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Indoors, often silence descends. The faces looked at each other silently and nodded small.
"Hmm. I thought you'd be surprised or surprised."
Joachim said in an unexpected way. And "no, no," Taro waves in front of his face.
"I'm surprised. It's fucked up. But, well, it was assumed to some extent."
That said, Phantom, Taro remembers the conversation the three of us had with Marr.
Phantom seemed to have noticed thinly for a long time, but Taro was able to reach a similar conclusion in the discussion the other day. Something like selling fights to mankind.
Of course, that was just a bit of a prediction, and something I would have liked it to be off if possible, but when asked directly by the parties concerned in this way, I have to be convinced. To make a fool of yourself for being absurd, the situation is too far apart.
"You mean Wynd is our next? That doesn't seem very realistic."
I guess he was reluctant to be a facility official, Liza, who had been silent until now, said. And Joachim said, "Wynd?" and lean his neck.
"You have a Wynd research facility in your facility. I checked with Alan, and he said that the Imperial Institute hasn't gone that far. Especially around the software...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
The last crunch is small, blurry and tall.
Enigma, one of Rising Sun's major sources of income, is a technique gained by analyzing example laboratories. That still brings huge amounts of profit to me, and it was also where Gigantech was beginning to scatter all over the galaxy.
"I see. If you ask me, I'm sure that was part of it. But I don't even know if it was fate. My voice just tells me what to do, and I never told her what to think."
"Fate, huh? But then again, can you say that trying to create an alternative creature for mankind is just your prediction?"
"Well, don't be. Of course there's a chance he was trying to do something completely irrelevant."
"............... but well, there's no point in betting just on that possibility. Is it realistic to act in preparation for the worst risk and talk about it later when it's off?"
"That's wise."
"Thank you."
When Taro replied with a careless reply to Joachim's careless rhetoric, he decided to spend a lot of time summarizing the current situation.
The enemy - you might call it that - was using an override device and facility equipment to produce the Colemans, the pawns who would be their own hands and feet. We know that there would have been quite a few for quite some time.
The goal was to allow them to carry out the research necessary for the evolutionary improvement of the organism and, in anticipation, to produce the next species to replace humanity. I don't really want to admit it, but holders of human secluded abilities such as Marr, Bella, and Phantom, so to speak, may also be called their accomplishments.
And Alpha has a history of being used as a hunting ground for funds and resources. An Irregular named Rising Sun has put an end to its history, but when it becomes the other universe and system of the galaxy, we still don't know.
However, it has succeeded in rendering the facility, presumably the headquarters, powerless. Essentially, research facilities are more efficient to aggregate, so it is hard to imagine that exactly the same facilities are scattered everywhere. In fact, there were no indications in the New Eden and Dollar databanks that significant data exchanges were taking place, particularly with other facilities.
"It's disintegrating with a mix of coincidences, but can it interfere with something good? But when I realized it, I saved humanity. What about this? You sure you want to be honest with me?
What the story deserves is to recognize the enemy and smash it, so blurry and tall. And Liza says, "I don't know."
"To be the savior of mankind, I think it's a big deal. It may be true that Coleman and the others have been trying to do that a long time ago, but what if it becomes feasible? Isn't this unrealistic, too?
Though I don't know the hard part, Liza has a physical expression like that. But to that allegation, many people nod that they do. The Mercenaries, where Coleman was breathing, were certainly a huge organization, but what if compared to Gigantech? What's more, in the end, the Galactic Imperial Government Army should be the enemy, and that would be enough to compare.
And there, the voice of a general of the Imperial Army is uttered.
"For various reasons, those who take anti-government action are everywhere in the galaxy. Certainly not until Coleman and the others say that they are just one party in it. Well, of course, you deserve a lot of praise for taking care of those miserable people."
From what I struggled with in the war ahead, Taro accidentally laughs bitterly at Dean for cleaning up his enemies with a mere faction. Once again, he said, "Thank you." Now he decided to ask another question.
"As for you, Coleman, well, I kind of figured it out. All you have to do is find out who that voice is and if there are any other facilities, you might have a clue. If a living Coleman gets caught, that's probably the quickest way."
Taro's words overlap with a number of voices of consent. I was also confident that I could do better than the last time I figured out how to deal with it.
"But well, maybe it's all over the galaxy, isn't it? That's why I can't go after it all, so I think I'll just have to be Mr. Gigantech and be Mr. Imperial Army. So, as far as we're concerned, I'm going to try my best to be responsible. That's what I'm asking."
Taro puts aside a few moments and thinks of things you've always wondered about. That was what I had felt from the moment I got into New Eden, a mystery that no one in my crew could give an answer to. When he reconsidered the mystery and confirmed that no concrete reasoning had yet emerged, he eventually spoke of it.
"Where were the people in New Eden? I haven't found a single one."
No one. It was too unnatural for a living facility.
For the purposes of the facility, if it is no longer necessary, it will destroy each facility, especially if it is terminal data or something. However, they still exist in the facility and are still being analyzed by Rising Sun researchers.
But there were just no people.
".................. is there no point in discarding,
What came back from Coleman was a question, not an answer. It was thought that perhaps it was not for him to know.
"You know, it's not the kind of thing that makes life a priority over laboratories and data."
Taro threw up like that and put his arms together to see what was going on. It was quite a while ago, according to the story, that Joachim was expelled from New Eden, and naturally it was expected that he would not know, but it was nevertheless discouraging to find out that that was actually the case.
"Hmm."
A strange word that emanates from Dean, seemingly uninteresting, but still feels with certainty some strong will. Nature and surrounding gaze gather, increasing tension in the field.
"The Delta system is fully managed"
When he put his feet together for eagle fried, he gave Taro a harsh look like he'd normally never seen, slamming out a desk polished with his index finger saggily.
"Literally, totally. Things. Information. Everything, totally. This is the heart of the empire and no exceptions are allowed. I know if there's anything else, but not here."
An inorganic sound called this one, sandwiched between words. I wonder if it seems shabby at any rate because it is not the case that he will be completely disconnected from BISHOP.
"............ I was going to hold everything just this one, but that's a stop. You guys are a party, and it seems like there's a lot you can do to get involved."
The finger that was ringing stops, and it stretches straight toward Taro.
"As you asked, I've washed the central server information group of the Delta system, including around the facility. But there's no such thing as an unidentified person, and the same goes for the flight records about the facility. Given the size of the facility, isn't it 10 or 20 people? It's impossible to hide."
Dean emits, more like talking to someone he doesn't see than to Taro. Taro was certainly staring at Dean, but he felt what Dean was looking at across his body was the only presence.
"The situation is more paradoxical than the absence of a system from Delta that can go without going through Stargate. Which one do you think is the right one? For one thing, New Eden and I didn't originally have anyone. The other is that the contents of the galaxy's best secured databank, which we own, have been rewritten by someone."
When Dean said it was so hard, he lowered his fingers and laughed with his little nose.
"Hehe. With regard to the latter, I had found signs that something close to the old days had been done, but I thought that was it. But apparently, I was wrong. We need to get hungry, too."
Fuji erases his expression and stands up as he does, Dean. He said without looking back as he headed towards the exit.
"Of the army, that would be pretty much up there, too. There is definitely a traitor. Apparently, we need to be able to fight a battle."
Dean turned the door knob and left the room intact.
No one who was there could speak.