Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Search for Dunga...... hmm I knew nothing would come up"

When Marl whines alone in his room, he lies down to a soft synthetic fiber bed. Tens of thousands of projections inside the bed move slowly and the surface adjusts to the proper shape for Marl's body shape.

"The fact that it doesn't even show up on the neural net is definitely a proper word for it. Sounds stupid.................. but hehe. That was kind of crazy."

Marl hugs Taro's recommended duvet and dot when he hits a crappy turnaround. I had no idea the existential significance of the duvet on Marl, who grew up in complete air conditioning, but I didn't even feel comfortable holding it like this.

"To Taylor, to Xiaomei, Alan. If you think it's been a long time since you've met and talked to people, you're next."

Now that networks and efficiency have developed, there is a lot to do depending on the profession, but it is rare that people actually meet. Even without physical contact, I can live without any kind of disability. In fact, Marr has spent two years until he met Taro, all by correspondence only. Therefore, when Marl remembers the first time he met Taro, he was embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Good luck to me too......... what a cheap drama to pick up a guy coming home from a wreck to the pier"

If you wear the duvet from your head with your red face on, Marl bursts into flashes. She recalls that there should have been a similarly set romance movie on the station's broadcast, and runs its download on BISHOP.

"Well, I have this age designation, but I don't want it to be too vivid."

I found the "D designation" in the information section of the drama, and frowned upon Marl. Her time of birth, from about 150,000 hours, is the mental growth decision that should be the C judgment. She had an F judgment on it, but that doesn't mean she wants to see a drastic show.

"But well, yeah. Yes, study, study."

Marl starts playing about two hours of simple video drama when one squeaks. Until now, she had always preferred tireless pieces such as action and fantasy, but these days she had also become interested in these human drama like pieces. When Marr self-analyzes it as a sign of growth, he concentrates on the content of the drama.

"Wow, that's more amazing than I thought... really D? Don't you have an E. Where's the broadcaster?"

Though I'm willing to complain to you, Marl looks sideways at the cut, called the love scene, with a red face. It doesn't mean anyone can blame me for what I saw in grandeur, but in her case, the embarrassment beat it.

"Oh, oh, no more. Stop it, stop it. You're jumping a little too far."

Marl turns red to the ear and presses the button to stop playing. She feels loud when she does it. When she whines a whiny complaining about eight hits on the destroyer's drive sound, she hugs the duvet again.

"I said a duvet. It might come as a surprise... but I wonder what the actual situation is. What do I think of him?

When I think of a colleague I care about these days, Marl starts self-analyzing by nodding his face at the futon. She tries to calmly think about it and concludes that it is the favor but also the romantic emotions that are different again. Because the environment has changed so suddenly, I suspect you are mistaken.

"… In the meantime, we need to follow up."

Write the thoughts in your head on the BISHOP as a note and save them to the area labeled "Continuing Deliberation".

At that moment, the sound of a call echoing into the room.

"Hiya!!?

Marr is amazed at all the jumping up - she thinks she should have actually jumped up - and even though she doesn't have to, she moves to the front of the door.

"Who... what, Alan? Wait, I'm leaving now."

I feel sorry and relieved that the call is not Taro, Marr.

"Hey, VP. I'd like to talk to you about something... or maybe I'll come and tell you something. It's a little careless, isn't it?

Alan for Marr, who is dressed in his room. Marl said, "Really?" without incident. "

"If you can withstand high voltage currents, you should touch them."

"Is he a stun gun? It's surprisingly hard to handle. Can you just hit him?

"You can flush it down your clothes. Want to try it?

Alan must have reached for half the joke. "You're a horrible lady," he grins bitterly when he can pull his hand in quickly.

"So, what's a consultation? I'd be pissed off if I was on errands."

"Oh, that's..."

Alan looking around just fine. From the moment my eyes swim through the hollow, I can see that I checked my mind until I used BISHOP.

"Hey, lady. I'm gonna ask you straight in. That plum is AI. What is that?"

Unexpected questions brought to you by Alan. Alan goes on to Marl stuck with the words "What..."

"That AI is not a good level to clean up in a nutshell. Clearly, it's unusual. You must be aware of that, too, miss.

"Right... but stop calling me" that AI ". I have a proper name for her."

"... oh, right. Excuse me. So it's a plum, but where was it made? There's no such thing as an A.I. in the Army, is there?

To Alan's voice, "Really?," said Marr. Alan goes on to say "yes" when he gives a somewhat irritating look.

