"" Stembay, Stembay...... Okay, that's good. Keep it down. ""
A worker dressed in a space suit leans heavily on his hand to support the car to be put in the garage. Following the thin tape slowly descending toward the planet as he instructed, we were able to identify a huge planet that spread beneath our eyes.
Orbital elevator.
Also known as the Space Elevator, it is a huge facility for traveling between the Earth and the universe, with thin tapes made by braiding carbon nanotubes as columns. It is an unreliable pillar from those who do not know, but it is in fact a very thin tape, drifting loosely through the atmosphere. Even if there is something like a thousand cuts, the air resistance absorbs most of the energy, so it will not be a major accident. It would be enough to make waves to the sea on land.
"" From the control tower to the ground. We've got the ladder down. ""
"" Ground to control tower. I checked this one too. I need you to start stretching the counter. ""
A space station is provided in satellite orbit for hanging columns, and the weight, now called the counter, is stretched in the opposite direction of the columns. Without a thrusted counter, the station would fall to the ground in the form of a pull on the luggage to be lifted. Actions and reactions are established in any situation.
"" Come on, now we'll just wait for the rest. Hopefully the development team will be able to recover the toco funds soon. ""
The construction of orbital elevators will require enormous funding, but the running costs are very low compared to space shuttles and rockets. The risk of accidents is very small, and fuel from various combustion systems is not consumed flashly. Because a container box attached to a column slowly - and still accelerates to hundreds of kilometers per hour - with the force of magnetism, just climbs up.
"Now we have a habitable planet... no, can't we make this one habitable?"
The man looked down at Planet Newk, whining, as he began to turn back to the work ship. It was so huge, and so innocuous.
Approximately two months have passed since Taro successfully liberated the corridor leading to the New York system.
Taro explained to his companions what he meant about the word NASA, which was welcomed with surprise. They went on to investigate New York and looked into the word NASA, and never found its name from a company at least related to New York. On the other hand, multiple identical names were found in the universe, but they were all abbreviations of different words.
"Then you'll need to go downstairs... if it's an underground facility or something, it might stay."
"Underground facility hey... is that worth it?
"I don't know, at least for your grandfather or Taylor. Besides, if you're lucky, there might be plant seeds or something preserved?
"Like rice or sesame seeds? That's quite an anticipation. That's gonna be good business."
Alan and Bella's conversation at a former internal meeting. That might have included a consolation for Taro, but the person at the time wasn't so sure. Although I was flashly upset when I found the letter NASA, I had already assumed that the worst possibility could not be counted. If you look at yourself calmly, your mind is ready.
"I think the funds for the construction of the elevator can be twisted enough out of Enigma's profit. If you keep using it as a development base for the corridor, at least it won't be a complete waste. Even if you didn't get anything from me."
That's what Taro said, and issued a GO sign for the centralized development of the New York system. It was already a matter of decision to establish a base at the inner exit of the corridor, but it was not difficult to do so both externally and externally.
Since the planet Newk would have been difficult to make profits from development, it was only at first that there were no plans to build orbital elevators at all, but the work was thus realized.
"Alpha side, everyone in the universe, check it out!! Exactly now, there is about to be a 400 year old elevator coupling!!
The monitor equipped for the descent boat was able to confirm the appearance of a newscaster that would convey excitement by gesturing. As the caster dressed in the space suit glanced back, the tip portion of the tape, which is brought down straight according to the magnetic guidance, was closed up.
"... hey. This is a recording, right? There's LIVE and stuff out there, but it's not a complete fraud."
"Well, well, you're the guy from the network bureau anyway. I'm only putting in the newscaster's voice right now. Okay, that's what I'm talking about anyway. They don't like it."
Taro looked around the inside of the inorganic descent boat as he allowed Marr to look outraged. The elongated cabin, where the frame was stripped, houses the seats in a relaxed manner with four people: Alan, Marr, Xiaomei and Phantom. Bella, Liza, and Etta were thinking in case and had them stay in space with the fleet.
"Speaking of which, General..."
Alan, with his foot on the joystick, looked back and looked back at his hand.
"It's a Waind base in the corridor, but you had some pretty interesting findings. Did you read that?
To Alan's question, Taro points to his mobile device.
"I read the report from the investigation team properly every time. When I complained that there were too many jargon and I didn't know what it meant, the next day I started putting them together in a simple sentence."
"Ha, that's good. Do you want me to send someone who's put it back together?"
"Do it. Do it. Anyway, they're just delighted with the line of hard words." What do you think, I'm smart! "
"Well, I know how you feel, but don't bully me too much. It's like they're sick. More so, Admiral."
Alan manipulates his mobile device and sends him some information. The information sent to me was a survey report about three years ago.
"I can assure you that Wynd created it, a self-replicating factory. Defense facilities. Communications offices. We checked various other large-scale complexes... but you know which one you should be most concerned about?
Alan with a serious face. "Ahabo," Taro snapped his finger.
"I don't care if all the other facilities were frightened and impossible to investigate at all, that's why communication facilities are important. Communicating with someone means it's sociable."
To Taro's answer, Alan snorts with satisfaction.
"That's quick and helpful. Yes, that's the problem. I wonder where, with whom and with what they wanted to communicate. In some cases, they might have sent us information about the other day's offensive."
"Well, that's possible enough. I don't know if the life expectancy of Enigma will be shorter than I thought... make a quick toco fix or something."
"Ho, can you make it?
"No, I don't know, maybe. It depends on this investigation, isn't it?
"Well...... then, you look forward to the hard work of the Doctor who is the head of the investigation team. We've already got orders from Dean for the status quo, haven't we?
