Several peripheral space stations in RS Alliance territory. An ancient pier, uncertain as to when it was built, was left as if it were the remnants of the early Galactic Empire. Pier abandoned in such an old Enzio era, it was now showing an astonishing buzz that was no different than it once was.
"Hey, where are you from?
In one of the control towers that directly manages the station's pier, a man with an old stinky rod-shaped joystick said as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
The man's task was the ultimate simplicity of checking the list sent via BISHOP and just keeping the specified load even in the designated ship's cargo. I had no idea what it was for, and it was difficult to motivate myself to work.
And most importantly, he stayed up all night. I was about to fall asleep as I stood more than once earlier, and I wanted to throw out a job that didn't make sense like this and fall asleep immediately on the spot, but I tried my best to eat my teeth for a living. The current employer is going to pay for things like drunkenness and overtime - something I've never heard of around here! - and the incremental wages were really attractive.
"Are you telling me?
A woman who was doing the same work next to a man said without even looking back. The man snorts at it and says, "Who else is in this room?," he burst out.
"Because some people like to talk to themselves. I mean, did it have anything to do with my origins and my work?
The woman said provocatively. The man tried to say something back for a moment, but he reconsidered and stopped where he opened his mouth. Was the woman working as long as the man, making bears under her eyes, more and more windy somewhere, but still beautiful enough to sigh, and the man was vulnerable to beauty. Now he needed someone to talk to to to get drowsy, and she was perfect for it.
"It's just a public story. Don't worry about it............... look, that's it. It's in the employee rules, isn't it? As long as it doesn't interfere with business, the company is supposed to interact with employees."
The man said when he signed a short-term labor contract at the pier, recalling the paperwork persistently read by the interviewer. That was common sense content, but sometimes it made me want to tilt my neck. This interaction between employees was one of them, and I didn't know why the company would bother recommending it.
"Speaking of which, you had some of that......... trouble. I'm not planning anything this month."
The woman looked at her face and squealed. A man looked at a woman with that in mind, even if she looked hard.
"Hey, you. It's about the interaction between the employees, but what good would it be if the company prepared something? It's a party, it's a sports convention, that sort of thing."
I said as the woman looked at the man. When the man whistled small into that gaze, he thought, "That's right."
"After all, I think it's a good idea to simply drink and talk to each other. We do transport here, don't we? You can prepare the tasty liquor in the center. There's a man, there's a woman, there's booze. Isn't that enough?"
I said as a man clicked. The woman has turned her gaze like she despised such a man, but unexpectedly agreed, "Right."
"It's true that something simple is better received than an elaborate event. I'm not convinced that it's more popular to just drink in a tavern than to have a dinner party at a hotel."
The woman groaned as she pointed her mouth. When the man overheard the word "survey," he became anxious that maybe he had made something of himself. Questionnaires are one of the finest pieces of information, and being able to see them couldn't be the same position as at least the lower end of the hierarchy like myself.
"Uh, that. What? People don't get it, do they? These are the countryside of the Milky Way. I've never seen a hotel before. Most of them."
A man told me to delude myself. Besides, the woman looks back intriguingly at "oh".
"You say pretty good things. Are you familiar with the sex and culture around here?
"Huh? Oh, sure. I was born and raised here. My house is doing something to arbitrate what happened here. Whoever doesn't know Takashi's name around here is Mogri."
"Yes. And that's an unusual name. Is it common here?
"No. Uh, it means compared to the rest. Then you do. That's a name that's been handed down from generation to generation since the days of the Old Empire. My father, my grandfather, and his father are all takashi again. Naturally, all three of my brothers are takashi."
"Yeah. That sounds kind of inconvenient, but that's what it is. If you're a woman, what do you do?
"You've listened very well. If it's a woman..."
Takashi looked at it as if the other person didn't seem to care about anything in particular, or tried to enjoy a little longer conversation with a rarely beautiful woman.
Takashi originally liked to talk to someone, but because of his unfathomable personality and appearance, he had little chance of actively speaking to others. Hence the seeds of conversation are limited, and it took effort to continue this. Thankfully, however, the woman didn't seem to be interested in the conversation either, and Takashi thanked God in his heart who might be somewhere in the galaxy. Whatever your initial stubborn attitude.
"- And well, that's the way it is. I want to be on a battleship in the future and fight to protect everyone. This job is the one that started it............... Oh, no, I didn't hear your name. Tell me."