"AI is made of" search, "" deal with, "and" association. "That's how every AI in the galaxy is made. Even the neural net. But that AI... sorry. Xiaomei is one step ahead of him. I mean, he's got an idea.

"... yes. But what's wrong with that? It wasn't invented by some genius."

"Come on, dude. You're forced to. We don't have a good idea of how we're doing it ourselves. If that's figured out, it'll be all over the news and everything."

Slightly excited Alan. And "calm down," Marl said.

"I asked you straight in. I'll ask you the same thing. What do you want with Xiao Mei?

Marl stresses, "What do you want to do?" Alan looks frightened for a moment with a glaring eye.

"Maybe it's not what you think. So don't look so scared... there's only one thing I want to be sure of"

"What?"

"Is there any danger?"

Marl with a pompous expression for a neat Alan answer. Eventually, when she breaks her face, she laughs out loud.

"Ha ha ha ha!! Is it dangerous? Keep your jokes on track, you. We've already been saved by Xiaomei beyond counting. Nothing else, even you, if it weren't for Xiao Mei, would you be indistinguishable from the rocks on your asteroid belt by now?

Marl, who can't stop laughing, breaks down his posture so that it leads to the wall. Alan scratches his head with one evil looking face and looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Hey, well. If there's no danger, that's fine. There was a place where the president didn't seem to know the world. I just wanted to make sure."

"Yes. I'm the one who laughed. I'm sorry. I'm sure your reaction is normal, and you're doing the right thing."

"That would help if you said so. If you think you're gonna be okay... you're in the way for the night."

When I flicker my hand over my head, Alan walks away in the hallway. And I call it "Hey, Alan," Marr.

"I'll say it again. You're right, and it would be helpful if you could continue to give me that advice. Thanks. Good night."

When you confirm Alan's voice, "Whoa, let it go," which disappears around the corner, you turn back to the door to your room, Ma-l. At that time, she turned to the strange metal noise that reached her ear in the opposite direction of Alan's departure.

"Xiaomei?"

From across the hallway, he looks like Xiao Mei rushing over in some kind of a hurry. I noticed the direction of travel was headed this way, and I said, "What's going on?," said Marr.

"This is a good place, Miss Marr. Could you hide it for a moment?"

Marl gives a strange look at what's going on, but drops off Xiao Mei with a frightened face who walks into the room before responding.

"Hey Marr!! Didn't you see Xiao Mei!!

Now I look back at Taro's voice as to what the hell it is. Taro, who cut his breath from the direction Xiaomei appeared earlier, runs out, his nose snarling, "So mellow, where the hell did he go?"

"No, I haven't seen it... what happened to Xiao Mei?

There was also an earlier conversation with Alan, and Marr asks nervously. "What's wrong with you and these things," Taro says, widening his hand wide.

"I just sat in my own toilet seat... that, what. I tried to add something. If I did, when I had a button I'd never seen on hand. You're gonna push it? You're gonna push it? Obviously, you push?

Taro clamps to the marl for a hot valve. "Yeah, right," Marl returns with some pull.

"If I did!! I thought something was coming out like a washlet, so I could hear a tall spinning noise coming from the dentist from under my ass. Quinn. If you look good, there's a high-speed spinning drill coming up from under my ass. I don't know what that means, uncle. I don't know what that means. Carefully follow the rubber drill to the lotion."

Marl opens his mouth to what Taro is talking about.

"Uh, you mean flirting? Xiao Mei?"

"You're a jerk, you're not cute. Shit. What are you going to do with a virgin before you throw it away!!

"Oh, you admitted to being a virgin."

"I'm gonna be a virgin. Wow!!!!

Taro drives away with the same momentum as he did when he showed up. I don't even know how much sympathy I have, but Marr didn't really know why I was trying to hide being so virgin.

"... ha. I wonder if you call this a stormy night. Ume, he's gone."

When I speak into the room, Xiao Mei eventually appears in such a way as to be afraid.

"Thank you, Miss Marr. Mr. Taylor was angry enough to install the requested drill on the ship. What is it?

"Yep... well, if you're really mad, you'll look for it in BISHOP, and don't worry about it, okay? Looking good. Best of all."

When Marl says that with Wink, he thumbs inside the room.

"More than that, Xiao Mei. Kid-sized clothes you wanted, they've arrived in a set, so just put them on and take a look. There were quite a few things that seemed to suit you... oh, yeah. Why don't you wear that and go to Taylor's anyway? He forgot to be angry and praised."

Marl walks into the room with Xiao Mei's hand pulled. This AI, which is amazingly nice to watch out for in style, can't be something very dangerous. Marr thought so again, creating a full grin.