A bright white space, where a group of colorful functions emerge, based on blue. There were countless beings around them who were themselves and not themselves, each of them engaged in some kind of work. Of course, everything about the work and the results was well understood. Because you are who you are and you are not who you are after all.
"I miss you..."
Taro looked familiar with the situation he was currently in. In the Enzio War, the same condition prevailed when a large number of live ammunition weapons were manipulated.
"You don't even talk long ago about nostalgia. Look, let's do this."
The self beside me starts walking towards the black mass you see behind the space. When Taro returned it to him, he walked out with himself.
"Are you ready?
"Leave it to me. Just like that."
"What do you want me to do with that? Aren't you an idiot?
"I can't do that. Do it with the will to die."
As I walk away, countless myself gather to see where the hell I've sprung from. Taro was in the lead, but didn't have to look back to figure out what was going on behind him. If you want a perspective from behind, you just need to request that information. Will there be hundreds of people in all?
"Damn..."
"You can't. Seriously."
"Looks like you're still gonna grow up."
"... you can't stay like this"
Taro and ourselves got sick of the enormity of it when we stopped right near the chunk. The information sent by Shinobi's neural net on the spot was enormous and visualized, which seemed a lot bigger than Plum, a cruiser.
"Let's make a start situation. Take a vote."
"Agree," "Agree," "Disagree. It's impossible." "Agreed."
Now more than a thousand of us have spoken to each of them about their acceptability, and it was immediately passed. As several people walked out toward the mass, they began to search for information as intricately intertwined as a cable monster created by an old computer.
"I have pretty accurate information as of 12 hours after the start of the fight."
That's what happens to one of you, and the information goes to everyone instantly. That was the result of multiple scans monitored by the battleship and station scanners, and the missing information could be compensated for from another piece of data.
"Approximately 99.994% agree. No, it's too outrageous."
"Collect more data. Go back and forth for eight hours and wash out the interrelationship of information."
"Increase your accuracy. At least aim for eleven nines."
The ship was not the only one drifting on the battlefield, but had various elements such as debris, gas and electromagnetic waves. Many of them were to a good extent ignored, but many were not. Nearly 100,000 debris alone could affect escape pods and some movement, which increased acceleratively over time. If one ship blows up, that alone will create millions of debris.
"We got the information from the station's environmental records. Light it up."
"99.99999999282% match. It's a pass line."
We got the same level of accuracy in eight hours.
"All right, start the simulation. Move on with your time."
The decree of someone among us started a simulation that reproduced a simplified battlefield. By analogy, super precision tactical screens filled the ceiling with information.
"... simulation eight hours have passed. Start reconciliation"
We will carefully calculate whether there are any errors by comparing the information 12 hours after the start of the fight with the information as of 8 hours after that. If there is a mistake, there is a mistake in various parameters, calculation methods, or something that is not in the data.
"This is crazy. The orbit of the unleashed beam of Wind 366 is off."
"It should go right more if it's supposed to... the effects of radiation?
"There's plenty more. Start over!!
"Fuck you!! This is impossible!!
Draw on the possible possibilities and add that to the information as a modification. The simulator repeatedly comes and goes on the time axis, eventually gradually but closer to the correct shape.
"All we need is 170 hours of data from the start of the fight. We're not gonna make it at this pace."
"We need more biological circuits. Sleeping people up."
"It exceeds the standard of stable operation. We need to disarm the safety."
"Request cancellation. Vote."
"No," "yes," "no," "no," "no," "no. No precedent", "no", "no. Too dangerous," "Disagree," "Disagree"
A vote by hundreds of people immediately dismisses the proposal. Taro gazed at it and said, "Wait a minute!!" He shouted out loud.
"I order this as an archetype. Achieving simulation now, and rescuing Marr, shall be recognized as a top priority issue, and any other priority shall be lowered by one step. Release the safety!
Words that came out of my mouth. Taro said, "What is an archetype?" Even though I wondered, I recognized that there should be no mistake in the words I uttered.
"... disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm, disarm!" "Release!
