Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Yes, hey, when I wake up, it's Taro, who's absolutely desperate. I guess I'll be dead already, haha."

Taro with his arms up and a hail look. I was going to understand that there was no penetration, but I guess I was hoping somewhere in my mind. Hands down feeling void in a silent space.

"No, I want to at least abandon my virginity and then die...... I'm going to be a virgin!!... Hmm, you're hungry. I wonder what it is."

Taro walks on a floor of pepper and cold metal. For now, I try to be intent on exploring, but that's hard too. Anyway, there are only two places to go.

"You said regular contact would be five years from now. And then it depends on how many years it's been, but do we have to wait up to five years? And tomorrow, if we're lucky? No, no, hey. But you're not even gonna come looking for me because I lost contact? What do you think? I have no idea. Why are you flying into space?"

When Taro enters the room where he woke up earlier with a bump and a grunt, he heads to what appears to be a computer monitor to avoid looking at the forested body as much as possible. I feel nauseated at the appearance of a corpse that has been properly sighted, but I try to ignore it.

"... No, where's the switch? This"

A display on a thin round table, like some in a sprinkled bar. Taro searches for the power switch as he busily moves around it, but he couldn't discover anything like it.

"... you're not!! I just didn't think it meant anything because I couldn't read the letters that it was activated anyway!!

Taro waves his hips for the first time, and now it's time for him to drip out of his vanity.

"Damn, isn't this seriously bad?

Not much has happened since I woke up yet, but Taro is already about to be trapped in despair. As he approached the machine that seemed to have enveloped him, he broadly reached for it.

"Type iv is not completely frozen. You should have fed them regularly. You could even get an oral inoculation...... rock...... if it's a manual control...... the contact... no, it's not. This way. Damn it! How could I do this!

Taro trembles at the unparalleled discomfort of knowing that he shouldn't know. The hand performs the next operation without hesitation, and the head sends in the knowledge of the parts in the eye. The neat operation quickly disassembles the apparatus and switches the automated nutritional supply to manual.

"The handle... this is fine. I don't care that it didn't look good. I'm the only one left anyway. Well, I wonder how it tastes."

When the handle is twisted, the red liquid begins to flow without sound from the tip of the needle. Although Taro distorts his face in disgust, he shrugs it with his fingers and carries it to his mouth.

"Wow, the taste sucks. What is this? You feel like sweet iron by analogy...... yes, that's right. You should be honest. It tastes like blah, blah, blah."

Taro gets sick of looking all alone and starts drinking it with his nose pinched. Just like upside down your mouth trying to drink water directly from the faucet.

"Oops!! Peep, damn, can you drink or something like this!! I'm not a vampire!!

When you punch the contents of your mouth in a grand way, Taro can curse at the device.

"Ha... but you end up with wings to drink. Let's do it next time it gets twisted to death. What else do I need... is oxygen around and water or something for now. I don't know anyone in NASA... can water use this guy's refrigeration function to make condensation? Oh, but if you run out of moisture in the air, you're done... air conditioning..."

Taro can circle his neck with a blur and a grunt. When he finds a duct-like mesh on one part of the ceiling, he turns to it by twisting his frozen sleep device.

"Off the hook...... you don't. That's right. If it falls, it's dangerous. Is this the screw that holds it in place? All right, there's no way you can have a wrench with this!! It's stuck. I've never seen a heptagon or a screw hole like that!!

Taro throws out the metal he had in his hand when he gets off the device, and he lays down on the spot just saying no more. Because the current, unrealistic state of affairs made me wonder why I was doing this.

"Anyway, tomorrow or you'll have help... yes. It must be."

He loses the tiredness that continues to strike his whole body and reaches for the device as he falls asleep. Open the handle you just created and then slightly damage your fingertips with a needle just around the neck of the human type.

"Oh, wow. After all, bee sleep transducers are…………………………"

Tired of thinking about the current situation, which he could not understand any more, he was unconscious, not long after finishing his words.

Disgusting.

Taro wakes up with a strong sense of tiredness and the associated stress.

"My body...... oh, guh!!

He was Taro trying to get up on the spot, but stops to imitate the potato worms on the spot from the pain he feels more than his body saves.

"Damn, how long have you been asleep..."

