Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Yes, then I will send you the contract via BISHOP. Yeah, no, of course I know. I will drop by again after my next purchase. Yes, yes. Yeah, is that a living stock? Ah, we don't have a transport ship, so there's a spatial problem... oh no. Of course I'll let you do as much as I can."

Taro lowering his head for the display in the control room of Plum II. The monitor shows the president of the counterparty, giving him a satisfying look. Eventually, when the two discussing over the monitor align their two fingers and hit each other on the forehead, they disconnect that line.

"Hmm. Something, you're clapping it out. I just didn't think I'd sell them all at the first station I stopped by. As announced by the Empire, this one's pretty good."

Taro while switching the display of the monitor to the network map. In the two months since the start of the operation of Plum II, the shades of the map had changed considerably as before.

"I can't believe it's level two of the state of emergency declaration. It's been roughly eight hundred years. But I thought you were indifferent. You do it when the Empire does it too. I never thought I'd stop the damage that way."

Marl with his fingers on his lips and looking at the monitor just like Taro. Taro thinks back to it about the movement of the Empire. blocking of information through the disconnection of fractal networks thought to extend throughout the empire. By contrast, the Galactic Imperial Government had dealt with it quickly, albeit primitively.

"I can't get a lot of comms. I don't really think I'm going to do it if I come up with a lot of ships for relay. Three million communications ships scattered all over the galaxy? What happened to it?"

"That's 2.885 232 ships to be exact, Mr. Taylor. The Emperor's decree drove everything from the spare ship to the near-destruction. By now, the telecom company will have an unprecedented boom."

"It's a thought out decision, isn't it? I never really felt like learning in class, but I knew empire was good for crisis management. If this is just the council, it's best if we can still have a meeting on measures by now."

The network map with the three viewers had created a huge blue area around the Imperial Centre. Empire's placed communications ships are placed as if they were poles, connecting roughly 50% of all galaxies. As before, the remaining areas were not tinted and occasionally patterned, and the shades were changed to a collection of sizes with some degree of clustering.

"But that's the one that surprised me the most. He told me to call solar system nets neural nets. This means that the Empire has no plans to restore its previous neural networks, right? I wonder what happened?

To Taro's question, Marr growls with his arms together.

"Um, I'm curious, but you don't seem to be making it public. Because it was a good level to call it a crisis since the beginning of the Empire. If so, when the new neural net returns to the same level as the previous one?

"It seems likely, but it also seems impossible, Miss Marr. Even though it is connected by a telecommunications ship relay, some areas have a distance gap that is roughly unrealistic, as in the Adela system. And isn't the amount of information stored a few hundred times before?"

"That's it around there. You feel like you have to wait to discover new technologies."

Taro thinks about the technical aspects of blurry and ultra-light speed communication, but shakes it right off his head that it is not comprehensible anyway.

"Let's leave the hard stuff to the experts... Marl, by the way. What do you want me to do with that one back there? Even jamming."

"When you stop," Marl said to Taro, a tired and vocal voice.

"Besides, there's no jammer loaded in the first place. I'm not interrupting you, I'm not breaking the ordinance... why don't you just rely on Mafian Corp?

The two of them are talking about a number of transport vessels floating a few kilometres behind Plum II. They apparently rely on the fighting power of Plum II, and since they left Delta, they have been coming around unattached and unbroken distances on their own.

"But you don't get irritated. I thought you were stalkers. I thought," Mr. Plum II's quadropulse engine just happened to screw "or something. I'm sure. What a pervert."

"Oh, actually, the plum engine is pretty in position, huh? I'd like to lick you around if that's possible. Actually, if I did, I'd be addicted to death."

"Wow, there was a pervert here too...... by the way, what was that mafian coop you were saying? Gathering gangster scared people?

"Excuse me. Uh, I don't know that Bowlyokudan is a good idea, but you're right about a bunch of scary people. People who do business in the grey zone of station ordinances and imperial laws everywhere."

"... wow. Aren't you the people in the staffing business who love tattoos straight away? What would those people do when it's like this one?

