Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"... All right!

One Taro raised his temperamental voice and pulled the remaining body out of the device.

"There's too much I want to ask you. May I ask you a few questions?"

Lower your hips next to the sphere that is blinking the lamp on the ground, hold your knees and be tall. He keeps peeking into the sphere with his eyes.

"What are you? Mr. Guido, do you think you could do something for me instead of a human?

When the sphere rotates roughly on the spot, will it hit the front? Speak the lamp toward Taro.

"In response to both questions, it's a denial, Mr. Taylor. Xiao Mei is not a guide, and it is not designed to do any specific work on behalf of people. Or you can see by the looks of it that it's impossible, dumb."

"Okay, I heard something unpleasant at the end, but let's just leave it. Are you the so-called complete AI? Marzimon? Did you get a name?"

Memories of Taro. At least as of the 21st century, a decent AI was a level that hadn't even grasped the catch. If the machine that's returning a natural reaction here now is caused by AI, that's just amazing.

"What makes it a complete AI cannot be defined by mankind today. But at least Xiaomei operates in a program and is powered by a quantum brain powered by carbon batteries. His name is Mr. Taylor, the owner. I remember what you put on it."

The sphere flutters to the left and right on the spot, repeating the lamp blinking with the audio. Taro raises his voice "Yeah," and asks further questions.

"Well, somehow, but okay, so let's put that away. Your owner said I was, but what is it? Personally, I'd love to, but wouldn't they charge you for it later or something disappointing? You think the money I pay the store is separate from the money I pay you? I have a little trauma."

"Affirmation. And denial. Weird... Mr. Taylor. The owner DNA information currently recorded is 100% consistent with yours. Article 228, paragraph 83, of the Galactic Imperial Code, provides for emergency evacuation, whereby any ownership of this ship is delegated to you. Please note that information about old sex sex is not included in the data bank. I'm sorry you're so cheated by the price. Weird... pervert."

"No, I tried so hard, say it again!!

"Roger, Mr. H. Taylor. Do you have any other questions?

"That H is definitely a perverted H, right? Isn't that right?... well no. Right. This ship. It's stopped now, isn't it? Accident?"

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. The power section is disconnected from the engine section. No cause has been recorded"

"What, seriously... you don't have an engine, that's not a ship anymore. It's just floating."

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. Kind of like a bigger coffin, huh? HAHAHAHAHA"

"Totally, HAHAHAHAHA!! Hey, hey, hey!!

Taro poking the sphere small with his wrist back. Plum rolling in by the way.

"Violence creates nothing, Mr. Taylor. Well, someone I knew who was saying this was cheated on and stabbed me. HAHAHAHAHA"

"No, because I just did that crap... but the situation doesn't change. It's deadly not to be able to move...... oh yeah. Do you know what year A.D. it is? Like how far away from Earth you are."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. The word A.D. is not matched in the databank. For a planet called Earth, it is registered as an old heirloom planet. but there is no story left that the reality has been confirmed"

"Heritage!? Hey, how futuristic is this place..."

To an unexpected response, Taro becomes a big word on the ground. He thought this was a fairly advanced future, but he just didn't think that the very existence of the planet was at a suspicious level.

"Don't get carried away...... oh, and you said earlier that if the Galactic Empire was yeah. I wonder if there's a star or something with people around here. I don't know much about ownership."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. A terraformed planet exists 20,000 light years from here. For the transfer of ownership, provisions for emergency evacuation. In other words, if the owner's lost spaceship is left with a crew member, it is good to set the ship free. Ownership will be restored along with port of call if the ship's registry was in the name of the company, but this ship has not been registered for the ship's registry. Both of them will be your property."

"I see," said Taro, arms in arms. He didn't know much about the details, but he fully understood that the ownership of this huge piece of coarse garbage seemed to belong to him. And no further understanding was necessary.

"Ha... 20,000 light years even. There's warp and stuff. Warp. Can't you do it without the power section? Why did you wake me now? I'll teach you everything before you die. Right, annoying kindness for some people?

"Affirmation. And denial, Mr. Taylor. Overdrive by space compression is possible. We can assume that residential property is available for the power section. At the moment, the refrigerated sleep unit has been reactivated because it was considered the last possibility that you would be helpful, roughly as far as you can think. Never for harassment. Maybe."

