Going Into the World!

He promised to speed up robot production for rapid deployment and stability in Iraq and Afghanistan. Although robots are expensive, they are economical in the United States military, where maintenance costs per soldier, combined with labor costs and all-time medical expenses and support costs, are low.

And most of all, they are Americans who are sensitive to the lives of their citizens, so the military is somehow trying to reduce its activities in dangerous areas.

While I was in Washington, I met General Schwartz and some of my closest friends, and it's been a while since I've seen one or two of them, and it's been a week.

"Are these the people?"

I took a look at the report Director Crimson brought and asked him a question. The report is a list of people who were talking a lot about what I was doing while I was in Korea, and the data that investigated the trail.

"That's right. Funny puppies who don't know what they're doing. I can't believe they're still alive after all that talk... You don't seem to know your personality. Tsk, tsk."

Chief Crimson laughs at his face and clenches his tongue as if he were the same. I don't know if I should laugh because what I do resembles me.

"Why can't I just stay put? If they did it for their country, I'm sure they'd understand, but it looks like they came from somewhere to get food, and they picked the wrong guy."

"Haha. Of course. Sometimes it's a good idea to warn these guys. Since we've put up with it first, it's a perfect demonstration case."

After almost eight years together, I am Chief Crimson who fits my mood well. When you show a demonstration case, it will give you a good explanation and give you a good reason.

"So how do we deal with this?"

This usually also suggests how Director Crimson will do it. He seemed to be worrying about my questions for a while and instead turned against me.

"Do you want to make things easier and better, or do you want to just push it away?

"I mean, I've said a lot of things I hate to say, but it's not like you're gonna cut me off, is it?"

Although I have received the Japanese bishop's bishop and raised my opposition's voice, it has not directly harmed me, but I am too kind to deal with it without warning.

"Then why don't you call them and give them a simple warning? If you still don't listen, you don't have to deal with it. Well, if you call, it'll be hot. Haha."

Chief Crimson smiling, not talking to me. But it seemed like a good way, so I instructed him to call the secretarial office first.

"Hello, are you Congressman Fans?"

[Oh, yeah. Hello, how can you call all of us...]

The first one connected after a while is Republican Senator Mike Fans, who is hammering out an Indian congressman. You seem surprised that I called. But I feel a voice of confusion beyond the phone. I think I got stabbed.

"I know everyone in Washington, but I don't think I've had much contact with Congressman Fang."

[Yes, yes. And that's how it happened.]

I said a few more greetings, but Congressman Fans keeps answering passively. I got to the point because I didn't have anything to say when I was told to say it.

"You don't sound so good about my business, so I called to see if I did something wrong."

I speak softly, quietly, but quietly with a nuance of pressure. My tone is gentle on the outside, but you'll soon learn that I'm sharp on the inside.

[Is it because of that knight you mentioned a long time ago?]

I also know that Congressman Fans was rolling his head, but he quickly came to the point. After the announcement about my business, Congressman Fans gave several interviews about the Johnstone Group's nuclear propulsion submarine business that was not in line with "national interest."

"I'm sure you're familiar with it. You can't keep biting and stretching without a reason. I know a lot about Japanese politicians, but you can't call that" national interest. ""

[What? You're talking too much. And I don't know which country I'm close to and what this has to do with. You're saying you can't argue with yourself in a democracy?]

"Of course, the United States is a liberal democracy. So I'm going to try and respond to Congressman Fang's favor, and see if you've done anything wrong or if you've been stabbed. What's the problem if I get beat up? Hahaha."

At the end of the sentence, a villainous smile appeared, but there was nothing to say. I think it's annoying after waiting a while.

"It was a good call to understand the difference in position. Well, I hope everything's okay."

[Wait, wait, wait! Chairman!]

I tried to hang up on him, and he was a screaming fan. I picked up the phone again and put it in my ear.

"What's the matter? I'm busy, so let me make this simple."

[Chairman, may I see you when I have a moment?]

'Bastard, you're going to bounce like this. You should be glad you're finally repenting. Tsk, tsk.'

I kicked my tongue, grumbling inside. According to an investigation, Congressman Fan's son works as a director in Toshiba, and he also appears to have been to Japan several times. After all this time, I tried to talk to him, but I had to catch a bag.

I'm already good at public opinion. I can steam one of these things even if I don't have it, but it came out of the dust. I'm going to eat it lying down. I tried to take it easy because I didn't have to get stabbed. Lucky bastard.

Congressman Fan will fly all the way here to LA to see me. I hung up and said yes.

"Chairman, will you come to see me?"

Chief Crimson was waiting next door while he was on the phone. I heard some, but brought it back again.

"Well, I guess I was just worried about hanging up."

"Congressman Fans is not an idiot, but he must have woken up. We don't know what kind of support they're getting, but we can't lose to the chairman unless we give up the congressman."

"Tsk, am I so infamous?"

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it?"

"There used to be a saying that it's hard to politically hate Jews, but nowadays there's a rumor that it hasn't changed to 'Johnstone.' Hahaha."

"Huh? Have there been rumors like that?"

"Huh? You didn't know? I've heard so much."

Director Crimson looks at me confused. I've never really heard of it, but I've heard rumors I don't know. I guess people didn't tell me the main character of the rumor. Ugh...

"Who's next, anyway?"

"Yes, this time Jim Basis, governor of Nevada."

"Who's next?"

"Yes, this is Gus Billie, a member of the Florida State Senate."

