The Summoner is Going

"Grandma, I'm coming."

"Have fun"

"Gran Baba - Hugs"

"Cocksucker."

"Hi!"

I lift up my great-grandchildren and cheek.

These kids grew up, too.

It's hard to feel the weight because it's under low gravity, but I can tell.

And they're really sweethearts!

"I wish Grandma could come with me"

"It's okay. I've been there many times already."

"Yes, but... your grandmother is withdrawing from her official duties..."

"Fine. Holla, you can't keep your wife waiting, can you?

"Ugh, yeah."

My grandson remains a sinister expression.

You can't look like that, can you?

Kids, that's what I'm looking at!

When I dropped off the grandchildren and their great-grandchildren, I looked at the planet under my eyes.

The first devastated planet I saw was still beautiful.

Beautiful as ever.

There is a change.

Until half a century ago, areas where desertification was progressing were noticeable.

Now the greening is progressing and looks brighter.

The Earth itself has become a huge natural park, no, a World Heritage Site.

Going to Earth for the holidays has become a classic and a place for people to relax.

I can't believe we're having these days, huh?

I envied the younger generation, who had not experienced the state of the devastated planet.

"My lord, the time for the meeting is approaching..."

"A little more, stay like this"

"But..."

"And I hope you don't call me Your Excellency..."

"I can't, my lord"

How many times have we had this exchange?

I was a member of the Sage Council.

It has the role of advising the upper echelons of government in a kind of advisory body.

It's a bit of a hassle, but I couldn't say no.

What's the reason?

Because I was once the representative of the refugees, the interim chief.

Besides, he was the first chief.

I couldn't be irrelevant.

At first, I was simply called representative.

Later, I rubbed it a lot because of what I would call the status.

The Prime Minister, the President, the Führer, the Secretary, the President of the Commission...

At the end of the day, I pushed through as a delegate during my tenure.

From my successor, he settled down in the president, but...

For some reason, the title of First President has been added to me!

My lord has been called since.

Neighbourhood guards have also become constant.

"My lord!"

"... okay."

Earth is the home of mankind.

Don't get dirty.

And you can't leave.

Words heard many times from 'Him'.

I fully agree, too, with the words I have spoken to everyone.

It was also natural to make it harder to get away from here.

Beautiful Earth.

Makes me want to watch forever.

Still, I need to be at the Sage's Conference.

Because 'he' will also attend the meeting.

"He" is a credit for fulfilling the reconstruction of the planet.

'He' is a meritorious man who saved humanity.

"He" is essentially the leader who led us.

Then again, I still don't know who I am.

Most opinions are advanced artificial intelligence.

Actually, I don't have a lot of opinions about humans.

There was even an opinion that Teng himself had cornered mankind on the brink of total annihilation.

I still remember vividly the days when I interacted with 'him' in the control room of the relay station.

Call me a screwball.

"... that means freak in slang, right?

"Exactly."

"Is that okay?

'I don't mind. I'd like to deny that I'm a freak, but I don't think I can.'

That's what 'he' said in a self-derisive way at the time.

You entrust the future of humanity to freaks?

I'm the one with the head!

I was convinced at the same time.

This is artificial intelligence?

Impossible.

So I thought 'he' was human.

That hasn't changed yet.

It was just a long name to call it a screwball.

It was supposed to be called simply 'him' to everyone before time went by.

Sometimes I used to call 'him' a screwball as if I remembered.

There are many mysteries in such a 'he'.

Numerous over-technologies were used for reconstruction.

How the hell are we gonna do this?

I got an explanation, but I couldn't keep up with my understanding.

I have a strong impression that 'he' himself, has not grasped it.

That's why I thought he was human.

I thought I'd ask, but reconstruction was a priority.

At the time, there was not enough time.

How about now, huh?

I'm already a hundred years old grandmother.

There are already eighteen grandchildren, and fifty or more to the great-grandchildren.

I think I'll still pass in my sixties if it's just the exterior.

Because I have medical nanomachines to maintain my health.

Still tired.

I was exhausted.