Taro reaches for the refrigeration unit while withstanding the pain. Nutrients continue to flow from the handles that have been left open, and from the scale of analog weighers showing the amount of residue that is inside, you know the fact that you slept for nearly two full days.

"Whoa, I knew that was not a good idea. If there were more pills in there, you'd starve to death while you were asleep... don't let it spill."

Taro contains nutrients that continue to flow in his mouth when he rubs his eyelids quickly and solidified. I spit it out twice or three times for so much raw odor, but by then my mouth had been largely paralyzed. If I manage to pour that into my stomach, I can lie down and rest my body for a while.

"Ha... I knew you wouldn't come. It's like a place where you have to go if you don't get some cold sleep. That'll take time."

Although it was a very modest expectation, Taro pointed his mouth at the fact that it came off. When he reaches out, he starts writing letters on the ground using nutrients.

"Throw away your virginity, at least, the voice of God. Ichitaro, the sentence of resignation...... Oh, you don't have seasonal language. That, don't you want it? No, it could be a virginity season. Spring."

Taro whines with bumps trying to distract loneliness.

"Well, whatever. - Ah. Someone took this after I died... Read... Read?

He was Taro, who sees letters written with nutrients with a vain expression, where the movement stops perfectly.

"What is this? Oh, that? It's Japanese, right? This. Is that it?"

It should have even written uncomfortably, but I can't read that very word at all. It was not a physical problem, such as because the text was dirty, and he could not understand the meaning of the letter, even though he could be sure that it was visible and fit the shape.

"Ooh, Jesus...... is this pretty spiritually kicking?

I have heard that there are symptoms of psychological stress that make certain things unrememorable. Taro decided he was weaker than he really felt, and decided to stand up with his painful body contained. Because I thought if I hadn't done something, I'd be more useless.

"Do you want to work hard for a moment? Some people helped me drift through the Pacific Ocean. The universe is similar. It's a bit of a silly scale though. Yeah. Right."

Taro finds a slight hope in his words, next to the device he supposedly was in. Stand in front of the device where the human bone remains tucked away. After a while of worshipping with both hands together, I take out some parts that seem to be available.

"It's a heptagon, so what is it? The point is, you just have to be disappointed."

When you take out some affordable parts of the size that comprised the device, you begin to find out if there are any that fit the threaded holes in the duct. Having determined that a slightly larger L-shaped fitting was likely to be available, he tries to shape the fitting with other heavy-looking parts instead of hammers.

"Oh, shit. What a stiffness... what is this? Isn't that iron? Titanium? What?

No matter how much hardware Taro punches, there's not one scratch on it. Having made an early discernment that it seemed impossible to use the parts to open the screws, he now begins to take out the relatively long parts.

"They make it so they can disassemble and assemble without tools on purpose. I was wondering what it cost...... this is a correction. I need something life-threatening."

Taro, who handily disassembled the device, once again attaches to the duct and now begins to insert the parts into the mesh hole. After several unsuccessful attempts to secure the tip of the L-shaped fitting to the net, he now ties the wire to the other side of it.

"Tele-Tetelley. Made by Ammi and Co., Suzu Lengusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Carbon fiber pulls more than twenty times stronger than iron. If you can cut it, cut it."

Taro ties the wire tied to the refrigeration unit he was using this time. Having made sure it was securely secured, he does not hesitate to pull down the red lever behind the device. A fine vibration immediately comes into the room and the device slowly begins to descend downwards.

"Please. I don't know if it's hydraulic. Go away, go away!!

Taro joins hands as he prays.

The descending device eventually stretches and cuts the excess wire.

"Zaru!!?

Something that passes fast in front of you.

Something of it rips off Taro's forehead somewhere, reflecting the ground with a sharp sound and disappearing somewhere. Following that, a net of ducts falling along with a tremendous breaking sound.

"... oh, dude... we have to be more careful next time. That's no different than a bullet. I guess it's best not to have the next one."

When he sees the screws turned into murder weapons lose momentum and roll down the ground, Taro exhales as he caresses his chest down with relief. After waiting for his heart beat to settle down, he pulls up a thin wire that he has hooked up to the ascending lever beforehand.

"Oh, that sounds like a little elevator... arriving. Well, I wonder where it leads."

Taro rode in advance to the rising device. He sighed heavily with anxiety and hope toward the impending dark hole.