Snow Oka Institute, living room. Junko, Midori and Yi watch TV. Tired browses the internet while occasionally watching TV. Truth is, I'm reading Lanobe. Shiatsu is asleep. Blue Nettle is dancing with a twist.
"It is my theory that the greater our dependence on computers, the more powerful people become."
Cornelis Van Damme on TV says in a good way.
'That's why I also put a stove to the development of scientific civilization. Nothing is just science for the growth of mankind. It also includes things like culture, spirituality and creativity. We don't just have to develop scientific civilization, we have to develop other areas.'
'Are you interested in seeing the future ahead of science develop?
'There isn't. At one point, artificial intelligence also controlled chess and bezel, and novels were written instead, but at the end of the day, there was a danger that people would let go of those cultures. I just don't think the world is right for me. They take away people's potential, and let artificial intelligence take over the reign, right? They don't have a teacher profession in China anymore, and the kids are teaching classes to AI, but that's as long as it's different.'
Van Damme shrugs her shoulders and answers the show host's questions. In many countries today, the official participation of tabletop games in artificial intelligence is forbidden, as is the development of AIs that make creations.
"Mr. Van Dam often accuses the press of arrogance, but this way of thinking about Mr. Van Dam is also quite one-way and arrogant, isn't it? I pushed my thoughts and pushed the whole world to think that the development of science itself was evil. That's the kind of air that's completely spreading."
Junko said, feeling a little frightened.
"And when it comes to companies partnering with Grimm Penis, give them vested interests, no matter what they make. I mean, this guy's just doing business."
Yi also looks at Van Dam's skilled face on TV with white eyes.
Tired took his eyes off the net and looked at the fuzzy and true.
Seeing the true Lanobe title I'm reading, I'm taken aback. "I was reincarnated into another world as the strongest elf toddler sister and it was a slow life routine, but the demon king's sister is in trouble battling the dragon's blood TS brave, so I gave her cheesy powers and if she succeeded in both fights in style, she had a loli slave harem. Oh, man. But the Virgin of the Villain Warrant and her engagement are broken. It's the end of being trapped in a VRMMO, 'more than half of the cover was filled with long titles if done in very small letters. Besides, it's in the title until the end of the story.
"Is that interesting?
I was tired of just looking at the title and feeling sick, but I'll keep my mouth shut because I'm pretty sure the truth bends the heso if you say so.
"Yeah, it's a common use around temple content, and the title is a little too long, but the expansion goes on temporarily, the story is hot inside, and it's a work to be drawn to. After I read it, tired too?
"Ah... yes"
I was really tired of not wanting to read it at all, but if I didn't say no, I would calculate that my fondness for true self wouldn't go down either, and I would snort.
"But you even wrote the last of the content in the title."
Yi points it out.
"No, the content doesn't necessarily follow the title. I mean, you can't do that to the last as it says in the title. There's no way I'm gonna rattle you with a title."
And, true.
"But that, the title is a rattle, right? The title was rattled without hinery, so it was tapped on the internet."
When Yi says so, the truth is that after a moment of stiffness, he taps the book and places it on the couch, and stands up.
"Ah..."
Yi also notices his mistakes and puts his hands on his mouth.
As Junko, Tired and Midori were stunned, True left the living room silently, releasing more and more aura.
"I did it...... But don't you think that's a bad title, too?
"Heh... I think the title and Yi brother are bad in 3: 7 ~"
Midori said with a jitty eye to Yi, who excuses himself with a bad look on his head.
"No, private oilfielders are still showing suspicious moves. You think Theodore Theon Demon is coming to Japan?"
I'm compelled to change the subject.
"You're a celebrity among the Demon clan. NGO - He is a representative of the Border Ilane press corps and a member of the Demon clan's Executive Committee. So the Border Irane press corps is one of the organizations that was placed under the wing of the Demon clan."
Tired said. Rather than back streets, as part of Fixer-related information from around the world, Tired also collected information about the area.
"He's like the ruler of the press, but now he's going to use the power of the press to slap the back streets, or something like that?
