I Said Make My Abilities Average!

"This is..."

Lena and the others who came into the room following the mile also stood by when they saw it.

And the explanation of the nanomachine vibrates and transmits the tympanic membrane of the mile.

[To this person, this is how we describe Master Miles.

To make these people and to be descendants of the people. that it is probably the only organism present on this planet at the moment that can be accurately understood about mechanical civilization. And he has some awareness of the 'enemies' and is the one willing to fight them and defend this world, …]

(Oh, my God, yeah!

[It's all true, no lies, no exaggerations, no manipulations, no fraudulent rhetoric, etc.]

(Ugh... Well, that might be...)

Miles, in that respect, admitted honestly.

Human beings in this world will no doubt be descendants of those who were all building prehistoric civilizations. And I knew what the existence of the system here meant, the rift in space at that time and the presence of demons who would have intruded from it, and I wanted to protect people from them were all right. And I didn't think anyone else had an accurate understanding of them.

(But I was wondering if you would honestly believe that?

Would a computer believe such a thing when suddenly they say that, even though there is no evidence whatsoever, and the result of a cold calculation would be everything? It would also be natural for Miles to be so worried. But......

[We provided mile-like genomic information. And he's already done his own Mile-like genomic analysis and done data matching. Nor can we doubt the amount of information Miles possesses because of our presence and our support for Miles]

(Oh, well... So, genomic information is that easy to analyze!

In the scientific power of the planet, it was an endless level of technology.

"Ma, Miles, what's wrong with you!

The scavengers that have guided us so far are stationary on the wall.

And Miles normally goes on talking to the nanomachine, but to the Lena and the others, Miles just seems to stand there in silence. So we had to rely on miles because we had no idea what was going on.

But even as miles, we just have to move on via the nanomachine, and even if it's up to the Lena and the others, we can't move on.

So I took a few steps forward and gently pressed my index finger as I reached my right hand toward the body of what the nanomachine called the 'Resource saving type autonomous simplified defense mechanism management system aid, third backup system'.

"Please don't talk to me for a while, as I will try to communicate with the Golem's best friend…"

"Huh?... Yeah, yeah, okay..."

Totally demarcating, but with that said with a serious look, as a Lena, I had to answer that. And Miles, no more interference from the Lenas, concentrated on conversations with the nanomachines.

(... So, after all, this is a relic of ancient civilization, and the Golem is part of the defense system, huh? It is a resource-saving, autonomous, simplified defense mechanism…)

To Miles' question, the nanomachine answered me immediately.

[Yes, the main system stops functioning at all times, and everything, such as subsystems, backup systems, etc., stops functioning. Nowadays, the backup system of the terminal system that manages the segmented individual operations, in addition to the backup system, barely maintains part of the functionality. That too, for a few hundred more years, whether or not to keep it......]

(Hundreds of years? You're still gonna keep it!

miles that I think may be much longer than my life expectancy, but that's because miles think in a human sense of time. For nanomachines that have lived for a long time, or for this terminal device, the time left would be very small.

Miles is unable to have a direct conversation with this terminal device, so in the meantime, he decided to ask the nanomachine to get the information out and briefly summarize it and tell him. And......

[I'm done listening]

(Quick!

It took less than a second to gather information on the nanomachine.

And according to that......

Rift in dimensional space. Massive intrusion of aliens. Destruction and confusion. Collapse. And Escape (Exodus).

Left without abandoning this world, seven wise men.

Super Soldier Plan. One seventh plan. Various other draft plans.

Discovery of mysterious energy sources. A new plan to use it.

... plan name only, details unknown. Whether or not they were adopted and completed.

And built all over the place, defensive base.

A long time had passed, the figure of the people who would only manage it disappeared, and the central system continued to maintain it automatically, but whatever it was for hundreds or thousands of years, the course of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years was too powerful a destructive force.

Even with considerable redundancy, things had something called limits.

And it's all doomed, and now, here again, one terminal system is about to come to an end...

(Huh? Who's the intruder? What happened to all the different plans? What happened to the janitors?

[Lots of missing parts of memory...... Besides, this system is not an information hub or anything in the first place. It is merely a resource saving type autonomous simplified defense mechanism management system aid, a third backup system….

Again, perhaps, on the verge of the superior system stopping functioning, it sent in the information it deemed necessary. Because it does not appear to me to be the information necessary for the original mandate of this device…]

If you ask me, you are absolutely right. I don't think the guards need to know about the company's management policies or confidential information.

[Still, because this terminal barely maintains some functionality here, it would have been able to manage the resource-saving type autonomous simplified defense mechanism, or 'golem' where the Miles are told, and would have given instructions to suppress attacks against the humans or to rid them of monsters of great danger, unless they intended direct harm to this place.

And after this terminal stops functioning, as with other Golem habitats, there will continue to be simple actions by the remaining Golems and Scavengers that simply adhere to the last instructions received.

Depletion of restorative equipment and materials, raids by humans and demons and other organisms, devastation for any reason, including natural disasters and crust fluctuations, until the date when all their functions are lost…]

Is it a tragedy to celebrate that day?

Or is that, for these machines that have lost the Lord, a long awaited day of rest......

(... any repairs? How come you don't fix your device properly when you have a scavenger that can fix the golem or yourself? Maybe with a superior system that has stopped functioning......)

Miles of questions were answered by nanomachines.

[Authority appears to be greatly restricted. To the extent that autonomous machines can act, the conditions under which they can relate to intelligent life forms, and even within this facility, nothing more than the powers conferred on each of them may be done at will unless directed by a superior system, or an administrator, …]

(Oh, well... If a better mechanical intelligence body than a human starts to freely flaunt itself at its own discretion, will it be a big deal? So you're saying you should keep your authority very restricted, and when you need it, the one above should direct it?

... but if all those 'people up there' and the superior systems are gone...)

[So you can't use materials from departments outside your jurisdiction on your own, there are limited resources available within the permitted scope of action, and gradually the repair parts were depleted, and it was this terminal device that remained until the end by co-food maintenance and the use of poor alternative parts]

…………

That I have no choice.

Whatever is shaped, it always breaks. Anomalies. The lives of men, again, are the same.

The mechanical intelligence body, which seems to have eternal life, is also just a flash of spark, from the way it has been for a long time.

(Fifty years of human life, if you crumble within the lower heavens, it will be like a dream...)

Unexpectedly, I groaned so in my heart, Miles.

By "human fifty years" we do not mean that human life expectancy is only fifty years.

Not "human", but "human".

In other words, even if it is fifty years in the human world, it is only one day and one night in Lower Heaven, one of the heavenly worlds. What is meant by "hachi"?

There's nothing I can do.

The orphans will also be nestled in adulthood by the time this device reaches its end.

... nothing wrong.

All you have to do is shut up and withdraw. It's just that.

That's what I thought, when Miles tried to gently take his finger off the device...

[I hear this device is asking you to do something for Miles]

"Huh?"

Miles unexpectedly voiced by the words of a nanomachine that shook me too much.

(Hey, what do you want?

[Yes, I would like to take over my authority as an 'administrator' and ask for instructions from Miles, the descendants of the people who are the creators of these people...]

"Yep, yep, yep!!