Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Katsushika Station. A huge modular building, floating in space.

The modules of the square cube are residential, shops or factories, and that is the only number that exists for the purpose. They are tied together in a framework for coupling - inside which is a moving lane - and transformed into a huge single structure.

"... I don't know what it's like to be told this is all ours."

On the bridge of Plum, Taro overlooks the station over the monitor.

"The contents of the module belong to each owner, so it's just the public facility and skeleton part, to be exact."

Next to Taro, Marl looks at the monitor in the same way. There's a little plum on the side that plays with the Cats' faces, and he just plays the same game over and over about what's fun. Running cat and chasing Xiaomei.

"Well, yeah. I talked to Alan about moving the HQ function this way. It's not rent, it's freedom, and most importantly, it's not station tax."

The biggest of the various taxes companies pay will be taxes they pay to the Empire and taxes they collect to their stations. Rising Sun became the owner of the Katsushika system, so its office did not have to pay taxes.

It is precisely in the form of paying taxes to our own station management department, so in the end we come back to our own nostalgia.

"That sounds more efficient, but I don't care. This place is a front-line deal for once, right?

Marl looking somewhat anxious. "Don't let that happen for once," said Taro.

"I'm not saying there's no danger, but in the long run, that makes a pretty good difference. Most importantly, Dingo and Lynn are the main business partners, so it's easy to do."

Yes, Taro explains, "I know that," and so on.

"Everyone would dream of getting a star, and I wouldn't object to bringing headquarters over here. But I still feel like I'm being put on an EAP... not that I don't trust you."

Marl glances over his shoulder and turns again to the station's footage.

A medium-sized station with square boxes, everywhere. Taro began to envision a bright future on his mind with all the problems and disturbances he would be visiting when he looked at the monitor just like Marr.

The third commercial district of Katsushika Station. In other words, in this section where the service industry gathers, cluttered shops were arranged in a very large module.

Most of the shops you can see here are only advertising and entrance, in fact they are in the form of moving from the entrance to the stores of each module using a moving lane.

There were also luxury and popular stores that kept the stores themselves in the modules, but they were very few winners. Since taxes and rent are paid according to volume, it cannot be achieved without more sales.

Depending on the location, some stores had only enough space to spread their hands, and such locations were merely advertising venues for direct mailings from the neural net.

"Address 9-3-2... um, it's supposed to be around here."

Taro is alone and squeaks when he sees the address of the meeting address displayed on the small device at hand. Marl and Alan were supposed to be in attendance at the meeting, but they were planning to meet locally because it was faster to head directly from the outside.

"Even at the park, it looks like it at all, Mon. Hey... I wonder if it's another mod. But obviously, the atmosphere seems different."

A group of stores with a lovely atmosphere, no matter how you look at them, beside Taro. Feeling the pink fluctuations there didn't seem like a very park-likely place, even to Taro, who was still somewhat unfamiliar with the Galactic Empire.

"If Marl finds out I'm in a toco like this... just walk a little"

It seems that the man doing the call in at the store noticed Taro, showing signs that he was about to talk to me somehow. After realizing it, Taro decided to start walking towards the back of the module.

"It's not snug and busy. I wish the Imperial Center was like this."

Taro smiles naturally, watching the cluttered crowd going to the mod. Unlike more efficient cities like Delta, people's lives could be felt here. The commerce of the city, which is done by mail order of everything, was felt somewhat unsavory by Taro.

"He said he had a lot to worry about being sick or something for that matter, but it wouldn't be like making a scene with a cold... all the time, sorry. Are you okay?"

Taro, who was just walking around with a few extra findings. When he finds out that someone hit him with a shock he feels on his body, he picks up something that he seems to have removed.

"Ahhh...... I think it's broken. I'm sorry, I'll pay you back soon."

The terminal that fell to the ground has cracked the LCD on the screen and has solidified due to an indication of a hardware error. When Taro is really sorry, he lowers his head with his hands together.

…………

Such a tall girl, looking down silently. When I was 15 or so? I don't know the actual age due to technical issues, but from the looks of it, Taro guessed so.

"... yep, I guess an electrician would do. In the form of having you see if you can fix it?

Girl snorts silently at the voice of Taro. When Taro hurried to search for an electrician on his device, he decided to turn his foot to a famous mass retailer found nearby.

"Yes, I can fix this as soon as I can. I'll give you about half an hour, okay?