"What about this time?"

"Frank Iller, North Carolina."

I called Chief Crimson on on the phone to speak kindly. Whether the rumors are true or not, as Director Crimson said, my attitude changes as soon as I say that I'm going to "miss" the movement because I feel bad.

"Those who only care about their own interests are more disturbed. But they want to be forgiven for their sins, so let's shut them up. Do people hate sin?"

"I see. Chairman. Hahaha!"

Chief Crimson laughs at my jokes. It must have been really fun.

"Do you have a different patriot? The Johnstone Group sweeps away the world's talent and advances its technology. It also acts as a shield against cutting-edge technology leaking into China. And how many jobs are there in the country?"

This is not an empty statement, but I am too helpful to the United States. I pride myself on being ahead of the United States in the Internet and the world's most cutting-edge technologies, and my contribution is immense.

"Of course. They're awake now, too, so there won't be any more unsubstantiated knights." I'll take care of the rest. "

I've simply cleaned up the visible kin, and the United States of America is spread to all sizes.

'If you sharpen one by one, won't it disappear someday? Hehe.'

I'm all alone again. I feel like this is getting more and more confusing.

Jubbuck, Jubbuck,

I'm walking down the hall with the guards.

"Where else is this guy hiding?"

Suddenly, I think of Thomas, and I enter the Johnstone Techno Center. I've been so busy lately that I forgot, but I haven't seen this guy in four months.

Four months.

It was the longest I had seen since I met him in the first grade of college. But this time, I couldn't pay attention because I was in Korea for too long.

Thomas never contacted me again about what he was making in the corner. I heard you're making a camera. I wonder what camera is hiding this guy.

"Sir, Chief Thomas is in Saturn Room 3.

"Really? Take me there."

The receptionist lady at the lab hurriedly searched the hydrogen gate for her location. Saturn, one of the labs named after the planet, is remembered to be the place where Saturn makes equipment for Saturn.

"Tsk, tsk, are you Fabric? Why do you have pictures of insects?"

When he entered Saturn 3, there was a picture of a hornet on the wall, and his eyes were enlarged, so this is not a cartoon, but it looks like it. Suddenly, I remembered the Fabre insect I saw when I was a kid.

"Huh, huh? It's been a long time."

Thomas, who was working on something on the computer, was surprised to see me. Surprise, gladness, and worry come from that voice.

"Hey, I didn't come here to nag, I just wanted to see you for a long time. Haven't you heard from Hagilet in all these years?"

"I was just... making something. That picture I stumbled upon while I was observing bees and came up with something."

Thomas explains his research, which suggests that I'm obstructing him by focusing on something. My eyes keep turning to the computer, but my mind is somewhere else.

"What are you talking about? You're making satellite cameras look like insect eyes? So what's so great about it?"

I once again did not understand. Thomas scratches his head in an awkward manner and calls the lab staff on one side.

"Sir, this is a new concept satellite camera called Moyers. MOIRE stands for" The Membrane Optical Imager for RealTime Exploitation. "Here's a picture."

According to the description, insects like bees and flies have overlapping eyes and eyes unlike humans. Here, one small eyeball is composed of tens of millions of complex structures to form one lens.

One of the advantages of this layer of eye is that it can detect even very small movements. After the tens of thousands of layers are projected into each layer of eye, pieces are gathered through the optic nerve to form a picture. It is brought together by maximizing the function of these eyes.

"So this one has tens of thousands of other cameras? Of course, the area you can cover must be huge."

"Haha. We're still doing a hundred experiments, but this can be increased to 10,000, 10,000, at a cost. because it has a similar structure."

That's a hell of a camera. Raise one and I'll cover one country well enough. I think it would be a great help to the information society I seek.

"Nelson, show John the simulation."

Thomas asks you to show the video to the staff as if it were a door. Soon, after setting something up, a screen will appear.

In the image, a rounded object, called a camera organ, gradually rises above the satellite's head. After a while, the stopped object slowly expands and becomes like a large circular umbrella.

"Phew, how many circles are in there?

The fully extended circular remote camera device has another retina like camera in it, which looks like it has drawn a small circle in a large circle. However, it looked silly because it was thin, but it wasn't.

The magnified circle camera will soon be monitoring the Earth... although this is a video, I can see all of America at once.

"If you raise the mower to its maximum, you can observe 40% of the surface in real time. I couldn't help but notice the angle was off."

"What?!! You can observe 40% of the planet?"

My voice rises from the sound of banging at the top of my head while I sleep. Looking at Thomas with those crazy eyes, huh? I'm not joking with his face.

"30% is sufficient to maintain an adequate image resolution. And this has the advantage that even if you look at a large area, the image is clear. It looks like each camera has the clarity to take the image, but it can cover a large area."

"Shit... he's a real piece of work, isn't he? '

I thought it was nonsense, but when I heard the explanation, it was just an innovation from a new idea. When you ask Thomas when he can launch it on his satellite, he says he can do it by the end of the year if I give him the support he needs.

If I shoot one of these next year... 30% of the planet will be in my hands? Huh-huh-huh.

Artwork Reviews

I've gathered and posted satellite imagery in the Settings box. This satellite camera, which was announced last year, says it's already done a technical experiment.

As the text says, we have 40 percent of the Earth's surface, which is the maximum angle allowed, depending on how many eyes we have in a giant camera frame.

After the close call... it got worse. (?)...