Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Can't get a buyer? Oh, is that true?

Taro removes the spanner with surprise. Marl picks it up, "It's dangerous."

"Yes, there is. Business is the first time there are buyers and sellers. There's no way anyone wants military armoured plates at a country station like this. If you think about it, you deserve it... it was a long way off, honestly."

When Taro receives the spanner from Marl, he returns to dismantling the waste product.

"Well... if you ask me. Sure. You feel like you can't sell machine guns to peaceful villages."

"I'm allergic, but that's the way it is. I guess I'll just have to go sell it somewhere more crowded or needy. I know it's the army you want the most, but then, no doubt, who's going to get where you came from?"

"I wish I could spare him that," Taro said to Marl's voice. He didn't think he had something behind him, but he wanted to avoid trouble if he could.

"Look, this is a galactic god telling you to stay here. Where Iceman embarked on a journey without knowing how to walk under gravity, he ended up frustrated by a lack of common sense."

Marl with a slight face. Taro turned his back, but he also thought that what Marl was saying was not a mistake.

"Well, that's actually the problem... I'm sure Xiao Mei can do something about it, but there's something wrong with him, too."

"That sounds a lot strange, Mr. Taylor. I'm only AI, not human. I think it's common sense as AI, right?

"It's a lie!! That's what AI like you do!!

"Oh, that's really a lot to say. I feel sorry for Xiao Mei."

"No, no, listen to me, Marl. It's terrible, this guy. Come on."

Three people looking soothing. At first glance it didn't even look like the usual extreme idyllic routine, but Taro felt somewhere shabby. And that's probably not his fault, and I'm sure Marr would feel the same way.

"- I feel like it. Don't you think it's awful?

"Hehe, that's not your fault... Now it's time"

To Marl's words, Taro confirms the time indication within the BISHOP. That showed a regular time to finish the work as usual, and it was even a welcome time, if ever.

"Oh well... then that's it. It was three months in a flash, but it was fun. I've studied a lot, and I've got a decent salary."

Taro removes his work gloves when he winks and offers his right hand. The new contract prepared with Marr is for life support for a period of three months, and today falls due.

"Thank you so much. Thank you so much... I wish I could..."

Taro with a serious-looking look without when. Marl raises his own hand slightly in such a tall way, but lowers it powerlessly after how lost he is.

"No, you can't. There's no reason to help you."

"Ha... Well, you are..."

Unsullied air and silence.

Eventually Marl takes his gaze off Taro and glimpses the exit.

"Excuse me for taking it in. Miss Marr, Mr. Taylor. I have one apology to make."

Did you interpret it as a help boat to intolerable silence? "What the hell, change it," Marl said with some smiles.

"Yes, Miss Marr, about the contract you once again drew up as support for your life for three months, but this is Mr. Taylor. I was forgetting to get your approval. It's called" accidental. "

To Xiao Mei's voice, two pompous expressions. The look on Marl's face makes me feel like I've noticed something.

"Oh, yeah. You also make the mistake of being an AI as close to a human as Xiaomei... ok, never mind... the... thanks"

"No, this is where you thank and apologize, Miss Marr. So, I'm sorry, but the consideration imposed on Miss Marr is not a three-month life support, but" immediate life support. "

I got there and finally realized the situation, Taro. He shifts his gaze to Marr as he turns his surprise expression toward Xiaomei.

"Look, look, just like I said, right? There's something wrong with this guy. That's why we're the only ones worried. The truth is, I just want to set you free, too. Look, I got a contract."

"Yeah, right. If that's what's happening with the contract, there's no choice... hehe, Xiaomei. Isn't it?

"Yeah, that's right. But Miss Marr. From the income from the hull materials that could have been disposed of, Rockboy's repair costs have been paid. If you stop supporting Mr. Taylor's life at the moment, you'll be out of contract."

Marl deliberately said "Soka" to Xiao Mei's voice.

"You're in trouble getting caught by the Imperial government for defaulting on your contract. I can't pay the station anymore, so they're gonna take Rocky away... er... that... yes, I'm telling you, it's for Rocky!! Never for you!!

