"Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You"
"Happy Birthday, Mr. Teironley"
"Stop, stop that nickname because it hurts. Or Deer Taylor would be fine. Goro or to my heart!?
"I also have a free will."
"Oh, what is it? I'm sweating out of my eyes."
"Is that a tear, Mr. Taylor? No, I seem like a sinful woman."
Two voices echoing the narrow control room. Behind that atmosphere, which seemingly could also be taken in serenity, Taro felt his hands tremble due to tension.
"Well, don't be an idiot. Check again. What about the overdrive device?
"No System Issues (Green)"
"Battery level"
"Green"
"Aiming, and Securing Phase Destinations"
"Green Together"
"Shield. This guy's fine as a minimum"
"Green. It's system all green, Mr. Taylor. It's the fifth time. Why don't you decide to come and go?
Taro roars at Xiao Mei's words. When he activated BISHOP with his blood-running eyes, he went back into checking the spacecraft's fine system.
"'Cause hey, one chance. If you fail, it's over, right? That's what this past year's efforts have become, and we're going to die slowly."
"Mr. Taylor, if I may say so, I can live semi-permanently on solar charges."
"No, no, Mr. Xiaomei. Let's call it a lottery student. Let's do it."
Taro reaches for Xiaomei, who sways loosely in front of him, as he unfolds the program in a corner of his head.
"Hmm, you're dressed up after all. I wish I had at least some more decent tools."
Taro is two wheels that extend from the round torso of Xiaomei. Rather than, turn the cross stick, twirling it with your fingers.
"As for Xiao Mei, it's helpful enough, Mr. Taylor. At least the plumbing on the ground is gone. This is a big step forward."
Xiao Mei lets the lamp blink, while trying to turn the new leg mounted by Taro. I wasn't somewhat dissatisfied with Taro making the trick and sound every time he poked at the ground, but I didn't seem to mind Xiaomei being AI at all.
"Well, you can make it out of boredom in your spare time... the error check is over. Is this finally settled?
When Taro finishes the error-detection program he has created over the past week, he grows big stretches and falls asleep.
"It's a superimposition, Mr. Taylor. But I've heard that word 142 hours ago. As for Xiaomei, I doubt her credibility."
"Don't say that, Kawaiko. This is my chance to do this once. There's no such thing as being overly discreet. Actually, the first check gave you an error, right?
"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. But doesn't it matter that the bathroom can't be used for an hour due to battery supply bias? Even if it leaks, I wouldn't mind Xiao Mei. Once or twice a week, I just tease you."
"You don't like it too much. It!! Something's so subtly spaced, it comes zubbly around the time I forgot!?
Taro takes a big, deep breath when the penetration hits Xiaomei's round torso. When he fits into the refrigeration unit he was using when he woke up silently, he emits while activating BISHOP.
"What if... what if. If the drive fails and you know there's nothing you can do about it, just freeze me. I'm not prepared to end my life here, and when I find out I'm going to die, I honestly think I can't help but be scared."
Taro pulls out his body and closes his eyes in order to focus on BISHOP.
"... Got it, Mr. Taylor. Probably won't, though. You have BISHOP talent and the construction of the ship went amazingly well. I think you should be confident. If you say so, you're probably a genius."
Xiao Mei, surrounded by the refrigeration unit, occurs that way with the brightness of the lamp. "You just didn't have anything else to do," Taro returns lightly when he waves his head with a bitter laugh.
"Still, Mr. Taylor. Surely you sleep and eat. And... well, other than when you're having a lot of fun. It was unexpected of me to spend all that on designing a ship. But still, the construction period is less than half of what is planned. I'd love to hear it if there's an expression for it in a language other than talent."
"That's a compliment... thanks a lot. I was looking at that!!? I want to die!!
"No, I haven't seen anything, Mr. Taylor. But you seem to prefer a very wide range of genres. That's right, me too."
"Stop!! Something amazing. No more, stop!! No more!! Yes, switch-on!!
When Taro starts the program to half-throw, he sees a group of orders that are executed one after the other behind his tightly crushed eyes.
- "Program Noah Startup" -
- "Battery circuit bypass execution" -
Room lights are dropped and the area is completely enclosed in darkness. The operating sound of all machines, including air conditioning, stops flashing, and only the tiny noise of the tarragon's compatible refrigeration unit remains behind the ear.
- "No attitude control check problem" -
- "No problem securing the landing site space" -
- "Near Target SG-3835 Stargate" -
Just a slight shake I feel on my body. That gets bigger and bigger and eventually becomes like a giant earthquake that rocks the whole room. Taro grabs a piece of a silicone device and eats away his teeth.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!
- "Overdrive activation" -
Moments, high sounds that push through.
Immediate visit, complete silence.
Thousands of function groups, which had been displayed dizzily until earlier, stop their movement perfectly and rest on aligned spaces.
(Am I dead?
Taro thought so at first.
In a world without sound, motion, and even light. It was his partner who had spent the past year together that showed that it was not the post-mortem world.
"Mr. Taylor. Congratulations. The drive went live without a problem."
Terrifying eye-opening Taro. But naturally, the area remains dark.
"............ ha"
"After 2,000 milliseconds of local relative time. We'll be on target in about 15 minutes."
"Yay... Yay!!
"Battery level. Posture control. Life-support devices. None of this is a problem."
"Damn!! I did it, Ola!! You see my strength!! Wow!!
As Taro flies out into the dark, he strikes all over his body but strikes around the ground. Eventually, when his hand touches a sphere that he knows on his own, he mouths it to that lamp that glows blurry in the dark.
"Mm-hmm!! Thanks to you, Xiaomei! Thanks!!
"Mr. Taylor. Xiao Mei is a little over a year old. It's definitely a crime, even if it's roughly against every ordinance in the Galactic Empire, right? You de pervert."
"I don't care if you're perverted or not. Detention center or jail, but the batch is coming. At least there's someone there, isn't there? Hehe, isn't it heaven?"
When Taro thought of the lonely year he had on board, he thought he could put up with any kind of situation now. Xiaomei is the only one who has supported me in my loneliness, but she is AI and not human. I appreciate it to the fullest, but I couldn't be the one to bury it to the deep end of loneliness.
"I don't know what to say first when I see people. First, say hello? Oh, yabe. You have no idea where it is. I wonder if it's all right. Don't they think you're being rude?
While in an exalted mood, Taro deludes himself into a reception with a future man he has yet to see. But as if to bruise him like that, Xiaomei emits in a chilling tone.
"I'm sorry to be so thrilled, Mr. Taylor. We have one problem."
Taro stops the body that was rampaging around perfectly.
"... the problem doesn't seem to be good news, at least."
"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. But this was inevitable. All I can say is coincidence. This ship is not packed with enough scanning (exploration) equipment"
"A lot. Hey, Xiaomei. Scanning, what? A meteorite or something like that?
"It's a denial, Mr. Taylor. A certain meteorite would do it, and the odds of hitting a ship directly are unlikely to be as good as zero going on after a comma as I hate to count."
"And?
"Yes, Mr. Taylor. There is probably a high probability that more than one other ship will be present near the drive landing point. The threat is unknown, but probably not a civilian ship."
"Multiple...... right. It's not a passenger ship.
"Yes, Mr. Taylor. High energy response is continuously detected from the vicinity of the target ship."
A plum that turns around the wheel of the cross and brightens out the lamp.
"The target ship has a good chance, presumably carrying out some kind of combat action"