"Some things are facts I've known for a long time, but that's not all. Many facts have come to light once again as I work with you and get information about the facility. Sometimes it's just an inference, or it's unclear. It's hard to figure out which one you talked about, but there's no hurry."
When Phantom prefaced so, he turned his gaze toward the day after tomorrow. I could hear him squeaking small bumps, and I also found out that Taro must be contacting me somewhere.
"... I guess this is it. Well, as I was saying earlier about my birth, it doesn't really mean much to me about the details of it, and it's not a fun story to ask. So let's just expose the important points. Coleman had countless experimental bodies like me and Etta, trying to do something. What's the purpose of that?
Taro opens his mouth to Phantom's inquiry.
"Maybe, but for the study of brain evolution and its fundraising, right? I'm guessing from the results of the egg survey."
To Taro's answer, Phantom nodded, "Well, yeah," he said.
"The" ceremony "that the Mercenaries used would have been a great way to collect gold. He would have sold Sonnerman off directly, and he seemed to have forced the military to buy technology. I think you're probably right about the evolution of the brain. There are several passages in my personal memory that come to mind."
Phantom looks unpleasantly distracted. Taro waited without saying anything, wondering if it was some bad memory.
"Hey, Phantom. Did you know that Coleman was scientific supremacy, the ultimate narcissist, or someone with some unusual trait? Happier to be doing research than doing anything - or something. Like that."
Marl, sitting next to Taro, said as he tried to think of something. And Phantom shook his head, "No."
"I don't know what to say, but he was a very normal old man. He wasn't vulnerable to greed, but he couldn't shake his neck vertically when asked if it was stoic. He normally put joy and sorrow on the table, and if he was happy with something, he was frightened of something. It would have been quite distinctive in the sense of individuality, but it didn't look like it was coming out of society's average."
Try to remember, Phantom. In his answer, he showed how Marl contemplates again. I wrinkle my beautiful side to her, and I say, "What's important?," said Taro. And "Yeah," said Marr.
"'Cause you, think about it. If you're a normal person, your status, your honor, that's whatever you want, but it's not what makes you want to have something that suits your abilities. Doesn't it make sense that you want at least something in return, even if you don't have the worst of those?
To Marl's answer, "Well," said Taro.
"Normally, I guess, but he was getting a lot of knowledge from experiments that weren't even Locke, was he? Didn't you want to, but you couldn't?
"Well, of course there were places like that, I think. But not all of it should have been, and even if it seems like it, there's plenty to do. In fact, that's what Etta from the Mercenaries has done."
"Uh, you're right when you say it. Normally it's amazing. If you make it, you want someone to admit it or something, do you feel that way? You know, self-explanatory greed... uh, I see... purpose, purpose."
"Yes, that's it. I wonder if brain evolution is an end in itself. It may be fascinating to have a better brain, but the evolution of the brain is not an end in itself, but a means. I wonder if the purpose would be higher order knowledge or something like that."
The two men showed how they had thought into Marr's words, and the voice of excellence was squealed.
"Those who are studying the evolution of the brain, that is how much they are in the galaxy. If that's the supreme purpose, it's a strange story that I was doing research on my own. Even if illegal means were used, that would have made it possible to have someone in the same situation. His actions can't be described as efficient or unnatural."
said Phantom with sharp eyes. Taro nodded at it, "I mean," he continued.
"I was studying the evolution of the brain for something I wanted to achieve alone."
Two eyes nodded in Taro's summary. As Taro put his arms together and turned up, he began to think a lot about what he had said. On the side, Marl does the same.
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Time passed silently. Eventually, when Taro lowered his gaze, he couldn't think of anything, glancing at Marr with a sinister look, then turning his gaze to Phantom.
"Maybe, but does that sound pretty big on the scale?
I think about the possibilities that came to my mind and ask Taro that. And Phantom replied, "Ah," and laughed small. And then Marl said, "Oh, you know what?" He turns a surprise look at Taro.
"Oh no, you know what I mean. The details are refreshing, but directional or distinctive."
To Taro's answer, Marl deepened the wrinkles between his eyebrows. "Maybe," Taro opened his mouth as he waved and deluded himself before he was complained.
"I guess what I've accomplished on my own - or what I have to do alone - means. I mean -"
Taro raised a single eyebrow, clapping his shoulder just to say he was sick of it.
You mean like selling fights to mankind?
Taro said so, turning to Phantom. Phantom didn't say anything, but he didn't deny it, he just had a straight, serious look on his face and his gaze at Taro.
In Taro's head, once found in Coleman's facility, was a portrayal of Wynd.
Every time, however, you bring a suggestion with you. "
The Delta system echoed Dean's overwhelming voice in a luxurious room set on the first level of Station 1. It was a reception room for visitors, used by Imperial Army officers.
After discussions with Marr and Phantom, Taro was asked by Xiaomei about the survival of the facility officials. That seemed to have been examined by Xiaomei at the request of Phantom, and although it was requested in the foreword that it was not certain, it was of the kind that it was really found.
And I'm here now, precisely to meet those involved.
"Yihihi, but there was also a story that Mr. Dean would gain?
Taro rubbing his hands in his mid back, like a bad merchant in a comic book. Behind him, on the couch opposite Dean, sits three men, Marl, Liza and Xiaomei, with Phantom the escort standing still in front of the entrance door.
"Hmm. I won't deny it, but I appreciate it this time around."
"Oh, this one's a little......... oh, no, what do you think? Depends on the outcome."
A narrower gaze from Dean is pointed at the tall leaning neck. "Haha," he said to Taro, laughing bitterly, but Dean has waved, "Well, fine."
"I've never been able to sell thanks in any way. 'Cause I'm gonna be buying you high."
When Dean said that, he took his mobile device out of his chest and started to do some manipulation. Then, in no time, a knock was made at the entrance and the door was opened.
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What emerged from the entrance was a man believed to be in his thirties. Upon a brief physical examination by Phantom, he proceeded silently to his feet and stood beside Dean. He didn't look frightened in the face, he just looked like such a grumpy face, like he was doing something troublesome.
"Let me introduce you, 'cause that's a weird story. I brought you here at your request."
Said Dean as he kept his back deep on the couch. Everyone's gaze gathers on the man, except Dean, and the air gets nervous.
"He is the CEO of Zylstrategic, an integrated barracks support company in intercompany warfare. As we know, we are responsible for taking over the legacy of the Mercenaries, as well as compensation for example institutional personnel and their reintegration into society"
When Dean explained that, the man bowed his head small. Taro had seen it several times in his seat about post-war compensation, and it wasn't a face he didn't know.
"His name is Samuel Campbell. Of course, it's a new one prepared by me, along with my face and my family registry. For you, it would be easier to say that one of the former Mercenaries CEOs, But, well, it doesn't seem important there. Honestly, I was surprised to hear from you guys. It looks like your original name was an alias too... again, can you tell me your original name?"
That's what Dean said, but he glanced at the man in a boring way. Of course, there's no way a man has a decision to make - his opponent is an imperial general - the man nodded silently and opened his mouth.
"Joachim. It's a name I stopped using a long time ago, and it's been a while since I've spoken it, but the first name I've been given is Joachim."
When the man said so, he snorted one ironically, and went on.
"Joachim... it's Joachim Enfo Coleman"