"Ooh, Taylor. We're almost ready over there. All corridors are sealed and obstructed. It's still far from perfect, but with some pressure it should hold up."
Alan in his work clothes raises his hand and walks over to Taro, where he was checking Marl and the maps around him.
"Oh, thank you. You're safe now that there's no report."
"Thank goodness. But the fact that Wynd doesn't show up is a creepy word, don't get me worried about cleaning it up."
"Ugh. All of a sudden I guess it's not Dawn or anything with the nucleus..."
"I want you to give him a break. I've decided to go home and see what happens to me."
"Is that your motive for survival... oh, but when you see it, I'll mix it up too"
"Of course not, Admiral. How's that one, by the way? Did you get anything?
Alan sitting down and mouthing a drink. Taro shook his head as he clasped his shoulders, "No, you can't," he said.
"It's been roughly brought out, and it's a mess because of the deterioration over time and the damage caused by the battle. Once there's an unidentified jerk rolling around, there might be something in there, but I don't know about that. I'm a little depressed for what I was hoping for."
"Right...... well, you won't have a choice. Looks like you did a pretty fancy job."
Alan raised a single eyebrow and looked up at the stone made ceiling. When I looked up in the form of a tarragon, I was able to see where it had been flashly crushed.
"You're not breaking down, this..."
"I don't know. I can't say for sure, but our investigation team says it's going to be okay for once. We have some equipment for the planetary survey, so it's pretty credible, right?
"Once and for all, I'm worried about the preconceived anxiety, Chisho."
"Unlike above, there are too many uncertainties. I can't say for sure what it is... it's a lot hotter than that. Is it also a fever?
Take off your jacket and look up at your neck with your hands, Alan. Then Marr, who was staring at the terminal, looked up and continued, "No, I'm not."
"This deep underground would have been hotter. NASA said it's air-conditioned and cooled, and there's a big air flow."
To Marl's words, Taro turns his consciousness to himself speaking of which. My hair is breezing and my forehead is sweating dry.
"There's a breeze, if you ask me. Is that supposed to be weird............... that? Maybe if we follow the wind flow, it'll lead us to the exit?
When you come up with something good, Taro brightens your face. "I can't," said Marr, so tall.
"The fact that the NASA side is sealed off doesn't mean the Wind's nest is ahead of us. Are you willing to break through?
"Oh well... but worst case scenario, you also need to. Alan, how long can you stay here?
To Taro's question, Alan shows some thought, "Right."
"Four days or so would be the limit if we were to ignore the exhaustion caused by the battle. I was going to scout, so unfortunately I don't allow water reserves. This heat will consume faster."
"Water. After thousands of years, what humans need doesn't change."
"If humans don't need water anymore, can we call that mankind anymore? I think it's something else."
To Marl's penetration, Taro laughs that he does. When he tries to cut out a topic that doesn't matter if he says "no, humankind," Marr suddenly says, "Wait a minute!!," he lifted his hand to control it.
"I got sonar results. It's still down here."
Marl pointing at his feet and laughing at him. Taro said, "Seriously!" Peeping into the terminal she had, she checked the space and the space on the map marked.
"So everyone!!
Marl shouting out loud and shouting at his surroundings.
"There could be a big hole at your feet. The size is unknown, but at least one person. In some cases tanks may also fall in size. It's dangerous, so look for them all and find them."
I'm guessing you're assuming an elevator trail. To Marr's remarks, Taro stepped anxiously at his feet. And I knew it would be safe there, and I felt very sick of it.
"Here... is it all clamoring?"
Tons of crap and thick layers of sand and dust deposited on it. If I wanted to do it, I'd bury it all the way to my ankle. Besides, Taro vomited a curse.
"Hey, captain. Very slow arrival."
When Phantom, who was responsible for a large heat-resistant black rubber bag, arrived near his destination, his old, well-informed voice echoed into the hallway.
"Is that Hogan? We had a lot of trouble over here. How's that tail over there?
Following Phantom's voice, the giant emerges from the bend. "Nothing like that," Hogan saluted, shaking his hairless head.
"I've done too much of everything, and that's not what I'm free for. I don't even have that. They're not after nukes."
"Hmm. That would be unexpected... how was Antonio willing to keep the rudder base down?