One voice after another rises from the perimeter, and everyone's gaze gathers up. As always, that was an area where BISHOP system messages were displayed.
- "Safety-release request… accepted" -
- "Neuron Optimization Ready" -
- "Warning. Serious errors may occur." -
- "Neural Amplifier Forced Connection" -
Computer space vibrates violently, and shockwaves without reality rush around the perimeter. The air, which should not exist, transmitted a shock wave, and Taro desperately stepped on his body, which was about to be flown. The sky is dyed red, and waves of information are hitting the ground with a solution in the form of a spark.
- "Multicore accelerator activation" -
The secret program runs and the tranquility returns around. When Taro, who felt uncomfortable with his body, looked down, he could see his own body glowing white. That would have been a normal, screaming anomaly, but now I could accept it without any doubt.
"Resume simulation... All personnel, calculate."
When Taro said so, he blurred his eyes as his radiant body became clearer. With a strange floating sensation, I feel myself melting away. Including the new self created by the unsafety, the 4,000 self around became a sphere of light and eventually merged.
There is only one thing left of waning consciousness.
Calculate! Calculate! Calculate!
When Plum's hull suddenly began to swirl, Xiaomei's quantum circuit was filled with the word stunning. The logic circuits provided for her quantum circuits, the emotional circuits, and even the integrated arithmetic circuits had begun to come up with the solution that everything was an amazing matter.
"Has it been completed yet? Mr. Taylor."
Xiaomei glanced at Taro, who sat on the seat, but never heard back.
There was blood paste creeping all over his face, and Xiaomei carefully muddled them, but could not take them all. It's a tragic condition that doesn't even look dead at first glance, but the spasmodic eyelids were telling the story of the intense activity of his brain. I just can't stop bleeding out of my ears and nose.
".................. that's a little noisy out there. I'm going to see what's going on in the engine room. Miss Etta, please wait here."
Xiaomei, who found something abnormal from the engine to the cargo hold, said so and left the bridge behind. I left the automatic medical device at Taro's place, so it was decided that it would be okay as long as there was nothing like it. The infusion for blood transfusion had already been stabbed, and it should be noted that it was around asphyxiation. But even that, basically, can be handled with an automatic medical device.
"I don't even know what's going on with my brain...... Hmm. But what the hell is this..."
Xiao Mei looks at the desolate situation around the cargo compartment and whines without changing one expression. The inner walls were heavily removed, and the internal wiring and machinery were uneven. And they were also uniformly disassembled, with cluttered parts scattered narrowly on the ground.
"Not from the outside... is it Mr. Taylor's fault"
When he took one of the beautifully disassembled machines, Xiaomei leaned her neck and squealed. Her quantum brain was high-performance, but clearly lacked enough information to get an idea of what was going on.
"Oh?"
Xiaomei followed the motion sensors in her body and turned her face back. Then there, he probably used a hauling cart, where an undressed robot from an incoming collection with four wheels was picking up parts of the ground using an arm made of braided wire.
"This is interesting. There wasn't supposed to be any robots like this on board."
When Xiaomei said so, he followed the robot who quickly scratched the parts. If it had been BISHOP, we would have been able to gather all kinds of information by peeking at the hull data, but now unfortunately, all of BISHOP's communication bandwidth was occupied by Taro.
"Are you one of them... I wish I could help you with something"
I followed the robot, and there were countless robots moving around in the cargo compartment called Cargo 6, each of them engaged in some sort of work. An object that strips the inner wall. A collection of parts. An object that assembles something with the collected material. They also seemed to keep themselves up to date. One robot had a new arm and was starting to work more efficiently with more hands.
"............ I see. Surely he had that knowledge, and this ship was originally created for those purposes. I was going to learn a little bit about Mr. Taylor, but apparently it was thoughtful."
Xiaomei said so with a deep sigh when he looked at the use of the machine being assembled by the robots.
A distorted machine, made of a stopover collection.
Large capsules and countless tubes. And various medical devices.
That looked just like a frozen sleep device.