The giant Battleship Plum has the corresponding living space.
However, this ship, whose main manoeuvre is remotely manoeuvred by an EEG called BISHOP, like other similar ships, requires extremely few personnel compared to the old-fashioned one.
It was even more specialized in operations by three people: Taro, who has the gift of parallel arithmetic (multitasking), Komei, an ultra-high performance AI, and Taro, the best mechanic in the galaxy - at least Taro thinks - to an unacceptable level of other follow-ups in the sense of small numbers.
And naturally, the space on board creates further surpluses.
It was an unexpected use of space to ensure each person's comfortable life and survival, and this was something that made a huge difference when the average battleship crew number floated intact, which would have thousands.
The Battleship Plum used excess space and energy for combat purposes, such as thicker armoured plates, larger turrets, and larger quantities of ammunition, but the space was still too empty, and they were freely used by the Rising Sun facade where the ship resided.
"Industrial modules? No, this is Mr. Phantom's room, isn't it?
Taro tilted his neck in the hallway to the information in the module block in front of him read in BISHOP. It was usually a residential module or a composite module.
"It fits, and it's nothing strange. Even my room is based on industrial modules, right?
To Taro's question, that's what Marl said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"No, I know Marl. Mechanical teasing is like a hobby, and it seems like it can be serviced directly from the room."
"Well. Bridges and factory blocks are pretty far away......... hey, I knew I shouldn't be moving near the bridge?
"While dangerous modules can be placed in critical compartments. If you can swear you'll never do dangerous experiments or anything in your room, think about it."
"Fine then."
"Yes, you answered instantly. How is it that your home handles hazard modules? What about being a maiden?"
"Leave me alone. It's like a medal... and a maiden isn't a pattern."
I paid my own red hair with my bare hands, and Marl shrugged.
Taro was stunned by Marr's sensibility, which he didn't understand, but now that it doesn't matter, he just raised his eyebrows.
"Phantom, I'm here to pay you a visit... that's unlocked"
The indication of the locking function was "OPEN," and the word Taro was careless for a moment blurred his head. But when I think about it, there are no other people in the pram than those involved, and I also reconsidered that since the residents are residents, it is not that dangerous.
"I don't know if I can come in on my own. What would I do if I looked at a muffled holograph or something?"
"No, it's not you or Alan."
"No, no, I don't know, man. It's more like us, isn't it? Because the liver of human survival is more there, isn't it?
"Yes, yes, right. It's so hard. It's so hard."
"Damn! Something humiliating! But that's where it happens!
As Taro twisted his body with a distressed look, he slid through a side sliding type of door and stepped into Phantom's private room.
"Oh, that's the same room you saw in Katsushika. Did you bring it this way?"
The tiny room was the same as it used to be, it was such a warm room made of cluttered antique furniture, everything makes you feel nostalgic from Taro.
"Me, this is the first time you've gotten in properly......... Wow, that's awesome. This Leather? Is it real?
Marl observes the brown leather sofa, which is old and painful, but kept clean, as if it were also to be seen in a museum exhibit. When Taro replied, "Sounds like a monophone," she slowly stepped back.
"I wonder how much............... that's not exactly from Earth, is it?
"Whatever it takes, it's not five thousand years."
"Right...... but it's a great luxury item. I know it's not an amount you can't buy, but you're a little unwilling to get your hands on it. Especially for everyday use."
"I think if Mr. Bull started distributing as meat instead of pets, he'd be able to buy some easily."
"Right. Years, in some cases decades away."
"I guess. I don't know if I'll make leather processing know-how by then............ Mr. Phantom, is that in the back?
In contrast to Marl, who walked carefully every step of the way, Taro slowly and always crossed the room at the foot of the street. As he peeks into some of the rooms that appear to be Phantom's living space, he confirms that they are deserted and takes his feet further back.
"Why can't I see the location information in BISHOP? The mods here, even though they're pretty big."
I said as Marl followed the coffee mill at his fingertips, which is now an earth-derived product. Taro looked back at her and smiled slightly, realizing that a base with wooden drawers was attached to the bottom of the coffee mill.
"You're working fast......... oh no, I hear the BISHOP here has been modified for Mr. Phantom. 'Cause he's a little different from ours."
"Oh, that's the thing. Let's see if we can double use it next time."
"If it does stay that way, it's a little inconvenient from us. I'm going to be late for my first start when something happens... and I'm not supposed to be away."
Sure, it's only the detailed location I can't confirm, but I'm pretty sure I'm here. The reason was simple and I checked with the person before I took my leg.