At the electrician's reception, the answer of the elderly clerk. When Taro strokes his chest down relieved, he sends his gaze toward the girl who has not uttered a word from earlier. Taro was worried she would be angry, but he didn't either to see how it went. She looked around curiously and intrigued.

"Uh, I'm so sorry...... oh, this is a business card. Call me if you need anything."

Taro takes out a chip smaller than his pocket and gives it to the girl. The chip instead of the business card had a face photo - albeit actually a video - to the contact information registered, and Taro had three kinds available depending on the person giving them away. This one is for private use.

"... that? Uh, here's the thing. If you hit your forehead, you'll get information on BISHOP."

I saw that the girl who received the business card chip was cluttered in some way and probably didn't know how to use it, Taro. The girl smiles silently after looking sorry for such a tall eye.

"Uh, customers. The daughter is probably an outsider. The mobile device is non-BISHOP specification."

It takes over my back, the clerk's voice. When Taro comes up with a question mark, he accesses the station's neural net.

"Outsiders, outsiders all the time...... oh, I see. You can't use BISHOP..."

A Galactic Encyclopedia that still has enough information reliability, although the amount of information has been reduced due to alterations from the old net. According to this, people who cannot use BISHOP due to some circumstances were commonly referred to as outsiders.

"Then you can't chip. I'll put your contact information directly on your device."

The clerk points to the terminal he thinks is being repaired and makes Taro smile. When the girl snorts to such a tall place, she slowly opens her mouth.

"No, no, this one's bad..." Huh?

She replied naturally to the girl's voice, but voiced surprise that the language leaking from the girl's mouth was unfamiliar.

"Ahhh...... you just didn't expect it. Uh, do you know what we're saying? Can I talk to you in writing?

To Taro's question, the girl who leans her neck properly. Having decided that this was unlikely, Taro accesses the neural net again.

"Oh Olga, you said something about Ygginen... oh, there it is. Ungaronda? Wow, with three digits of usage. Minor's not a level."

Unexpectedly grunts Taro to the answer returned by the encyclopedia. The girl sent some reprehensible eyes to Taro, but her gaze shifted up. And the girl sighed as if she'd given up.

"Thanks to you, I don't have a decent translator... are you his daughter's friend?

Suddenly, a voice can be heard more than behind it. The source of the voice is too close, and Taro trembles with fright. He tries to look back at his face, which would be right behind his ear, but he notices something pressed against his hips and forgets it.

"Don't move. Answer the question."

Low, slightly creepy man's voice. A heart that rapidly increases its heart rate and goes.

"That. I just bumped into you there, dropped the terminal, and, you know, fixed it."

Taro answers desperately with a fuzzy voice, with no strength in his belly. I tried to stretch my fingers toward the terminal, but my arm didn't move.

"And I'm saying. What do you say?

Voices still heard from close range. Taro turned his eyes only slowly towards the girl, who smiled and nodded slowly.

And to be freed, something that was being pushed against my hips.

"Yes, no... from people's point of view, it doesn't even look like a kidnapping... haha..."

Taro is powerless and sits perfectly on the spot. A man in a grey robe walks right next to it and stands up in front of the girl. The store's lights are backlit, and its face is smeared in darkness.

When the man has some interaction with the girl, he kneels down and raises his face to peek into Taro's face.

"Looks like my sister took care of me. Let me thank you. Even if it was you. [M] Apparently you are a good man. [M] Mr. Taylor."

A sharp eyed, scratched man on the cheek. Just like Taro, the black midsection of hair sways loosely, covering its face for about half. He tells Taro, "Why the name…", with the chip at hand.

"I'll give this back to you. I remember what it was... by the way, it was just my fingertips that pushed me against you. If you learn a little bit about these things, you'll live longer."

When the man smiles, he offers a hand with a black fingered glove. Taro wakes up when he grabs the hand with gratitude.

"I'm sorry... it's like a rock."

A man who supports Taro, who never weighs lightly. Does it look like a body to the extent that it has turned Taro around and bigger, smaller than Alan or Skol? But the feeling in Taro's hands was as stable as a chunk of rock.

"I hear this system discriminates less against people with disabilities."

Apparently, the man decides to listen to Taro's words, turning back with a blur and a grunt. Often the man slowly turns to Taro as he exchanges eyes with the girl.

"It would be helpful if the new station master would continue to govern similarly. Then I won't have to kill you either."