"Um, the same view. I don't know what to do with this."
A small room about ten meters square. Taro spilled so, looking at the sandstorm that seemed clear across the thick toughened glass.
"I think it's only a matter of time, Admiral. Even so, some of it's getting weaker than before. When? Only a few percent."
Alan, messing with the terminal at hand in his spare time, said as he relaxed on the seat. This wasn't in a planetary descent boat like before, it was just in a box hanging out on a rope. Naturally, the cockpit did not exist and the driver was not required.
"Yeah. A few percent. That's a hell of a lot of sandstorm energy, right? What are you doing? Can you do something about wind?
Currently, the planet Newk is undergoing environmental improvements with the cooperation of the Imperial Planet Development Organisation, or Terraform Center, and over the years, all were scheduled to regain their appearance as planets much more so than they are now.
"It's a surprisingly primitive way. I'm just putting a lot of wind farms and converting kinetic energy into electrical energy. It seems to be adjusting using the temperature difference, but I don't know because I'm not familiar with it."
Like Alan, Marr, who seemed free on the seat, said with a look that still seemed to yawn. Taro stretched up and peered across the window into her voice, "I wonder if I'll see you soon".
"... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. How much are you making? Insufficient power?"
Cylindrical buildings that have been glimpsed towards the surface. Probably spinning. The feathers don't look good, but I can see from the distance that they are quite large. It was arranged at equal intervals and existed at least in the farthest away persons that could be confirmed by the naked eye. I wonder if there are hundreds to thousands of them just to be seen. Maybe a little bit more.
"That's not true. In other words, it's a cost effective deficit. I don't know about that personally, but I can't help it. Improvement of the environment is a priority"
Cost performance, more like a double-sensitive marl to money, gives me a somewhat fed up look.
"The sand will sharpen your feathers, so you're purposefully generating a physical shield so you don't. It's bigger than power generation. I also considered disposing of the feathers because they use armoured plates, which is subtle given the hassle of replacing them. And labor costs don't make a fool of me."
"I see. I don't want to have anything, but if it turns into heat eventually, is that okay? The temperature is so low. So the basics are based on fusion power? Do you have any other choice?"
"Right. This seems to be surprisingly rich in moisture, and the fuel problem is fine. Plus, sometimes we can send power through cables from space. Whether it's light from the stars or power generation by boat, whatever you want. Look, it's time to get there."
A ladder-based structure that rises from under the eye. While Taro was comfortable with the discomfort that arose from the slowdown, he used to think back about what happened when we protected him from the swarm of winds.
"Taylor, Marr, and Xiaomei, too. Long time no see. Looking good."
It was Sophia, a small salvager in the Wyoming system, who welcomed the arriving Tara. Ex-salvager to be exact, she didn't look like a bunch of old blushes, nor was she wearing a work outfit.
"Aye, Taylor's always fine. Especially when you meet a beautiful girl. Maybe this is also a gift."
Taro flies a wink with a light mouth. He walked out relaxed with everyone inside the rudder base, changing his appearance every time he came, exposed to the tedious gaze emanating from the marl directly beside him.
"Is there a problem with the Foundation? Miss Sophia. If you have any problems, you can tell me anything."
A sphere plum held in Sophia's arm said so while dazzling the lamp.
The main industry currently supporting this planet Newk has begun with the words of this little girl holding a plum. From the carcasses of the enemies that existed to cover the planet, why don't we salvage the armor plates that make it up and sell it as it is.
As a result, industry will grow by the time it becomes one of the stalls supporting the current Rising Sun Group, which is expected to continue to do so for quite some time to come.
The foundation was created by funds that whispered but returned profits derived from such Sofia to the person, and from her name it is named the Sofia Foundation - although the person resisted some -.
The Foundation's activities include employment for the poor, and educational support. The place where Taronda is now walking was an establishment within a surface colony assigned to that foundation.
"Problems are all over the place, but I don't think there's anything I need your help with, uh... Well, the adults run it, and I'm like a decoration."
You seriously think so, Sophia had a somewhat troubled, but unpleasant grin.
"You won't be so modest, Miss Sophia. This is not the case in capitalist societies, such as jobs that are more important than funding. And in your case, it would be a little too radiant to call it a decoration."
On Sophia's hands, Xiao Mei says so in every way. And a little behind that, a few people, who are associates of the foundation, were nodding, yeah, in strong shape.
"If we run the election here, even that general is going to lose"
That's what Alan said with pleasure as he looked up at the electronic paper on the aisle wall. The paper depicts a portrait of Sophia, which the children would have painted. countless across the hallway. That, from time to time, NASA delegates entrusted with the management of New York looked like Olivia, but the numbers seemed overwhelmingly Sophia's.
"We will do our utmost to support the Sofia representative. Rest assured!
One of the foundation officials has a rough nose. "I know," Taro laughed bitterly as he drew slightly to the high morale.
And a while after I started walking. A line around looking at the foundation's facilities, such as the classroom building and the nursery building, stopped him at an institution called the internship building. This area considered the risk of accidents, etc., and existed some distance from other buildings.
"Whoa, you hiccups are fighting. Make it a quick toco. Good luck."
While looking out over the glass at the view, chill out for someone who won't be hearing the taro.
In the large room beyond the soundproof glass, there were about ten men and women in working clothes stuck in recovered terrestrial wines. They seemed to be diligently doing the demolition work while using the tools and something in their hands and occasionally being instructed to do something by someone they thought was the instructor.
"I kind of miss it because I haven't been on the scene lately. Even so, there doesn't seem to be much use in the factory here."
Marl, glaring and narrowing his eyes, is just a little lonely. Nearby areas now are built for those who cannot use BISHOP, or outsiders, and many things were done by hand.
"Some factories have facilities for the general public though. Are you sure you don't want to be that way?
Besides, Sophia asks. And Taro waved, "No, no, no, no." He added, "It's more convenient not to use BISHOP."
"Don't ask me why............... well, I don't know what I'm going to do where I said it. Anyway, thanks for the guide. Thanks, I'll call you back on the way home."
Thalang thanked him so much, and he found out and dropped off Sophia and the others leaving. The foundation group fell out and became four: Taro, Marr, Xiaomei, and Alan. Together, they just tightened their minds a little and started walking again.
"B's 8...... right there. Let's go."
Follow Marl's guidance with the mobile device in his hand and go to the desired location. It said B8 on the board I stuck out. It seemed like a very simple conference room, where no espionage measures seemed to have been put in place in particular.
But there was nothing more important to them today than that BISHOP could not be used.
"Oh, there's the Doctor. Hello, Doctor. Long time no see."
Taro, who confirmed Dr. Aljimov's appearance over the glass, walks inside with a light greeting. When the Doctor noticed him, who looked like he would have difficulty with some paperwork in one hand, he smiled hazy and nostalgic.
"Hey, you look fine and above all. Sorry to bother you so far away."
Sit together in an affordable seat, as urged by the Doctor. After a while but spending on important greetings and updates, an old terminal with materials was eventually distributed to everyone from an assistant - but was it named Daniel?
"It's an old-fashioned product used in NASA. I'm not even connected to the network, and this should be reassuring. Come on, take a look at it from the first page. Unfortunately, it's not just good news, but I'm sure you'll like it."
I will follow the words of the grinning Doctor and operate my mobile device. A simple operation called a touch panel does not differ from what I normally use. All I did was use my hands consciously, the part that I usually think about and move.
Taro slowly began to look at the material while suppressing his feelings for doing so.