Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

When the president first spoke to me, perhaps everyone must have thought "again".

In his sixth year at Rising Sun, Heinline was just pompous and listening to the president, as were the thirty employees he must have been called to gather. The location is the conference room of the industrial station office of the Katsushika system. It was a brand new office, and it still didn't have any dirt on it.

"- That's why I want to somehow sell natural foods. Sergeant did have a Ph.D. in biochemistry, didn't he?

Tailang called the ranks of the Imperial Army era, a much more breathtaking heinline.

"Yes, you're right, Commander. I studied living things at Beta Imperial Academy. We majored in ground war education in the military."

Taro gives a somewhat puzzling look to a clear heirline response. But there was something to think about, and he nodded as if he had regained his mind.

"Then I guess I'll have the sergeant represent the development team. Oh, no, if you really don't like it, I don't mind if you resign, but I want you to do it if you can."

You must have noticed the bewildered look on Heinline's face. Taro flies modestly like that.

"No, I will obey if it is an order. But my qualities are only in combat, not development. I doubt I can help you?

"Yeah, of course I know, but you don't have the people you deserve more than a blah, blah, sergeant. Basically, as long as you take command of the team, the actual research itself is without experts... so I'm in trouble, but you just have to leave it to the right people. Dr. Arjmov's got a couple of biochemists on him."

"Ha, if that's the case... can you tell me more about it today"

To Heinline's question, "Of course," Taro said. When he urged the assembled employees to sit down, he sat down in a functional system chair himself.

"Basically, as I was saying, it's research and practical application of natural food ingredients. I don't know the right or the left, so if you have an opinion, keep saying it."

In a quiet room, in the words of Taro. Heinline regarded it as something other HR would do if he were asked such a question all of a sudden, but realized that the cause of the quiet was on him, and rushed to sum up his thoughts. That's why the president is already the leader of the development team.

"Right...... they said natural foods, are there any specific targets? In terms of type, that's how many stars exist."

If you don't figure this out, it doesn't start, the heinline that asks the obvious question. Taro makes such a laugh at him.

"The target does this. Ladies and gentlemen, let me take a look at your list."

When Taro lifts a box about 20 centimeters in size from his feet, he lets it slide unwrought onto his desk. When the line receives the box without moving, it frowns at the feeling of the soothing box.

"Cooler box, is it? Can I open it?

To the voice of the Heinline, smiling and nodding Taro. When the hairline is sure that the box is simple mechanical, it slowly opens the lid. Strong cold air appeared from inside the box and softened his face.

What was inside was an ampoule around 5 cm arranged in the shape of an Acer board eye. To that look familiar as a student, Heinline learns who it is with nostalgia.

"Is it a gene of a living organism...... you have a lot of numbers. Do you read this as… cows and hens and pigs? You're a creature I've never heard of. From which planet?

Heinline emits with a seemingly puzzling look, looking at the list forwarded to the terminal at hand. Taro said to him, "Don't tell me there."

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, bla Genetically, it's supposed to be close, but when I say that, every planet creature basically seems to be. I think the sizes are 2 kilograms, 100 kilograms and 500 kilograms, respectively. Birds, mammals, mammals. should"

"500 kilometers, is it? It's pretty big."

"Right. There might be a corner. So, you notice that? I think it was okay if I broke it, but I wonder how it went. The expected breeding methods are exactly as I wrote on the list, but if you can't actually try and do it, try and come up with a lot of ideas. I mean, as I said earlier, there's a possibility of a completely different creature."

"Horn or breeding? Wait a minute, please. No way, do you grow it? Instead of cultivating meat?

"No, there's no nature or shit if you turn it into artificial meat. Oh, no, how about a genetic clone or something? The twins are clones, so to speak, and they're safe there, aren't they?

In a room where the flow of time often stops, along with the penetration of the taro. Heinline tries calmly to take one sigh before looking at the list.

"Predicted breeding environment for bovines...... meals range from leaves to cereals, fruits or whatever. The ambient temperature is around 24 degrees. Breathing is within human survival. Gravity and other living environments are the same as mankind... Mr. President, what the hell is this creature? Such convenient natural animals are not normally considered."

Knowledge gained in college or considered common sense. Heinline against those things, I assure you. He just said it was like a joke, and he goes on.

"Or are you saying you don't need temperature regulation or breathing aids? This is like saying that if you leave it alone in the free space around it, it will only grow with water and food later. Please don't joke. This is genetically teraformed, isn't it?

"Oh no, I don't think they do, and you grow up normally, don't you?

