"I can read what people think!? You gotta be kidding me!?
Taro walking down the corridor of the Battleship Plum told him to scream to Phantom walking ahead. Taro was told "we need to talk," and Phantom was taking him out.
"It's not like I'm gonna get a peek at my heart, and it's not like I know exactly. I guess it's just predictable, something like that."
Phantom said as he looked back. When Taro was stuck with the answer, he waited.
"The basics of cryptographic decryption. Depending on how often the signals are used, it is possible to guess the general words and meanings. It would be nice to have a decrypted signal to hint at. You know this well, too."
When Phantom said so and stopped his legs, he looked back at the talking room where the two had been until earlier.
"The problem is that unlike signal communication, thoughts cannot be intercepted, but this is possible indirectly. EEG is the flow of electrical signals, so you just have to observe this guy. Wouldn't that be easy?
Phantom flaunts his shoulder with a joking look. "There were EEG meters on Earth, too," Taro returned a bitter laugh, as he could not decide whether to laugh.
"Right. I'm interested in what kind of device it was. By the way, we live surrounded by an EEG that we can't usually count. It's still being measured in real time, you know?
Phantom pointing to the ceiling. Taro looked up, screaming.
"BISHOP!?
To Taro's surprise, Phantom nods with a "correct answer" and a smile.
"But as you know, the drive particle sensing element is a complete black box from us. It would be impossible to peek into the contents of the BISHOP controller first. Just like the EEG, it's too complicated. But suppose we can" see "the communication between the brain and the BISHOP processor in a simplified function."
Emphasizing the word "see," Phantom pressed silently as if waiting for Taro to react. When Taro spent some time in silence thinking, he breathed much more into the answers he had arrived at.
"Etta............ no, it's not. Etta's not supposed to do that, and most importantly, she's always in the plum. Otherwise, if anyone can do the same thing as Etta..."
Taro whining like a solitaire. He noticed that Phantom had started walking again and rushed after him.
"You won't go out of your way to sneak your voice in the other person's ear when you talk to them in confidence. You should be having a conversation with BISHOP in public about sensitive topics. Didn't you?"
Phantom said as he walked, looking ahead.
"Sora well......... because you've been thinking and talking to me all four or six times. Naturally, I talked to Marl and the others in public... Oh, my God. All of it?"
Taro returns it that way with a blue face. But Phantom denied "no".
"I don't think there are so many good sonar men like Etta. All the members aboard the pram should definitely have no problems, and it will be only after they return to the station that they should be aware of. Maybe the people in the office should have checked everyone out once......... you should have cautioned them sooner. Sorry."
When Phantom said so, he shook his hand at the door of the room, apparently a destination. The door opened as instructed by BISHOP, and Phantom has urged him to enter Taro.
"This is... this is Mr. Phantom's room, isn't it?
A bunch of wooden furniture in the room that seems to be from a pretty old age. Taro also knew the design well. They were placed in a small room, and Taro stepped into the antique furniture store as if he had stepped into something. Wallpapers were also carefully placed on the walls and ceilings, which were supposed to be all metal plates, in great contrast to a corridor made up of futuristic designs that looked beyond the door.
"Thank you for letting me use it. Surely you can drink coffee. [M] I got some good beans. Let's drown."
When Phantom said so, he began to rinse the coffee beans in a way he was used to. He used an old-fashioned - from Taro - coffee mill with a hand-turned handle, and Taro observed it was rare.
"The antics I bought from the nobility of the Odo e B9 system. I knew it was a tool for making coffee beans from the residue, but unfortunately there was only a metal part left. I added the foundation part later in my imagination, does this fit?
That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna put up a coffee mill to show you, Phantom. When he saw it, Taro explored his memories as he sat back on the couch.
"No, it's true that the base below wasn't glass or anything like that, it was certainly made of wood. It's like a drawer receptacle, and the soaked beans are accumulating there. The tree on the surface has a metal plate with the manufacturer's name on it, or something like that. That, but is it metal or a glass receptacle or something?
Taro explains by alternating gestures. Phantom muttered to himself, "I think I'll try prototyping next time," when he heard that, Hmm.