To Alan's question, Taro thumbs up with a gruesome look.
"I'm here. They collect all the necessary expenses and facilities... and by the way, the gross profit is serious. Basically, I'm using an existing device, so it's probably just the core circuits that we produce directly. It's worse than tax revenues."
"Seriously. No, anything inventive is, but it's still not half the return when you hit it. Is this going to be our main product from now on?
"No, that's not how it works either. See, you're going to scatter them all over the galaxy so they don't work out countermeasures. If that's the case, visibility is really a problem. Normally, no one would buy it."
"I see... if you ask me. You can predict Wynd's behavior with this device, and on the day you're told, you're usually either a fraud or an idiot."
"Right? Why did you just borrow the name of the Imperial Electronic Weapons Institute and develop it there in confidence? Seriously, if the spies look into it, they'll find out, but on the face of it."
"On the face of it, or... but the truth is, the guys in the development squad are going to get on with this. Aren't you dissatisfied with the Koshi development team?
"Of course I'll get out of that, but I don't know what else to do. I don't want you to make anything other than Mr. Makina's Toko because of the confidentiality issue, and outsourcing is out of the question. Because it's made with the same technology as rail gun warhead control... and there it is."
Taro puts his index finger up and makes a laugh out of it.
"I've been thinking about a new product for the development team. I'm bringing it, so just take a look."
With that said, Taro started clapping his big bag.
"This... isn't it? This one's for guys... oh, there it is."
Eventually, a new product was found, twisting around like an elongated serpent about two metres away, and Taro began to move around with a noose in BISHOP.
"I know it's an interesting toy... except for the size, we already have a similar product. What do you use it for?
Alan with a look like some missed expectations. Taro returned a niggling grin at it, pointing to the top of his serpent's head, "Well, look at it," he said.
"... that's a pretty straightforward expression. I personally don't hate it, but just how about this. Is that thruster injection technology you're using?
White lotion from the top of the head of the serpent. "Sweet Alan," Taro glanced down at Alan as he looked at him.
"Imagine, Alan. Ten, twenty of them and a beautiful woman... and trying to escape the sea of lotions!! It's an erotic monster made of strength-fiber and raiser metal. You can lift people if you want to, and you should be able to go ahead and sew a gap in your clothes!!
"... Oh, my God"
Alan honking his throat with a sawdust. When he strengthened the wrinkles that leaned between his eyebrows, he rose more or less.
"How dare you come up with that!! You want me to train that into the real world!? General, I knew you were a genius!!
"I'll take care of it!! Tentacle play more major janru nibu ha!?
Impact running to the back of the head. Taro rolling on the ground and just one shoe.
"Ugh!! Oh, not so sticky anymore... I mean, what are you using precious Razor metal for!!
Marl, with shoes on just one leg, shook it in his hand to throw even that. Taro looked frightened by it, but in his heart he also wondered if he would get mad if he smelled his shoes.
"Not at all. How perverted are you... well, that's exactly what this is... hmmm... but is it something you should try to do?
Marl tones down with some blur. Taro raised a question mark that the pursuit would not come, but decided to keep quiet that there was no need to say anything extra and rekindle it.
"... but that's it. I know what you knew, but I'm still sorry. I don't see anything."
Taro notices a window that slips into view and speaks in a deceptive half. Beyond the window stood a dim mist and sand, visible only a few dozen meters away. Physical shields and elevators that were supposed to be stabilizing in a powerful magnetic field rocked instantly, as if they were even aboard a ship floating in the ocean.
"By the way, this... you're gonna be okay, right? You're not falling, are you?
Even though he knew there were no problems in theory, Taro was disturbed by the fact that only a few tapes even had heavy-duty descent boats.
"What do you think, Mr. Taylor? With all this bad weather, it might be possible to disconnect the tape."
The usual faceless little plum. "No, no, no," Taro continued, staring often at Xiaomei.
"It's not funny. I'm joking, Mr. Xiaomei. Give me a break...... Huh? No, you're kidding, right?
"Ha, it's okay, 'cause the Admiral. I've done a lot of similar simulations in land warfare training. Freefall just goes on for a while, and you're not gonna die first. If you don't bite your tongue with an occasional shock, you'll be fine."
"Right. Seriously, I'm counting on you, Alan... hey, hold the joystick properly. 'Cause I'm anxious to know you're doing it on BISHOP."
"Dude, this guy's totally automatic. The joystick is not even connected to the thruster right now. Look, look. You're not even moving, are you?
"Oh, this could possibly mean that we're already out of control, Mr. Taylor. Mr. Alan is here to reassure us."
"Yah meh!! I don't know... Oh, I'm starting to get sick... I'm gonna lay down a little. Oh, my God."
"Hey, Taylor!! Over there if you puke!! Over there!!"
"Hey, stop it!! Wait, let's go Taylor. Whoa!!
The cargo caught in thin threads slowed down gradually and eventually sucked into a dome with holes in the ceiling. Taro looked out the window until he was close to entering the dome, but all he could see there was still the sight of the sandstorm.
"Welcome to the ground, president. It's still scattered all over there, but, hey, it's okay. He's a little better than the Wynd's Nest... oh, looks like we should get dressed"
Welcoming by a good Gatai employee, Taro went down the tarrap early enough when he finished dressing like a jerk. And the last step. With the floor made of iron in front of him, Taro stopped and leaned down.
"... I think Captain Armstrong's feelings are only a little understandable......... no, are you a yamato in the situation?
Taro muttered so to no one, "What's up? Instead of answering the voice from behind, he gained a lot of momentum and stepped down to the ground.