"Didn't you make it... It hasn't been that long since he died. We should get there a little sooner. Too bad."
Seeing the body still bleeding, Friedman speaks with a sad look.
"You were relaxing and having tea. It hurts..."
"Don't say anything extra!
Mika gives you a pretty strong ear for number two.
"You're scarred like a beast caught or bit you. A big cat-shaped carnivore? Or is that the bass battle creature or something?
He leaned to the side of the body, and No.11 said:
"Number two! You said space distortion! Did they kill you in the subspace?!? Is that why you didn't see it, even if you had a GPS reaction!?
"Yes... maybe. But this is because subspace is also subspace... pretty yul... Yul's response to GPS, even if it's invisible, is that the radio waves are out. There's still shaking, and even if we were to move the subspace, we'd be tracking it as we drove long distances, right? One dimensional uneven world could be quite widespread..."
Asked by Mika, No. 2 answers in a toothless tone.
"It's just a guess, but I've heard a lot about it before. A fox monster I knew built a much larger subspace inside the shrine than the shrine, and even one inside. I thought this was it too. Subspace tunnels, dragging about one building into the subspace junction, it's not that size, it's more shitty. Is that really a super wide subspace with one dimension uneven? Or a substitute for alienating a wide space within a narrow space, like in that fox monster..."
"I don't know, I mean, can't you get me out of here?
Friedman asks, anticipating the timing of the interruption of the explanation of number two.
"I can create subspaces, too, but I have limited applications, and interfering with subspaces that already exist and opening doors... if I don't try, I don't know if I can do it. But I hope you don't expect me to"
Yes, preface, and then number two concentrates his consciousness in the space where the body is.
"No... In the first place, I just open and close mobile subspace pockets, and I've never done anything other than space manipulation before. But..."
"But what!?
"I knew the distortion of space was yul. With a little more power, maybe I can do it, right? So... where's my hand at empowering me with the power of song number thirteen?
"I see! But......!
Nos. 13 and 7 are traveling abroad for work on the street and will not return until tomorrow.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Until then, let's do as much research as we can!
And, Mika.
"Some GPS movements have stopped. Some have not come here. Those who have gone into this mountain forest have little hope, but those who have not yet come... may be able to protect them"
Friedman expands the map with a holographic display, referring to the day after.
"We're one person approaching western Euthanasia right now. This is it. Let's try to make a hurry. Once in the woods - number two, if your hypothesis is correct, it's not something I've figured out where you're going to get lost in a space of different dimensions, but it's going to be hard to think outside the mountain forest zone on a boulder."
"Copy that!"
Following Friedman's decision, Mika and the others got back in the car.
With the addition of True and Midori and Tired, Junko, Biton, Mario and others were asking in detail from the mouth of Hot Jiro and Theodore what connection he had with Isaac Friedman and who he was.
"When I was dealing with him as a shadow warrior, I had little emotional ups and downs myself, so I had no impression. But now... hey... no, I think you're a bit of a sloppy person, not a bit"
And, Theodore.
"You have the impression that you don't know the world. Besides, I can't grasp people's minds. It doesn't mean you can't care at all, it doesn't mean you're not going to care at all, but like Theodore just said, it's uneven, so you can't turn out... I mean, I can't read the air."
This is Hot Jiro, referred to in terms of tannins.
"When I joined the team of Mad Scientists as a researcher, I worked with Friedman on several occasions. On the other hand, if it's dusty, I can be in Baste. I failed a massive experiment I did without permission, and it just disappeared so that I could run away without taking responsibility for building B."
Remembering that the end of the day was difficult, Hot Jiro took a small sigh of sigh.
"Hmm, as a scientist, I have a respect for Professor Friedman, hey. I've never met him in person."
and Junko.
"Oh... I don't know if it'll be a dossier to get to know him, but I want you to see this"
Theodore projects a holographic display, copies it and flies it in front of everyone in the reception room.
"We didn't pull the birth trap."
"There's no talent for excellence in something, no head, no money, no guts to go to good school. But if we weren't bottom workers, society wouldn't be turning. Yet.
More than 99% of the world's wealth is monopolized by less than 1% of humans.
"You're like a slave."
'We are kept alive for some people to have good thoughts. More of a livestock than a slave?
"Ancient, medieval, recent, and modern times are much the same. A very small number of pyramid societies continue to exploit large numbers. This schematic will never cover it."
That was a substitute for putting the writing on the bulletin board site together on the summary site. The thread is a substitute for dealing with inequality issues.
"This... Friedman has shown me. The honest voices of the poor. But he said something because it won't be passed on to the wealthy. It was not long before I was made a shadow warrior."
Theodore speaks with a complex look.
"Friedman told me something similar. There's a verse like he hated capitalist society."
"Did you want to plant your ideas on a clone?
"Don't look that way."
Says Hot Jiro, Tired and Biton.
"I don't know about the claim that the structure doesn't cover it. Hey. I'm just a little bit, but I think humanity is making progress on a spiritual level, or getting better. It's a slow walk, and sometimes there's stagnation and retreat."
and Junko makes a conclusion.
"There is no perfect human being, no human being can be perfect, no perfect society can be created. But that's why I don't throw it. It makes sense to go up there. It's worth moving on. That's how people have progressed. Well, spiritual progress is pretty slow."
Look at Theodore, still Junko speaks. Hearing about Junko, Theodore was relieved. It made me feel a little easier. The private oilfielder I am is the kind of organization that capitalist demons are, but therefore I become aware of the worse.
"But surely, from the people up there, it's very convenient to stay poor and stupid at the bottom. Because we need a workforce. There were times when Japan was once said to be 100 million total middle-class, but from the people up there, we can also say that it was those days that were out of balance. But as a result of creating inequalities and making the rich richer and the poor richer, the number of people unable to have a family has increased, the number of children has increased, and the workforce is not enough."
Theodore also knows the subsequent development of Junko's story as knowledge. The missing workforce was covered by immigrants, but from there, large numbers of mafias broke in and security deteriorated. Those who brought in immigrants were slaughtered after being criticized for being national bandits in politics and commerce. And something backwards was born.
"Professor Misaki seems to be close to Professor Friedman."
Junko changes the subject.
"But you can't call me Bitons because I'm not close to them."
"Oh, I don't want to see his face. I don't know what else to do."
Bitons throw up instantly against true words.
"It's bad for Mr. Bitton, but I'll ask him on the phone."
Junko calls Misaki and explains the situation.
"He said he'd be here after business. Looks like he's putting it in now."
When I heard Junko's report, it was a bitton that I wanted him to stay put all the time.
"Mario... I think I am now"
Seeing a bunch of grievances written on the display, Theodore thinks.
"If I get a great deal of power, I'll reach out to these people as much as I can... No, is that arrogant thinking"
"I'm not arrogant. That would be a pure wish."
Put your hands on Theodore's head and Mario speaks softly.
"Right...... Well, I'll try my best."
Hearing Mario's words, Theodore broke his mouth.