And, Yi.
"I think that's hard. The Japanese media don't really want to touch the back streets. No, we've been touching each other lately, but we know that if we do too much, we'll be solemnized in the back streets, so we're suppressing it, and it wouldn't be a good hand to use the Japanese media to attack the back streets, no matter how much the border Iranese press corps is said to be a mass media fixer."
"I see..."
Junko denied it, and Yi nodded most likely.
Mr. and Mrs. Cornelis Van Dam and Kate Van Dam rarely meet immediately because they run around the world at work with each other.
Even if they are away, they are in touch with each other indispensably for a day and have a serious conversation over a TV call.
Miraculously, those two ended up working in Tokyo, the same Japan, so that only the night could be a precious time together.
On that day, Van Damme decided to give him the job early, but he forgot that time had passed, and he was immersed in a different task from his job at the Grimm Penis Japan Branch Building.
"Excuse me."
Frederick Katsuura, head of the Japanese branch of Grimm Penis, enters the office of Van Damme.
"Letter? Is it written by hand?
Katsuura is surprised to see a bunch of envelopes and notes stacked on her desk and Van Dam writing a letter in polite Japanese on her note.
"In reply to my fan letter for the book I published."
With his eyes dropped on the letter, Van Damme replied.
"I wasn't motivated by it. But if I have to write back to my wife, she's gonna scratch me. Well, just a little while in your spare time."
Van Dam with no heart or tired voice.
"You can see his wife."
"Oh well, this is already the time"
Looking at the clock, Van Damme stopped working and went in to change.
Van Dam, who is not usually very aware of things like familiarity and fashion, wears a more fine jacket than usual today and leaves the room for underground parking.
"Tonight's bodyguards are former demonstrators who became fortified vampires and constituents of Sea Chihuahua during the previous war against Junko Yukooka."
"Ho."
To Katsuura's report, Van Damme hammers with interest.
Entering the underground parking lot, eleven young men and women who looked familiar aligned and drowned their heads simultaneously toward Van Damme.
"Hmm..."
Seeing the eleven with their heads up, Van Damme leaked his admiration and broke his face.
"After a while, your impression has changed a lot. You look like a warrior. I see you've worked up a lot."
Looking over at the former demonstrators' fortified vampire soldiers, Van Damme says what he thought.
"You remember us..."
One of the eleven, Yoshita Ichikawa, unwittingly gives a confused voice. Other members also had those who put it on their faces and those who did not, but in the wake of Van Dam's dialogue, they did not feel anything.
"I don't remember all of my men's names, faces and data, Yoshita-san Ichikawa. I can't do that on a boulder. I'm not even as touchy as I am with my men. But remember the promising and the competent. Benefits for me - for the benefit of the organization. Whoever is here was worth all I can remember. That's all. We'll continue to improve."
"Ha."
To Vandamm, who says so and laughs niggardly, the eleven tighten their expressions and return a temperamental reply.
"It's a very unpleasant assignment to amulet my date tonight, thank you very much. I don't have a chance to spend a break with my wife."
Eleven faces also broke naturally to Van Damme, who said in a tone of laughter and relaxation.
Enter the back seat in the car.
"You're an unusual thing to be popular with the young kids, Al."
An elderly black woman already in the back seat speaks out with a distorted intonation. He wears an old-fashioned visual aid to his eyes. Hearing aids attached to the ear also perform well but are old-fashioned and bulky.
She dares to use cheaper aids. Even the auxiliary device usually seems to be removed as much as possible. For that reason, some people have the same disability as themselves, but are unable to put on assistive devices, and to stand as close as possible to the same sight as those people, she makes the routine as inconvenient to herself as possible. Of course, when it is necessary to wear auxiliary devices, such as when working or dealing with people.
"If I hadn't met you, I might not have grown up. I'm relieved to think so."
"Ala, you can still see from me that there's no danger, no ordinary people, no Nemo. Yo."
"Oh, really..."
Van Damme laughed bitterly at Kate, who smiled and poked at her harsh words.