Roughly a hundred days from the war rally with the Mercenaries. Taro, who was being chased by hasty post-war processing in the office of the Roman Station where Rising Sun's headquarters were located, turned his attention to the date of the fudge calendar and glanced at it.
"It's been three months... and when you realize it, you're not an old man anymore."
Blurry and tall as I remember the three months that passed like an arrow.
From his summit with the surrounding area, he has held numerous meetings with the Alliance Congress. He now realizes that the last time he took a break was before the war, including writing letters to the survivors of three fatalities of war and dealing with swollen migrants and spies.
"............... that? This isn't a violation of labor standards laws, is it?
It reminds me of the common laws within alliances that I have made in the past, and frowning Taro.
Employees of companies based within the RS Alliance were, in principle, prohibited from working more than 120 hours in a 240-hour separation. This was on Earth. It was referenced and enforced, remembering that. Surprisingly, such laws were rare in the Galactic Empire.
"Except in an emergency, Mr. Taylor. Isn't that exactly what it is now?
Inside the office where the three desks exist, Xiaomei said, doing some work on one of them. "Right," Taro said, returning it, depositing his weight on the back of a soft desk chair.
"Furthermore, there is a stipulation that the company's interests do not apply in a position of strong involvement in its own interests, Mr. Taylor. Forgot the clause you added yourself?
"Uh... how about a doctrine where I can't remember a promise against me. There's a lot of business people out there, huh? That kind of guy."
"You should say your bedtime words after bed, Mr. Taylor. Interesting excuse, but as a person, I thought it sucked. Isn't it a race to be banished?"
"Ha. Well, there's a lot I'd like to do, too. It's troublesome to find the appropriate items in the contract, and they're annoying."
"Physically"
"............... No, you can't overdo the death penalty for anything you want. I imagined I was a little antsy. I'm afraid of myself."
When Taro unlocked the chair with BISHOP, he put his hands behind his head and stretched out heavily over the chair, which was almost horizontal.
"Ha... I wonder why I work when I have enough wealth to play and live my whole life again. Damn, I think we should amend the law."
Blurry tallow with sigh. Taro's personal wealth had already reached what is commonly referred to as the level of great riches, and he was promised a life free of anything without working until his death.
"I can only say that it is only natural to work, Mr. Taylor, if such a thing is asked of AI, who is dedicated to labor for the rest of his life. Labor is defined as precious."
Xiao Mei said as she tilted her neck. And Taro flatters his shoulder with "envy."
"Besides, perhaps, markets and parliaments will rebel violently even as they try to amend the law. The limitation of working time also has the aspect that, on several occasions, it is depriving intra-alliance companies of their competitiveness. This will mainly be the case with simple labor and so on. Because the various additional clauses, as we know, are the product at the end of their concessions. The status quo is the limit now."
"No, well, I am. But I honestly don't care what you think Sophia and her younger brother, even Mitsune, were put to work from morning to night. Mechanize it. Mechanize it. That's the way it is."
"Yeah, but that's what's common in this galaxy, Mr. Taylor. Except for some elites who can get an education, yes. Not even in the centre of the Empire is an exception. Besides, if simple labour is lost through mechanization, jobs will be lost at the same time. I hope the floating human rights costs are reimbursed to them like that, but I'm sure they won't."
"............ then I don't know. Never. More wealth just aggregates...... but aren't the best talent coming together in a good condition toco? Statistically. Like market principles, each company offers better conditions and competes, and eventually it feels good, doesn't it?
"Mr. Taylor, forget your right to engage?
Xiao Mei said briefly. Taro tilted his neck with whatever it was, but eventually realized what it meant and distorted his face.
"Uh, you crush it......... no, no, you're colluding on a galactic scale. If you imitate yourself, I'll kill you? Terrible, huh?"
"It won't be that blatant, but I guess it is, to put it succinctly. But maybe it should no longer be seen as a culture because it doesn't mean that anyone has a voice. In the end, each company or organization makes its own decisions."
"Culture... we're definitely more civilized in this respect. Lazy bastard, what I say, but it's not all about working."
Taro said so with a fed up face, waking up his chair and putting a cheek wand on his desk.
"Xiaomei recognizes that humans are basically lazy. But it is also true that the desire to be lazy is a strong driver for some action. Sometimes great inventions can be accomplished by those emotions. It's not bad enough that you want to be lazy."
