Cortex will proceed with the logging process without responding immediately to Waltz's query…. In that case ——

"... that's... impossible..."

—— Again, her character changed (?).

"What? What? Not the future this time, but the log data from the past?

"No ~, I'm certainly talking about logs, but I'm not talking about update times, they're abnormal sizes ~. I'm still set to log about 50 bytes once every 10 seconds, but that's what's going on ~ …"

"Maybe the settings are bugged, update in a picosecond or something? Well, I don't think it's possible..."

"I wish that wasn't a joke and it was true ~..."

"What? Don't you dare?

"I thought the logs on record were pretty long and I looked them up, and there were 213GB (gigabytes) of logs alone ~"

"... what? After all, isn't it a bug? It..."

"I hope so, but if this were normal data ~..."

And it was when Cortex said so.

'... sister. Can I have a word?'

"I need to talk..."

The Energy Sisters interrupt the Waltz conversation.

"Hmm? Something wrong? Ah... you have no idea what we're talking about... I'm sorry? I'll elaborate later --"

"Yeah."

"Not..."

"Looking Overheated"

""... eh?

At that moment ——

Dgowwwwww!!

—— and the explosion sounds heard from nowhere. Now, the place they were in was the universe, so there was no air outside, and no sound was supposed to come from the outside.

Still, the sound came through ——

"Something broken on board?!

—— Somewhere on the ship of energy, something blows up, would you say?