Even after Dean left, the hearing against Coleman took place over the following hours. He was the first living witness to Coleman's entanglement to come here, and there were many things to ask.
How many facilities are there left?
Has anyone else gone out like him?
What Dean calls an army traitor.
Is that all the results of the research? What is your relationship with Wynd?
The frustration that had accumulated until now was thrown up, and the question was repeated anyway, from important things to roughly irrelevant things.
Of course, maybe I don't need to hear everything at once. Joachim Coleman didn't seem to have the idea of running anywhere, at least, nor did he, as he also said, have any secrets he wanted to keep.
But I still needed to hear as much as I could.
".................. hey. Shouldn't we be hiding for a while, after all?
Taro called from behind to Coleman, who stood in front of the door, near the exit of the room, which was a rather late hour after a one-street hearing. Coleman then turned around slightly, letting Big Daddy shrug his shoulder.
"You want me to wrap lead around your head and live? Of course I can't prevent that, but in terms of inconvenience, it's the same thing. I'm sorry."
BISHOP is used everywhere in the living area and people are always connected to the network to live. That's common sense in galaxies, with exceptions such as astronauts. So that's why...
"If you step outside, keep burning. - It's possible, isn't it?
Let me open my gripping hand, Taro. Besides, Joachim laughed with his nose like he was bored.
"If that was what you were going to do, it would have happened before you got here. When I was summoned by the general, I thought I'd tell you everything."
With that said, Joachim took a step outside the room with Taro on his butt, who was pulling back.
"If you can ask again, you should contact the General. I guess I'll always be under that control in the future. But I think we've talked more or less about what's important."
When Joachim said so, he walked out with the same boring look he had when he came. Taro was surprised to see how it was going, but especially since nothing seemed to happen, he lowered his chest.
"Oh, no. Another important thing happened."
Fu and Coleman stopped and said.
"The voice of the example was giving us one promise. If biological creation is the purpose of the voice, then our purpose was that promise."
Coleman emits as he turns his back on Taro. Turning only his neck to the side, he went on further.
"They're inviting us to join Eden. New Eden is a small reproduction of Eden. Of course it's not paradise or anything like that."
Unlike previous sarcastic ones, provocative laughter. Coleman looked into Taro's eyes, he said.
"Find Earth. Eden is there."
Particularly uncharacteristic, but somewhere dim, murderous conference room. Only a long desk or a lined chair could be seen. There, there were dozens of men and women.
"As the material I gave you suggests, these values far exceed our expectations"
Said the woman in possession of the dossier. Human beings on this occasion, not just women, were uniformly dressed, with the letters IN self-asserting on their chests.
".................. Hmm. Otherwise, I'm not giving you permission in the first place."
The man with the highest number of stars on his uniform said so in a transverse manner. He threw it on his desk as he perched up a bunch of materials looking bored.
"Paper mediums and such are ridiculous. That's it."
See it on BISHOP Compared to that, reading information printed on paper is much more laborious. Even though there was no alternative in the circumstances, there was little that could be done.
"That being said. Sometimes just in case."
You must have felt intimidated, a woman said in a slightly trembling voice. The man, his boss, looked at it satisfactorily and waved to Eagle Deep.
"More than that, bring the plan forward, maybe twenty months. Half the time, at best."
The conference room is obsessed with the man's remarks. Something that is obviously distorting your face enough to tell with it, or someone who secretly discusses it with his neighbor. Various things, such as those who are likely to lose their heads even now.
"I could have been sniffed by a troublesome opponent. I don't know what else to do."
When the man said so and stood up, he walked away from the scene saying that there was no longer anything to say.
The conference hall, where the man was gone, was quickly engulfed in chaos.
The man snorted uncomfortably as he overheard the sound of a leak from the conference room.
"Find Earth, hey..."
At the bridge of Pram on his voyage, Taro blurted that dialogue, which he did not know several times. Words released from Coleman circled through his head.
"You were just fine. After all the roundabout, I feel like I'm back on track."
Something tells me Marr is fixing the meter, and he said it without stopping. Taro replied unmindfully, "Well," he turned his back on the seat.
"............... really, what's going on with the earth"
From Coleman's story, I see a deep relationship between the voice of the example and Eden. If we assume that the planet is Eden, we won't have a choice but to have a lot of bad imaginations springing up.
"I don't know about that, Mr. Taylor. It's time to arrive."
Xiaomei, rarely remaining in the sphere, said as she rolled at Taro's feet. As Taro raised his gaze, he looked up at one of the planets displayed on the display.
Eden.
God.
Earth.
And voice.
The Tarrandas knew these words. Taro remembered well when these words appeared in focus.
Planet Newk.
And that's where they found it, the ancient navigation log.
As Taro expanded those image data taken by Marl onto BISHOP, he stared at what was written there.
"When the record is old, first of all, I'm pretty sure."
Taro shrugged and murmured. And I get a "yes" voice back.
"The Department of Advanced Science and Research has investigated it and confirmed that it will be at least 4500 years old."
Xiao Mei rolling over the operating board speaks with her usual expressionless voice. Taro continued while uttering words that were too irresponsible from the standpoint of "such a ministry, did it exist" and so on.
"I don't know what's going on with the fleet, but there's been a lot of crap since we left Eden. Is that what Coleman said?
"Unknown at the moment, Mr. Taylor. But it's also true that there are many words, situations, etc. that match unnaturally."
"Right. At the end of the journal, God gave me a blueprint for an override device or a drive device, and this is the same unpublished physical formula Joachim Coleman said ~. The one who said," Trust me. "It's obvious over-technology from the level of technology at the time, right?
I remember Alan speaking out in amazement when Taro read this verse. From the naivety of a replica of the hull at the time it was in the museum, it was something that did snort that seemed unlikely.
"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. However, overall, it will be. There will also be no zero chance that only drive particle physics was developing ahead of time after some coincidence overlapped. At least there should be a degree of likelihood that you are now a non-virgin"
"I'm always complaining that's so likely, hey!!
"Yeah, of course, Mr. Taylor. When you throw the ball at the wall, there must of course be a degree to which it slips through the wall. I believe in Xiaomei."
"Ho. By the way, what are the odds of that?
"There's more, Mr. Taylor. As we don't know, there is a point where you said that the text of the flag you found on the ground matched exactly with the flag of it, known as the United States in your memory. This would be a good basis for thinking about our connection to the planet."
"Goddamn it, I thought you'd be through anyway. Um, gashkook? What the hell is that? Place name? That's what I said?
"... no, excuse me, Mr. Taylor. You can forget it. Let's change the grounds. The Galactic Empire has a history of roughly 5,000 years, and the items that were in the museum are presumed to be from the early days of the empire, to be reckoned with backwards. We can assume that our common perception is far more relevant than the human single planetary development, or diffusion from Earth."
"Right. It's not inconvenient not to be able to send important data on a solid network. It'll take days just to talk to you, Taylor, and you'll hate it."
When Taro said so, he was fed up with the planet Newk on the display. There must have been a Dr. Aljimov there who issued a report that there had been significant progress in Earth exploration, and I am glad of course the progress itself, but having to travel all the way from the Delta system to Rome and to New York was quite stressful.
The reason I had to, of course, was in the voice of the example.
"There's nothing more we can do than hide and act on the other side. I have no idea what network is safe at the moment. Rather, be pleased that other communications are normally made. It's easier."
I guess I finished the work, I said it in a way that Marl, with his face up, had somehow objectified. "Well," Taro agreed vaguely with it, "as she was doing, I saw Newk in the front once now.
The little planet inhabited by man was nothing different from what he had visited before, just a blurry brown figure.