Takashi asks, hiding his lower heart, that he might be able to find out who he is from his name. The woman sent such a surprise glance at him, but eventually returned it briefly, "It's Liza".
"Liza. Hehe, that's a good name. Sounds urban. You must be from the center.................. hey Liza. You know what you're gonna use this for?
Beyond the control room window. Takashi points with his thumbs at the pier, where the arms and things interact with the joysticks we operate. Liza looked blatantly uncomfortable when she glanced ahead.
"My boss has someone similar to you, but I'd like you to tell me what you usually do. I, unfortunately, don't like violence, so how about an electric shock? You've been up all night, haven't you?
Liza took a small gun out of her waist and said. It's unclear what percentage is due to drowsiness, but expressions such as whether people kill even with their gaze. When Takashi backed off without knowing what had happened, he looked across the window, realizing his mistakes and turning his face bright blue.
"Chi, no! It's a misunderstanding! It's not your container! It's me!
The container for loading for which Takashi was in charge was packed with cluttered crap that had no idea how to use it. Initially, I was expecting that the work would also be done with a large intensive salvage at other stations, but there was no uniformity in the crap contents, and the old wool, groceries, solders and furniture worn from the ship's structure were doomed to tears. Takashi has always wondered about that and wanted to ask Liza, who seems to be in some pretty good position.
But perhaps she got it wrong. The contents of Liza's container in charge were tightly packed with so-called adult toys, and when she got sick of using this, it was nothing but unmistakable sexual harassment.
"Is it true? My brother said to be prepared because all men are like that............... well, fine. It's more of a pile of garbage than that, but it's what we use for war."
Liza, who turned to me, said hello. Takashi wondered if I heard something wrong: "War?" Asked Oomu back.
"Yeah, I am. War. You're doing it now, aren't you? You asked me what it would be like to be on a battleship earlier, but it's not just a fight to get on a ship and shoot each other."
Liza tells the obvious as if it were the obvious. Takashi was relieved that the misunderstanding seemed to have been solved, but given the meaning of the words she had said, she became somewhat anxious.
"... I don't know what to use this crap for, but is this going to kill or save people?
"Come on. It's the security department or the president who uses it. I don't know."
"Come on, you're doing this without knowing. Doesn't that bother you?
To Takashi's question, Liza has turned a definite gaze.
"It doesn't matter if you care. All I have to do is do my job. Just do the best you can. Nothing more or less. Do you understand?"
Words uttered without any stray. When Takashi heard Liza's answer like that, she replied, "Well," and then she silenced herself for a while.
I don't know if it was just to make money. It was a job, and it was a takashi who was dissatisfied without knowing what the work meant, but when it came to being used for war, this was probably a more important task than I thought.
And when I talked to Liza like this, I even wondered if that would be a very trivial thing to do in the first place. I do my job. In the end, it is a well-used word in all worlds, but it seems to Takashi that it is the right truth.
Liza's hands manipulating the joystick were thin and dirty, and her face, which was probably due to lack of sleep, looked terrible. There would be an environment everywhere where where where we could control everything with BISHOP if we were in the center of the Empire, and I even wondered if she needed to help work on such a terminal in the first place. Being allowed to carry a gun means she's in a much higher position than she thought. The way such a human being struggles here reminded Takashi of something divine.
"What can I do..."
Takashi desperately thought about what the word applied to him when he rebelled against what he had just said. That was very little, and I guess what they want now is to keep the joystick moving, but I still thought about it. Remaining despised by the beauty was difficult to accept.
"Hey, you don't have enough people to do this, do you? I'll gather all my relatives together. We've been good at mechanical BISHOP manipulation for generations. We can all do this before breakfast."
Finally a squeezed out idea. Takashi confidently told it, waiting for his opponent to react.
"Yes, thank you for that. But I wonder if it's just one or two now, or if it's on a ten-person basis. Water on the stone where it's grown."
Liza looking fed up. Takashi replied "No" to it, pointing and counting the number of people.
"Sure, there must have been a little with 2,200 people at this station alone. That's half of it. The other half's a little far away, but if we talk, they're all gonna fly."
Takashi remembers nostalgic facial rashes, including his own family. Apparently Liza was surprised and had her eyes rounded.
"Oh yes.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
I've visited Liza in such a way as to be afraid. Takashi replied, "Takashi," when he smiled good at it.