Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor. The override is complete. How are you feeling?

of a modified refrigeration unit. Namely Xiao Mei, who is swaying loosely in front of Taro. "That sucks," Taro tells him to throw away, throwing his tired, awful body to the cold iron floor.

"Oh, it's cold and it feels good... by the way. The one who figured out how to program this is an asshole. The human brain is so nasty, isn't it?

New information that does exist in your head. Taro emits thinking about his knowledge of programming techniques.

"I'm not sure about Xiao Mei, Mr. Taylor. Though programming in the brain seems to be an extremely common method?

Xiao Mei returns that in the voice of an inorganic woman to Taro. Taro continues the conversation even though he feels that Xiaomei has no expression.

"See you then. Is it an endangered species that uses keyboards to flatter?

"It's a denial, Mr. Taylor. In practical terms, it is not dangerous, it is extinct. The interface itself called keyboard is no longer common. Some bigots would use it as a hobby."

"Well, I wish I had one like this," Taro puts to mind the program space in his brain. In his eyes there are innumerable groups of functions unfolded in a lattice in three dimensions, replicating them freely. Connection. I could derive it. The operation is very intuitive, close to the feeling that you are assembling building blocks of toys. The contents of each function group were so complex that he could barely understand them, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with using them.

"I need the knowledge of the TV unit to operate the remote control and watch the TV."

That's how Taro summarises his thoughts on the contents of the function group. Plus Xiaomei keeps saying "yes".

"The contents of the function group are templates (chicks) made by each expert. It can be improved as you wish, and can be used as is, taking into account safety aspects. The human brain, as you say, is too vague to rely on in its entirety on outputs that are directly related to a person's life."

Taro observes various function groups with "I see" in Xiao Mei's words.

"But it's a disgusting feeling that you're unfamiliar but you know it well... heh, is this output an EEG reading? I knew it was the future."

Taro mutters with surprise and inspiration. He heads to the only door in this room and stands in front of it. The doors are not visible in any way like the door knobs or sensors were the other day when I checked them. But Taro's brain clearly showed an additional "door function".

"You know what... uh, door function and master root connection. Deploy template...... that one's locked. Is the cryptographic key... Oh, this. Oh, no, I'm the owner. Connect cryptographic and locking functions. Run Unlock All the Time"

The sound of a metal actuation called Gatili echoes indoors that have been completely silent until now.

"Wow... it's open. Awesome!!

"Mr. Taylor. Orders can be executed without having to be spoken. I mean, you look like a bump and a fool by yourself."

"You're as dirty as ever! Leave me alone! I was a little impressed... yes, let's save this as a new temple. It's a hassle to do this every time."

When Taro says so, he saves the series of actions he has just performed into his brain as a new group of functions. Now he asks Xiaomei a question when he is satisfied that after next time he will just do this without thinking about it.

"No, we're not just talking about doors being systems like this, are we? So anyone in this day and age can use it? This Brain Programming"

Xiao Mei blinks the lamp as she sways loosely on the spot.

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. Unless it is so much a peripheral land, basically those born in imperial territory are overridden as soon as they are born. Of course it will be the minimum you need to live."

Taro mutters emotionally, "It's the future," again, continuing.

"It's a good time. With this, you don't need to study or anything. You know, you should just pomp over ride the knowledge you need, right? Damn, I was born in the wrong time. Oh, yeah. Can't you also include general common sense and information about the ship? I don't know how big it is, but it's really useful to have a map or something."

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"I wonder if there's something like scan data on that pretty girl. Ooh, dreams swell...... Xiaomei?

"... Yes, Mr. Taylor. If you remember such information permanently, rather than as a temporary memory, as in a function group, it is strongly recommended that you study it with your own eyes and ears as usual."

"...?

"Mr. Taylor. Please remember earlier. I said that human beings born here are overridden" as soon as they are born ". It is not until some time after birth that humans are driven by the need for voluntary action. Until then, most of the time, the parents or something else will represent everything."