Running around to fulfill the reconstruction, those angry days.

It has been more than twenty years since I left my official duties.

Still haven't been able to get rid of this fatigue.

I have no health problems.

I'm losing my temper...

There's nothing you can do about being really old.

"My lord, please wait a moment"

"Is something wrong?

"Please stay in the old control room. It's his nomination."

"... just me?

"Yes."

"... okay."

The Wise Men's Conference was over without delay.

The usual status report from 'Him'.

The number of mankind was over two million.

Two hundred thousand new colonies await operation in the orbital core that circles the Earth.

The population continues to grow rapidly, but at the moment it is possible to respond adequately.

Agricultural and industrial plants deployed in Venus orbit on an experimental basis are also operating well.

Others have had an exchange of views on the merits of the proposed move to the moon orbit.

I just don't know why 'he' wants to talk to me alone.

I didn't say I should have said it at the Wise Men's Conference if I needed help.

That seems a little disturbing.

To date, I have asked for more dialogue from him.

From "him," it's unusual.

If I was in the early days of reconstruction, I'd do it every day, but...

And the old control room?

It's not used there anymore.

I just leave it as legacy.

What can I do for you?

Because 'he' is a negative view on the move to the moon orbit, is it?

No, then we can talk at a meeting, right?

... I'll know when I talk to you.

I'll have to go, huh?

That was preceded by a guided drone picking me up.

The guards dropped me off and I decided to head to the old control room.

Do you miss it?

"Yeah, screwball. There's something I'm not used to, by the way?

"Oh, this or"

I lied a little bit.

What's right in front of you is an integral robot.

You can't forget it if you want to, the way it looks.

There was once a city called Tokyo on Earth.

At the time, robots suddenly appeared in the heart of Tokyo.

It looks terribly like that.

I haven't seen it in person, but if it's over a surveillance camera, I've seen it many times.

Definitely a robot of the time!

"I used to use this."

"... does it still work?

"Move. But it doesn't make the earliest sense to move"

"... I hope so."

'You don't ask me why I brought this up?

"... reason?

"Put on what the robot has."

I've noticed that from the beginning.

It's an old headset.

No, it's a simple virtual reality gear.

Take this?

How could you?

'Cause I want to check.'

"What?

"I'll know when I put it on."

I wore that virtual reality gear.

The next moment, I was taking it off!

Because I was surprised at the first screen I saw.

Anazerlink Saga Online.

Definitely that front page!

Nearly eighty years ago, why?

You think the server's still alive?

"How could this be!

"Try me if I can log in"

"... yeah."

If in doubt.

Yes, but I can't sort it out.

I'm wearing virtual reality gear again.

I moved my gaze and manipulated it and tried to login.

'You are already logged in with the same biometric'

Error?

... This is crazy.

Someone's logged in using my biometrics?

Who the hell did?

How?

"... this biometric code... and I got an error, or what?"

"Screwball! Explain, will you?

"There's that too, but I have to apologize first."

"... what?

'It was too late to realize it wasn't you. I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart'

"... Huh?

"Mr. Fina. Don't you have any idea who I am now?

I have no words.

Fina, what is it?

Right.

Yeah, sure.

Now, if I were you, I'd think of someone!

"... Keith, is that you?

"Yes."

"... it's too late. Yikes!

I slapped the robot in the arm.

I kept beating him.

I can't spin words.

So I kept tapping.

Maybe I'm crying.

And I guess I'm even laughing.

It was like a mountain if you had any doubts, but now it's the end of the story.

"There's something I want to talk to you about. It's like a mountain..."

"... so am I."

'Shouldn't you stop hitting me?

"... because I want to, I will!

'If it's a grudge, I hear it. Because I'm totally sorry!

"... keep it up, then, be beaten up!

"Yes..."

My hands were hurting, but I kept slapping.

My heart gets lighter.

It was comforting for some reason.

Only when I was holding the robot's arm.

He kept hitting me as I hugged him.

Hey, Keith?

Humans, it sounds like we're going to have a reunion that we don't expect to live for long.

So please.

Let me stay like this now!