"Wow, I know. I know... but thank you so much for the line on Temple Street. It's a little touching to hear it raw."

"What are you bumping about... come on, look. Let's go."

Marr grabs Taro's hand, which was left up, and runs out.

"We have to work out a plan. You don't think I can handle a ship anyway, do you, Locke? I knew I had to do it without you."

Taro, starred, laughs bitterly with his hands drawn.

"I will definitely find you!!

Although somewhat overwhelmed, Taro is

I responded to that by holding my hand hard instead of answering.

"First, we need to create a company."

In a narrow junkyard office, one with two people to hang out with.

"Ya, sorry. I can't see the story at all. I don't know, if you're not a company, you're not gonna let me travel."

"Yes, I am."

"Whatever it takes, it means something. Oh man!!

Marl holding his ear to the cries of Taro.

"It's not like the trip itself is forbidden, Mr. Taylor. The problem is the time it takes to do that, isn't it, Miss Marr?"

"Yep. If we were to travel through the system in search of the Earth, we would be using Stargate. But normally if you wait in order, you'll be waiting for months, or in some cases years."

"Years!? This is a luxury flight booking status. You want me to sleep in the freeze?

"Well, some people do."

To Marl's sarcastic determination, Taro raises his hands.

"Wow...... don't want to stop being surprised anymore. But, well, is that the fluidity of the story? So you're giving the company a fast pass?

"You're aware, Mr. Taylor. Companies are the organizations that form the core of the Galactic Empire, so they receive a variety of benefits as well as Stargates. At the same time, there will be obligations, but unless you intend to go to the center, you will have no problem."

"Right. We're headed outside, so maybe we'll be okay. There's a way of bribing the gate, but if you can, it's a last resort."

"Well, it also means that the other person holds a weakness... by the way, what is the obligation? Corporate taxes, huh?

"Taxes are separate. Individuals and businesses are together. It would be more expensive for an individual. Duty is a governance mission. I mean, you have to do government work on a regular basis. There's a lot going on here, but I can fix it with money."

In Marl's words, Taro imagines a frequent selective quest in video games. But it was the government that issued it, and I also felt the lack of dreams jammed in the fact that it could be solved with money.

"Hmm... I don't have a good image of government work. I don't know what it is. I have no idea."

To Taro's words, Marl shows how he thinks.

"Uh, basically, I'm here to help the bureau. I don't care what they say, it's just a lot of things... what's so unique about a police mission or something?

"Police? No, no, let's leave that to the main business"

"The main business? About the security company?

Marl in such a way that I really don't know. Taro himself continues in confusion.

"No, a security company? Oh, that? No police? The kind the government organizes with taxes. The police, huh?

"There isn't. I mean, if you make one like that, the Empire will perish in a civil war. I can't believe the police watching 60 trillion are getting more enlarged than those armies. What if there's a rebellion?"

"Sixty trillion... don't be surprised. I'm not surprised anymore."

"Mr. Taylor, by the way, the figure of 60 trillion is for humans only who have a family registration. The actual population is said to be several times that size."

"Ugh, what's a minimum of 120 trillion? That's it. The scale is too different to make sense. Oh, my God. 120 trillion. the number of cells."

When you peel white eyes, Taro leans against the chair sloppily. Marl with his eyes that pulled it off.

"You're an expert, Mr. Taylor. But there are about 60 trillion cells in the human body."

"With me and Marl?

"120 trillion. But don't do it because it's disgusting. I'm a little bit sure there's 60 trillion of them just like you."

"What the hell is that? That's it. It bothers me sooo much but I don't feel like hearing it half the time...... but Marl is right after all. I know nothing too well."

Once again, Taro feels his ignorance and embarrassed by his ironlessness. "Now," Marl said, gently poking Taro's nose.

"It's a company... it's a name..."

Marr begins to put forward a proposal to the blushing and grunting words.

Discussions ensued for a long time, and the lights never broke even when the artificial nights created in the station ended.

And the agenda and issues could not be exhausted as well.