"... uh, somehow I get it, but go on"

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. Based on the above, it is a natural flow to override when spontaneous action is needed. But it's not, in fact, right after birth. There's one reason."

"... I see. Is this because this is only an override (override)? So a head hollow baby would be the most convenient thing to do, huh?

"Affirmative, Mr. Taylor. You're really smart. So stop lifting me up like that."

"Huh. I guess it depends on your response after this, whether the kiss you get exchanged between you and the ground will be as gentle as your lovers, or as intense as breaking each other's front teeth."

"Yes, what is it, Mr. Taylor? If it's possible for me..."

"Answer me!! What have I been overwritten with! Lost what!!

Taro screams with Xiao Mei lifted. He didn't have the hair, such as the intention to slap Xiao Mei somewhere that could be said to be his only hope in the current situation, but anger. And most importantly, the fear of losing himself shook his hand tremendously.

"... I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. Unlike overriding a specific location, function, like a language field, it's impossible to guess what will be overridden by a general memory override"

The answer as expected. Taro closes his eyes for a while and exhales loudly.

"Ha... you did this interaction yesterday too... you can't. Something is highly emotional ups and downs. It must have been something I knew... damn, but I still don't feel good."

Taro tries to think of all sorts of memories trying to confirm something lost, but eventually sees it as a wasted effort and cancels it. It seemed unrealistic to me to think that memory exists in huge quantities if you include memories or something, and that looking for memories that were overwritten and disappeared from it.

"I hope you can just overwrite the memories you want to forget...... oh, no. I remember doing" My right arm hurts!! "when I was in middle school. Tehe."

Taro dares to act bright and go outside just to say that this matter is over. Probably, but I didn't mean to offend Xiaomei, because I was afraid that no matter how I developed the story, I was going to hit eight.

"Well, well, well. Shall I move the spaceship? So Xiao Mei. What should I do first?

Taro emits toward the sphere in his hand. Xiaomei brightens the lamp with chickadee over Taro's hand.

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. The first step is to connect the power to the overdrive system in the residential area. But you won't have to do the work in a hurry. It will probably take a while, and Xiaomei fools herself that hurry is not the same as hurry."

"Heh, heh, heh. Are you mine or yours? By the way, how long are you planning to refurbish the ship? Bihoo, and ah-ha-hoo."

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. The construction period is expected to be approximately five years."

"............... Yes?

"That's five years, Mr. Taylor. Doesn't seem like a very good way to escape reality. I think it will probably be necessary for beginners of BISHOP to improve their shipping programming so that only the systems left behind can overdrive."

"Bitter?"

"Yes, Mr. Taylor. Brain's Impulse Sequence of High Output Programming. Bishop for short. It's a system that's overridden by you."

"Ho... that sounds kind of cool. You can use offensive magic and healing magic, but if you do, you're slow to grow?

"Mr. Taylor. I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about. Of course, you won't fail to appraise and be frightened, nor will you be left in a tavern at an early level."

"There's definitely something wrong with the one who made you... but five years? I guess I'll have to, but maybe I won't hold it mentally, me. I'm not proud, but if I'm lonely, I'm confident I'll die in three days. You're gonna have to die every day with just that nutrient."

"That's a lot to say about loneliness, Mr. Taylor. Aren't you with me?"

"Yep..."

"... Mr. Taylor. I have knowledge of food and entertainment for my crew. If you don't want it, just say so."

"Dear Xiaomei, thank you for five years"

When Xiaomei is lowered into the center of the hallway, Taro is quickly grounded. Served with three fingers, he gets a sense of accomplishment in vain when he is the dungeon of his own congregation.

"But five years... don't get distracted after all"

Taro looks up and sees far away.

"It's okay, Mr. Taylor. From the battery capacity of the refrigerator, we can assume that you have been drifting through space for at least fifty years. Now that there are five more years, there will be nothing to say. It's Rothschild."

Xiao Mei is good at repeating the brightness.

Taro could only sigh at her like that.