As a matter of course, Xiao Mei speaks. And Taro keeps saying, "Right."
"Some say it's the milk of invention or the mother. Is that my mother's milk? My mother's milk is horny..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... We have a lazy environment where we can relieve our desires."
"Mr. Taylor, isn't that because you want to be free?
"... Huh?
"So I'm free. A person is a creature who finds freedom in his infirmities, Mr. Taylor. A measure is, for the most part, a relative one. Therefore, there is no freedom in an unconstrained environment. Of course, there won't even be freedom."
"... erm, I mean, you dare put yourself out of your way? You're still a philosopher."
"It's a denial, Mr. Taylor. Xiao Mei is just an AI. Forced infirmity would be offensive, and some things would be called limits, but that's what it is. Choosing not to be free is also an exercise of freedom. And human beings are strange things, and the distinction between others and oneself is really vague in emotional terms. I'm sure you'll do your best until all the people close to you have the freedom you have."
"No, no, that's pretty much synonymous with forever......... well, I don't feel worse thinking that way"
I'm working hard for someone. That would be synonymous with what I'm trying to do for myself if I borrowed Xiao Mei's words, but I still felt good thinking about it. Besides, it didn't mean he didn't remember any of those thoughts himself.
And Taro perceived what Xiaomei was going to say, and opened his mouth.
"Besides, we have to find the Earth." You can be free from the curse. "
Taro laughs. So tall, Xiaomei nodded deeply.
"Yeah, you're right, Mr. Taylor. If you are now, the end date of acceptance of the Alliance's Common Mental Age Determination was last week, and Xiaomei inadvertently told you about it, you should be able to see it as one of the benefits of having a disability as a price to gain freedom. You're an adult now."
"Hey, I was wondering if anyone could bring a drill! The one so hard per tungsten carbide! I want to break it down a little. I got a machine! I was impressed. I was stupid. Come on! You're not grown up anymore, and you're the one who's gonna crush your chances of becoming an adult!
Stand up, screaming Taro. Then, to his surprise, the office door opened immediately.
"Unfortunately, there's no drill, and even if you disassemble it, the lady will fix it, if it's your own drill you're not planning to use...... damn, this guy is a little overmasochistic. Admiral, do you have a minute?
That's what I heard, and Alan walked into the office in his usual work clothes and bandanas. When Taro recommended his seat as he said, "Ooh brothers," he sat back a bit on it.
"Phew............ well, where did you talk from"
When one exhales, Alan rubs his chin with a strange face. Taro said, "Is that an important story?," he asked, "Ah," he said with a difficult face. Alan went on with an "honest place" foreboding to Taro, who would correct his residence on the chair.
"I'm having trouble telling you how. Not that I'm not sure about my life experience, but you've always been bad at this stuff. I'd like to ask around Dr. Arjmov."
"Ya, hey, wait a minute. Something that heavy? Did someone die again or something?
"No, the wounded are pretty much all happy. One employee in the General Affairs Division died, but he must have been nearly 90 years old. It would be lifespan."
"Oh, oh, I know that story. Kind of, but I left my sightseeing and retirement money... and Sanf again... like the Dandelion Squad being harassed for something?
"You don't listen to those stories. Rather lately. Then I hear that unit is pretty popular. There were a lot of sacrifices. I'm a hero."
"Oh, shit...... no, seriously what? Tell me about it."
When Taro said so and rose from anxiety, Alan stood up the same way. He snorted one step, two steps closer with a seemingly sorry face at Taro's and eventually one with a determined look of something.
"The mental age determination check this quarter was last week. I was bound to tell you... I'm so sorry."
"I know and! Goddamn it! I know!
He jumps to his chair as he glances at him and cries at him to keep his face down. From between the fingers, there's an appearance of Alan getting a sneak laugh from an earlier mysterious face.
"Damn, you didn't know and tell me... this guy... so what's the real place? The chief of intelligence, who's supposed to be busy dying in defense, came all the way out here, and that's not all."
Taro says so with a slack face. Then Alan shrugged his shoulders and showed them, then pulled his face toward him.
And the grin disappears from Alan's expression.
"Eden's location turns out. In fact, Phantom is on his way to the ground and is reporting no doubt about it. You'd better think of an excuse to take a few days off."