Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, help, dubuungu!?

In a gravity-free space, Taro clashes against the wall as he rotates forward. He floats in the direction of the ceiling making sure he stays bounced. Is it the same principle that a billiard bullet is bounced into a cushion?

"Mr. Taylor, I don't mind shagging, but if you stay put, you won't be able to reach the station for long."

"Whatever you say, stop, hahahaha!!

Taro manages to cushion his hands and feet and land on the floor while hitting his elbows and knees badly. He moves to the station pier in a crawling position when he feels like he's never going to make another unusual spin. It would be a pretty creepy fit, but it's hard to replace safely.

"Hey, Taylor. There's a lock from you... Hino! Disgusting!!

Ahead of diving through the sliding automatic door, a woman in a perfect suit who arms herself to look down at Taro. When I say suit, it's not the array worn by a salaried man familiar with Taro, but something with an odd design based on orange. The expression cannot be confirmed because the head is covered with a smoked helmet, but Taro anticipated that he would probably have a rather frivolous face.

"... hey, looks like this way of traveling was too early for mankind"

"Yep... right. Honestly, don't pull."

"Don't praise me that way," Taro laughed in the blindfold and rose to the air again with the momentum as it stood. He remembered the pain when he punched his head earlier and held his head. But Marl grabbed Taro's leg and got nothing.

"I was half-hearted, but you really are a grounder... no one grows up in a station and does such an idiot. This place has a roof, okay, but if it's a blowout, it's just cosmic dust, right?

Taro is pulled to the station side by the wire running through the wall she grabbed while Marl grabbed his leg. The wires appear to be present at every wall height in multiple species of different speeds, and the marl switches the wires one after the other to accelerate gnarly.

"It's not a moving sidewalk, is it a moving railing? Um, Mr. Marr. Isn't it a little too soon!! I'm so scared to have some posture issues, but whoa whoa whoa!!

When Marl hands the rope in its highest position, Taro shouts out to an acceleration so strong that he thinks his legs will fall out.

"You know, you think there's dozens of kilometers from the pier to the station. If I did, the sun would go down."

Stay on your back against the hallway. That's Taro being pulled down the hall at a flying speed. He was about to incontinence with so much fear, but his chest was wrapped with warm excitement. Because there were people in front of me who would give it back if they uttered words, and there were many different people in the hallway.

"............ beautiful"

Inside the station. Taro, who finally arrived with a crawling body crawling there where gravity existed, squeals so when he sees Marr's face with his helmet off. Red hair in green eyes. And big eyes on the nasal muscles I went through. It was the low height, but the body line visible from the intimate suit had great objects.

"Really? Thanks. But even if Iceman says so."

"Iceman?"

"I'm talking about someone like you who woke up from frozen sleep. Wait a minute. I'm going to make a registry of ships and your family registry. Excuse me."

When Marr says so, he unconstructively pulls out one piece of Taro's hair. When she looks at it with a frigid odor, she walks toward some sort of operating terminal.

"Well, tell me first... but I see. Do you want to register with DNA? Or is it that easy to make a family registry?"

A whining word to no one, but Xiao Mei, suspended by his belt, answers it.

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. The neural network of the Galactic Empire stores DNA information for all registered residents. If the DNA on that hair doesn't match any of the others, you'll be registered as a registrar without any problems."

Taro replies thoughtlessly to Xiao Mei's words "yep". I didn't know what the word neural network meant, but I imagine he would probably be like the Internet.

"But that's an awesome amount of people... is this it? It's like an airport gate."

"Yeah, I think you're right about that perception, Mr. Taylor. It can't be technically the inside of a station until it goes over the front visible gate"

"I see. That's the thing. On the other hand, if you don't cross that, you don't care if you don't have a family registration.

"You're aware, Mr. Taylor. It's good for people who don't have a family registry under various circumstances to do business here or something. Still, the entrance fee will be collected, so it's not a bad thing for the station. No hassle, no use of resources. So it's a good customer."