In Phantom's opinion, he thought he was going to use the nucleus to make threats that held the presidents hostage. When that makes a difference, I don't know what their actions mean.
"Antonio, who is it?"
"I'm the mastermind of this case. NASA's disturbing molecule, which holds most of the army."
"I see... you're not telling me you've already killed him"
"Surprisingly, the security is tight. Take the time to assassinate him, but the presidents won't. Besides, you'll have trouble losing control as things stand. The confusion claps. It's not like you can kill anything."
"Is that so... by the way, they're perfectly fine with Ladderbase, too. Philip's bastard contacted me. And they're going to try and see if they can recover it from the ground. If you had a wide nest hole, you'd be able to get from there to the president."
"Right. Well, you have to. Is there a problem with the force?
"Come on, what do you think? I don't know what they are, but I honestly don't know. The tank just won't make it, so he said he'd have a spare armored car."
"Hmmm... if I even dive somewhat underground, could I be contacted by acoustic communication? All right, so our top priority is to stabilize the scene and secure nuclear weapons. If you find it difficult to recover from the top, unfortunately, you will not be asked to break out. They seem to have high magnets, so watch out."
"Oops, you've got some pretty nasty stuff... Roger that. But when it comes to buying time, are you negotiating first as a stone? Will the other one come on board?
"I don't know, but we don't remember buying them a grudge. If it's not a matter of emotion, I guess there's some kind of selfish favor over there. It's the same thing waiting for the opportunity to negotiate… it's a different matter whether or not we can talk about it."
When Phantom said so, he unloaded the bag unconstitutionally. When the received Hogan muttered, "What is this?", Phantom returned it boringly as "their princess".
When you see it that is truly of historical value, even if it is a crop, it seems that people cry unknowingly. The reason would be for each person, but for Taro it was mainly out of nostalgia.
"I remember, this... this is America. The American flag."
Huge device in a crushed glass case. As Taro stroked the star and stripe flag painted on it with his fingers, he wiped the tears that conveyed his cheeks with the back of his hand. Next door was the NASA mark, both painted brightly in color.
"This is a replica of the engine… it's old with no stops. Maybe it's not even nuclear fusion. I don't believe it. I can't believe how many tragedies and adventures have brought me here."
I guess I'm thinking of the trajectories of the brave men I once had. hands in front of his chest, tears. Marr said.
"Look, there's an overall view of the hull over here. A hundred, is there a meter? Then it's a pretty small boat. How did you do that?"
Pick up the panels that were falling on the floor, Alan as he roared. Taro looked back at the rope suspended from the ceiling when he agreed with Alan that it was utter.
"I'm going to be ashamed of myself for calling a gagger down that height."
Taronda literally discovered the elevator trail and the thoughtful vertical hole as a result of a large search from corner to corner. I got down there and got there. The tip was a small hall where they currently are, and although it is only time and natural degradation that can be seen, the general display was left safely.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. No terminals appear to be left equivalent to the databank. They're just access terminals."
Xiaomei, who was trying to access the terminal in the back of the room, said as she shook her head.
"Well, you are. There's no way a central arithmetic computer for a data bank has been wild and fine for 400 years. All right, let's see what we got."
When Taro did so, he slowly looked around the hall thinking that a spacecraft-related exhibit was on display. Hull models, various parts and components. panels with their performance or something written on them, etc. Most of the stuff was replica or haribote, but some of them were real items that had been around for 5,000 years.
"... whoever used this would want to die in the afterlife. You've been exposed to shame for 5,000 years."
The ancestors of the Rising Sun main product, there on display various items used in life on board. It was carefully annotated as "what appears to be body fluids adhere," and Taro prayed for blessings to the dead with some excitement.
"Hey Taylor!! Hey come here!!
Excited Marl's voice, heard from a little further away. Going over there wondering what Taro was up to, she had multiple 50-cm-square-sized transparent boards in her hands.
Apparently, between the transparent plates, small pieces of paper.
"It's a UV protective sheet, so it must be written using ink. Isn't this what it was? Can you read it?
Taro approached the discolored little piece of paper as close as if to handle the broken goods. I wasn't very good at English, but I managed to understand what it meant. He raised his nervous face to the bee, he said.
"This... is the Voyage Log..."