"But when it does, is this the only place left? How it feels, that one."
Taro looked at it with a frigid odor as he stood in front of the last door that had not yet been opened, which was at the penetration of the indoor hallway. Heavy, boneless metal doors reminiscent of the spaceship's airlock.
"Wow, this. It's like a bulkhead... I mean, how do you open this? You can't use BISHOP?
Marl, who had caught up with Taro, said so with a difficult face. "Because I'm with the door knob," Taro replied, laughing small at the sigh mix, turning the handle on the door with his hand, weighing in and pushing the door open.
".................. wow. This guy is unexpected."
Beyond the iron door was a large, squalor room and countless groups of machines packed there.
The sight reminded Taro of Plum's refrigerated sleeping device, but it wasn't as cluttered as the center where it was located. All the machines placed seemed relatively new and, above all, well organized. I can barely see if the cables are even crawling under the ground.
"Maybe a cooling room for parallel computers. I wonder what you're using it for?
Marl, holding both arms to cover his body from the cold air, said with a frown twisted. "Come on," Taro shrugged his shoulder, heading further back as he shrunk himself in the same way. Across the room, the entrance to a separate room with no door was pompous, and there was nowhere else to look.
"This one... um, I don't know. I think I've seen something similar in Mr. Makina's toco, but what kind of machine is this?
What was in the elongated back room was some sort of device lined up shifting from left to right. A box-shaped device higher than Taro's height is installed to pinch a central passageway space that people think is meant for walking.
"This is a printer. I don't know if it's the same usage because it seems to have my hands on it."
A marl around the back of the apparatus emitted while observing its wiring section. Taro said to it, "Are you printing it with a flyer?" Asked Marr, marveling strangely at her neck.
"Flyers are advertising distributions, right? What does that have to do with printers?"
"Whatever. That would be used to print the contents of the ad. Merchandise on paper............... is that it? Is the paper in the first place? Flyers, right? I saw a flyer on the advertising list."
"Well, there is. Data on advertising chips………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… It's a waste of resources, and isn't it in your way if they give you something like that?
"No, the main thing was to distribute it directly to the house, and you reused it a lot. I wonder how much art came out of the back of an empty flyer."
"I don't know. I mean, you're scared to go directly to the house or something. Was the company that possessive of personal information?
"Huh? Uh, no, I don't think it's like Marl's thinking. Instead of just sending it to the person you're likely to target, you send it almost indiscriminately. I hope one of them gets caught up in someone."
"That's very inefficient. I knew it wasn't a waste of resources............ oh by the way, even when I say printer, ink, so I guess it fits. Instead of dropping it, print the electronic base."
"Oh I see............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... It's a big hobby."
"Oh, yeah? I have the same thing on my mod, don't I?
"No, isn't that just special about Marl?
They went further into the back of the room as they rubbed their cold bodies and talked about that. I didn't see Phantom, but it was to see if there were any other entrances or exits because of the large devices that were countless.
"Um, I guess I was away......... but he said he was asleep and couldn't get up, and there's no way he wasn't. It's not like you're hiding a door or anything, is it?
At the back of the room, he sat down on a staircase surrounding the cylindrical device in a spiral, and Taro raised a frown and said. When Marl sat across from Taro with the device, he returned it without saying, "That's not true."
"What are we going to do about hiding more or less? It's not you. You're not the kind of person who enjoys doing that."
"No, what the hell kind of character am I in you? Rude."
"Thank you. Nothing. Just like that. If around Etta came to visit you in your room, wouldn't you just tease me?
"Don't be. I mean, I did."
"I'm not doing it......... hey, it's time to go back. That living room would be better if we waited. It's too cold in here."
Marl stood up as he rubbed his arm. Taro had no reason at all to disagree, so he returned "Oooo" and stood up on the spot.
"Hey, Marl to Taylor. Well done for coming."
Second, Phantom's voice heard from right around the corner. Taro looks back at his voice with some surprise, but I didn't see him there. The cylindrical device that seemed to hear voices was shaped like a barrel of undecorated metal, and the only person who looked tall with a peek inside was his face, which reflected on the surface of the metal. Marl is doing the same over there.
"My sensory organs were closed, too. I'm late to realize that."
The voice of Phantom was then heard. And the shape of the lid part of the changing device. Taro glanced at it in surprise, pulling his face at the eerie sight in front of him.
Only the human eye, mouth, and ear were floating in the lid of the device, which was wanting to come together, so that it could thrive from it.