Taro observes people moving around at all costs as he exhales a sigh of admiration at Xiao Mei's words. It's not like there's an octopus-looking creature out there, or a dwarf-sized human being. Speaking of things different from the Earth, are people's skin, eyes, hair colors, etc. overflowing with a wide variety?

"That's a little disappointing... I was hoping for some worm-shaped alien or something"

"Do you mean insect type, Mr. Taylor? It doesn't mean it doesn't exist in imperial territory, but it doesn't seem to be common in this system."

"Are you there!! Seriously!?

I've just been told it's not common, but Taro looks around with slight expectations. Naturally, I couldn't find what you were looking for, but instead, I discover some feathery humans and horny humans.

"Seriously, half of it. Hey...... whoa, Xiaomei, Xiaomei. Is that robotic?

At the tip of Taro's pointing, a man who appears to be a man-made robot with a shiny metal body. Faces made of realistic shapes look like watching humans all the time, but the joints of machines such as elbows and knees are peeled out, showing smooth behavior every time they move.

"Yeah, that's right, Mr. Taylor. It would be a cyborg if organic material was used, but that would probably be a robot. Looks like the newest type of body from what I've seen. As long as I envy you."

When Xiaomei says so, he turns and shows Taro's created wheels twirling.

"Well... I knew you'd like that body too. I'm sorry to hear that. That's right, when the ship sells and the money comes in. I'll buy a body like that for Xiao Mei."

"... thank you, Mr. Taylor. But just how you feel is fine. That is a very expensive substitute. There will be a lot more to use now than that."

"Ya, but... Ah, you're back"

Taro finds Marl at the edge of his gaze and raises his hand gently.

"Yes, a family registration card for the registration of the ship's registry. Now you're an Imperial citizen, too. Also, I don't like the relationship, so please sign this. It's your and mine."

Taro receives a black chip with his raised hand.

"What is it? SD card?"

"No, I'm not. How old are you from? Say that's a pulse chip...... oh, already. Lend me."

When Marr takes the chip from Taro in a fed up manner, he presses it against Taro's forehead. Honestly following Marr's words "launch BISHOP," Taro could confirm the addition of a function called "contract of sale" on BISHOP.

"This is the chip for sending the data directly as an EEG. As you may know, nothing in the BISHOP function group is just a program. The database also handles functions. I can't remember the dictionary because it's temporary."

Taro relaxes back to Marl's words, "It's convenient," as he glances at the contents of the contract he's been sent. The contents are that the promises exchanged earlier will be put into practical use as is, which is neither unfavourable nor advantageous for Taro.

"What can I do with this... Oh, I see. Connect with the signature function and sign. OKOK. Xiaomei, I'm not sure about my contract or anything, but this is okay, right? Don't they charge you a lot later? Here's the contract certificate. More!! Like."

"You've seen too many movies, Mr. Taylor. That and pulse chips can only get information in direct contact. Can you send that to me, too?"

"Oh, really? That's right. Otherwise, it's information. It's leaking... ho."

Taro peels off the chip that was sticking to his forehead and sticks it on the lamp part of Xiao Mei.

"... Yes, that's fine, Mr. Taylor. There seems to be no problem with the content of the contract. I am concerned by the ambiguity that the consideration imposed on Miss Marr is" immediate support for life ", so to speak. but that would be enough to trust given Miss Marr's character there. Right, Miss Marr?

Calm voice color of Xiao Mei. When Marl returns a bitter laugh at it, he gently slaps Xiao Mei's body hanging from Taro's hips.

"You're better than the owner. I'll recreate a well-written contract next time around. Is that okay?

"Yes, of course, Miss Marr. After all, you seem to be trustworthy."

Marl making a smile and a voice of faceless plum, as usual.

But Taro felt that Xiao Mei's voice seemed really fun.