"Mmm, nice smell. I knew this scent wouldn't happen...... Shit, why isn't this spreading? I don't care what you think."
The unique fragrant smell of coffee that tickles the nasal cavity breaks Taro's face. While appreciating that coffee is not such a major drink in the Galactic Empire, there is still a culture of coffee swallowing, Taro received the coffee cup offered.
"There will be a famous drink called Edemia. It is very similar to coffee as the direction of flavour and aroma, and it is inexpensive and easy to obtain. Let me tell you something, it's a substitute like just scented muddy water, but it has a great reputation in the Galactic Empire. I wonder if it's because of that."
Phantom leaned against the simple kitchen while being so vicious.
"Edemia... Was Soya Alan drinking all the time?"
"Whoa, is that right? Then it would be helpful if you kept your remarks to yourself."
"No, it's okay because it's a flavor-onch that we both acknowledge. I trained like that in the military."
"Ho. Does that mean he's from the Special Branch? Land warfare itself is an underprivileged soldier, but you're an elite among them. I know it's rude to say this, but it's surprising... oh, no, even if you think about your command in the New York defense."
"No, no, I don't care what you think, it sounds suspicious if it's true. Isn't it normal for an army elite to have MMK? Why are you a virgin?"
"MMK?"
"Hot and hot. Abbreviation for trouble. It was definitely an abbreviation used by the Earth's army."
"He's also... the Army of the Earth seems quite frank."
While enjoying the smell of coffee, the two continue to talk about no other love. The conversation lasted for a while in a soothing atmosphere, but eventually Phantom cut it out without any foretaste.
"Example stations exist more than twenty other than that. This is probably it, but me and Etta will be born there."
The Taro coffee cup I was trying to carry to my mouth stops.
"Locally raised humans are mostly fortified human candidates. The qualities of being a Gifted or Boosted Man are considered to be genetically significant, so a closed space would be just fine. Dark blood can easily produce errors, but at the same time it also produces talent that has jumped through. Something that could be produced by genetic manipulation............ is there any reason?
Phantom with a strange look. Taro didn't know what to give back, and he wolfed.
"Empire...... no, this is not the right way to say it. Coleman seemed quite obsessed with how to artificially evolve people. I was creating a boosted man gradually. There were almost 3,000 people in the facility, but I'm guessing a few percent of them are still alive."
When Phantom said so, he treated the cup in his hand straight into the shelf. The squeaky sound of the cleaner immediately starts to sound in the room.
"The facility... were you in a place like school? Could you possibly be familiar with Etta?
Taro's question. Plus Phantom laughed a little sarcastically.
"No, I don't think I had any contact with her. Because the enhancement categories are different. And if it means a place to learn something, then maybe you can't even say school, but it's probably not. I don't really remember being treated like a human being, and I don't have a lot to learn. From Coleman's point of view, it would be a culture facility and laboratory at best. We simply called it an institution, but he called it New Eden...... Paradise, I hear."
"Cultivation... is Coleman like," Um "Coleman, right?
"No," you don't know which "Coleman......... no, I'm not kidding. It means exactly what you say."
Phantom said so and shook his head in a dazzling expression that made him think he had been teared up.
"New Eden's predecessor said he was an Imperial Army Institute of Applied Physics and Chemistry B facility, and the first director there was that Dan Coleman. This contains a general overview. Read it."
That's what Phantom gives me one chip. When Taro received it, he hesitated for a moment before placing it on his forehead.
"……………… what do you mean?
Taro's face distorted by confusion. And I said, "Isn't that weird?" and Phantom flattering his shoulders.
"It was roughly 2,000 years ago that the Institute of Physics and Chemicals was created. This is in the military records, and there's no doubt about it. Luckily, he had a civil registry, and he still had DNA information in his data bank. And to my surprise..."
Phantom muttered with no expression as he pulled his face toward Taro.
"Dead in front of us." Um, "Coleman and his DNA information are 100% identical. That's not all. If you look closely, there are traces of Coleman everywhere in the galaxy, in every age... do you think they're all the same person?
Phantom as if talking about something suspicious. The only thing I could do was be surprised and confused.