Taro with simple interest. Besides, Xiaomei says, "Please wait a minute".

"I found a similar case in the past, Mr. Taylor. First of all, after deliberately lowering the resolution of the scan, an anomaly also appears to occur in the output control of the communication machine, so that no warnings are received up to a distance. After repeatedly issuing warnings that won't even arrive, the usual means is to test fire an armed weapon at a debris near your opponent. If it is a less precise projectile, there is a good chance that a misfire will hit the target, and if you can't find a fine workmanship, etc. to scan, you have not violated any ordinance in the Empire. Would you like to take a look at it for a little reference?

Xiao Mei with a niggling grin. Taro and Marr return a pulled grin while delighted by the facial expression Xiaomei.

- "Emergency communications, Alan."

Communication display on BISHOP, which appears abruptly there. When Taro raises his hand and controls Marr and the others to shut up, he turns on the communication line.

"This is Plum. I received an emergency communication. Alan, go ahead."

"" Hey, Admiral. Good news. I accidentally opened the emergency line, but forgive me. Are you okay now? ""

Taro strokes his chest down relieved by Alan's bright voice color. I could only hear myself. When I switched to an indoor speaker, Alan's voice echoed into the control room.

"" Mankind's single planetary genesis theory. Remember that? It turns out where the great scholar who advocates it is. Big guy. ""

Taro inadvertently rises on the seat to its contents as communicated.

"Seriously!? I'll go anywhere. Okay!?

"" Easy, Admiral. The doctor said he was at a research station in the Alpha system. I think it's pretty credible with the information I got from the guy that he was an assistant there. A man worked nearly a year ago, but he's been living there for decades. I wouldn't even be moving now. ""

"Where was the Alpha Station... Wow, things are so far away, it's out of the central communications area... this, are you going?

I guess I did a search on BISHOP. Marl asks while letting an imperial map appear on the monitor. And Taro, who answers instantly, "I'm coming."

"The shipment has just been emptied, and should I buy the first glass of goods in Delta once before heading there? Ya, yeah, you're getting tense. He's about a doctor, so I guess he's got a big nose and a hair mojah or something?

"So you read too much comics, Mr. Taylor. Or is that it, Earth's doctors were common in appearance like that?

"" Ha, it fits that your hair is mojah, but your nose is normal. I have pictures, let's send them. ""

After a while, the color footage is sent via BISHOP. It seemed like a pattern when the Doctor attended some sort of ceremony, and he was smiling and receiving something like a trophy.

"Dr. Isaac Alzimov, 72, huh? Is that what you call anti-aging that still looks like 40 or so?

The look of the Doctor, who smiles briskly on the video, still looks like a working epic from Taro's common sense.

"I'm sure you do. Medical cosmetics companies say you can keep your physical age down to half your age. But how does it feel to be old when you look young?

"I'm telling you. The opposite is true, but no one can beat Xiaomei if she puts it in the gap. Say something."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. Miss Marr, a man is always vulnerable to gaps. Mr. Taylor is no exception."

"Yeah. I didn't ask, and I don't care"

Marl goes on to say "but" when he gets up stretched on the spot.

"Now that we have a destination, we can buy it out later. Contract transportation or something for free space and pack your cargo with a glass of eyes. It's time to make some money!

To Marl's voice with momentum, he said, "Whoa!" Taro responds.

"I wonder how many piles I'm going to have to leave the absence of the company to the general manager. It's a research station, so how about a new computer for computing?

"No, you should stop unless you take orders directly because you're vulnerable to shocks. I'd rather have a few more small warp stabilizers than that. I know I can sell for sure."

"Xiaomei also agrees with Miss Marr. I was wondering if it would be better to make a definite profit without risking it."

"" Hey, Admiral. Don't forget to purchase adult goods. You're still the money maker for our company. And if you're going to do business with Alpha Station, you should create a base over there. We definitely need local staff. ""

Four people to start discussing for New Heaven and Earth. The Rising Suncorp summit, which began on Plum II, could continue until the weary Taro fell on the spot.