"Hmm. I wonder why you said the last extra thing, but now let's put that down too. For now, what's the last possibility there that I'll ever be able to help?

"Yes, from the relative speed of the current ship, Stargate exists in the nearest vicinity. and the distance to the space station is roughly equivalent to the overdrive travel distance using current residential power."

"Space Station!! Well, if you tell me, you will. Isn't there nothing on the planet that people are... hold on a second. I mean, is that it? Does it feel like it's over when you miss the moment that there's a station at the critical point where you can warp?

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. The next chance will be in roughly 170,000 years. We have 500 years of frozen sleep equipment, so it goes without saying."

"Needless to say, again, a lot of rhetoric. But I see... uh, Xiaomei. You didn't mean you woke me up on purpose, did you?

"It's affirmative again, Mr. Taylor. d As you can see from the short-sightedness, Xiaomei can only roll. What do you expect from a sphere?"

"Heh heh. That was bad. Well, thank you very much, Conoyalo."

"There will be only one way, Mr. Taylor. You do it."

"Me?

A sphere about 10 cm in diameter rolling onto the ground. Taro stares at the brightly blinking lamps, such as its green and red, and continues with a look of what he's talking about.

"Hey, I'm an antique born in the 21st century, huh? When it comes to spacecraft, it's a man of his time who just had a substitute to go to the moon and come back. What do you think I can do?

"Mr. Taylor. The moon, I don't know what that thing is, but it is. You are."

With that said, Xiao Mei rolls over the hard iron plate. She stops perfectly in front of an improved refrigerated sleeping device, which had been delivered by Taro until earlier.

"Mr. Taylor, by the way. You speak Galactic standard language very fluently."

"Galactic standard...... that's right. This is it. Why can't I just say something like this? What does that have to do with the mysterious knowledge in your head?

"Unknown, Mr. Taylor. You're the only one who knows what's going on in your head. But I know the language."

Xiao Mei circles around the refrigeration unit, repeatedly glowing green.

"It's an override. Mr. Taylor."

"Override?"

"That's right. Override. This device in front of you overrides (overrides) your memory. I don't know who made it, when, or why it's here. But how to use this device is stored in the database."

"Remember...... overwrite?

Taro lets the chill running on his spine wiggle his body.

"Hey, wait a minute. You're messing with my head? I don't know... Oh, that? Japanese... Japanese isn't coming out, is it? Wait, calm down. No, no, no, you should be able to talk. For decades now..."

"Mr. Taylor. Your language field is overridden. Please calm down. There must be nothing wrong with that."

"Can you calm down, you Yarrow!!

Taro shouts furiously, shaking the plum he grabs in his right hand over his head.

"Mr. Taylor, I apologize for taking the liberty of overriding the language. But it is also true that there is no other way. We do not leave an accurate database of Japanese"

Taro eats his teeth off with a rough breath while holding Xiao Mei up. Once he takes a big, deep breath, he slowly lowers Xiaomei to the ground with his trembling hands. As much as throwing Xiao Mei at the wall for a moment of concern would not solve anything, it was also well understood by Tai Lang.

"Well... right... bad"

Taro takes another big, deep breath as he buries his face between his knees. Xiao Mei was shaking every bit by such a taro, but what do you think? I don't say a word, I'm quiet.

How long has it been? When Taro looks up, he turns his gaze towards the spherical AI, which continues to shake loosely.

"So, what can you be to me? Are you a pilot or a mechanic?

Taro stood up slowly when he said just that, putting his body into the refrigeration unit himself.

"Mr. Taylor, thank you for your loss. But I'm not a pilot or a mechanic. They are also, of course, effective, but Xiaomei has minimal knowledge. And this does not transform your own qualities or personality. There won't be a need for subdivided experts like pilots and mechanics at the moment, and it's a different question of whether you can be one."

Xiaomei takes a position in front of Taro as he brightens the lamp.

"Mr. Taylor. Do you know how computers work?

Taro often meditates on his eyes, "I see" he emits small.

"Programming? Sure it wouldn't start without it...... but you're gonna need the knowledge of the subjects you're programming, right? It's like I can't make accounting software without knowing about accounting."

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. I think it's nice to have good clarity. But..."

Like a human being, little plum that puts one breath down.

"You already have that knowledge. Mr. Taylor, who the hell are you?