"... such an idiot"

Even though I know it's a rude word, I squeal unexpectedly. He looks around like he asks for help, but everyone and he were both bewildered expressions.

"As far as plants are concerned, some seedlings and seeds. That and some information on the genetic sequence. That's about 2,000 species in all. It's also sending information to the list, so keep your eyes peeled."

Heinline to Taro's words, dropping his eyes to the list again. There was certainly a page in the list of supposedly cereal lists, as Taro put it.

"Is this the same as the human environment… I don't think there are plants and animals that are convenient…"

From the same idea as the vast majority of imperials, the heirline draws a face like that.

But behind his expectations, they became exactly what Taro said.

It was, of course, a streak of hard work until we gave the first success story, and it was enough to say that we spent the first month almost blamelessly. Because I had no idea what to do.

The turning point was due to the fact that Taro had asked Dean to talk to him.

"It would be good. Let's hit some. Your weapon is going to add one more star to my class chapter. That's cheap."

By one word, natural food development became a huge project since the beginning of Rising Sun, involving everything from the Imperial Planetary Development Organization (Teraform Center) to the Imperial Institute of Genetic Engineering.

Heinline panicked about a situation that had gotten bigger than he could have imagined, but struggled with his men even as he got half fucked up. When the first living mother was born, that was all we rejoiced in tears.

However, not everything went well. Instead, there were much more failures.

"Here, here we come. Run. Ooh!

One of the hens, which was supposed to weigh 2 kg, actually became a giant bird weighing over 200 kg. The cage provided did nothing and was easily torn apart.

"Everybody, evacuate to quarantine!! Docking Disconnect!!

Certain plants emitted toxins and germs in the air, which quickly caused biohazards to the station. The contaminated floor was sterilized or, if still dangerous, dumped on the star after incineration.

Of the 3552 species of flora and fauna tested, the one that has led to practical application is plant 3 of animal 2. In total, it was only five species.

As a heirline, I thought this result for a project that cost enormously was a failure, and I intended to take responsibility, but the president was rather pleased that it was a great success. In fact, the number of salaries on the Heinline tripled to become the official head of the food sector.

"It's something I don't know how to fall..."

An honest monologue of the Heinline later when I looked back at the time.

He hated himself for choosing a course that had become almost useless in modern times, such as a ground war education course, rather than a Starfleet education course filled with demand that was overflowing everywhere.

My fellow synchronists were well promoted and flying around the galaxy aboard a spaceship. Naturally, if you don't treat it the way you treat it, the eyes you see around you are different. Space sailors were admirable, but no one knew about the Marines. The woman he had been dating since he was a student also chased a spaceman one day to some system.

He was the one who quit the army after being half self-inflicted, but it was hard to find a place to work after that. I had a depressed day at home without a good job, but one day the president suddenly pushed me to my home and it ended.

"Mr. Heinline, are you seriously from the Imperial Army?!? Wouldn't you like to work for us, military men are welcome!! What, land war? No, no, it's totally OK. You might need it one of these days. No, that's cool, infantry. The day I found you on an unknown planet, it was your turn, wasn't it?

Now that I thought about it, I guess I wanted to borrow the cat's hand from the lack of manpower I couldn't help, but I was still grateful to the president. I was taught how to pilot a ship, and I was offered a position that suited me: the Security Department VIP Guard Squad.

And now, he's the head of the Food Development Department.

"Chickens, pigs, sesame seeds, potatoes, and comedy? But I did my best."

Pinch the Inaho placed on your desk and squeal the heinline. His men walk over there.

"Can you really sell it, General Manager? These are certainly all delicious ingredients, and even remarkable, especially when it comes to freshly cooked ones. But it's hard to save, and most importantly, the average household doesn't have cookware."

"Well, I guess so. I've never seen a family with a kitchen at home before. But the president doesn't seem to be selling it to the public in the first place."

When Heinline said that, he said, "What do you mean?" but his men gave him a freaking look. To such a subordinate, Heinline continues.

"Food for the general public, you. We have to cut it while the big food companies are already widening it. It's going to be quite expensive. That's impossible. There's no way big corporations are watching in silence, and in some cases, it's war."

As I recall, a high line overlooking the hollow.

You know what I mean? These are just for natural foods... Oh, yeah. Indeed, they exist only at a rate of about one in 50,000 people at most. I've spoken to the president the same way. Then they said, "If there's one in 50,000 people, there 'll be 1.2 billion natural foods all over the galaxy. It's too big a market."