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COOPERATION: NAMIE TOWN HALL, FUKUSHIMA MINAMI SOMA TOWN HALL, FUKUSHIMA TOMIOKA TOWN HALL, FUKUSHIMA

EVERYONE IN NAMIE, FUKUSHIMA AND EVERYONE AT THE TEMPORARY LODGINGS AT NAMIE

This is computer machine 6-7, M.I.M.E.

At present, machine 3-2-3, Ares, has reported

a meteorite will pass through the current course shortly.

Amendment of current trajectory necessary.

Thirst, best, coast, is...

boop, boop.

This is computer machine 6-7, M.I.M.E.

At present, machine 3-2-3, Ares, has reported

a meteorite will pass through the current course shortly.

Amendment of current trajectory necessary.

Thirst, best, coast, is...

boop, boop.

This is computer machine 6-7, M.I.M.E.

At present, machine 3-2-3, Ares, has reported

A cold?

I made a decision.

Amendment of the trajectory.

From course 77358 to 9299,

3-EMSAX, 4-ESNAX.

I made a decision.

Voluntary restraint.

I made a decision.

Amendment of the trajectory.

From course 77358 to 9299

3-EMSAX, 4-ESNAX.

I made a decision.

Amendment of the trajectory.

From course 77358 to 9299

3-EMSAX, 4-ESNAX.

From course 77358 to 9299

3-EMSAX, 4-ESNAX.

THE WHISPERING STAR

Humanity thus repeated their substantial disasters and monumental failures.

People died off every time they did. Space is now ensconced in a quiet peace.

Machines control space, where robot A.I. account for 80%,

and humans account for the other 20%.

In space, humans are already regarded as a species on the brink of extinction.

The pursuit of science is all but completed, but humans can still only live for up to 100 years.

Among space, the human population is but a vanishing candle.

That tickles.

Stop it! It tickles.

It tickles, I said.

Stop it!

Stop it, I said!

It has been 10 years.

Spaceship number -

- Z. Code A-126.

My name is Yoko Suzuki.

It has been 10 years today since we departed.

I thought I'd record a voice diary every day.

Erm, firstly...

why I chose to rent this ship -

one: the antique interior was nice;

yet in contrast the equipment loaded on board was highly efficent and useful.

I like things like kitchens, taps, and gas heating.

I work in home delivery, so it suits me.

Ah, 6-7 M.I.M.E, you say something too.

This is computer 6-7, M.I.M.E.

That's my voice.

Good evening. This is Yoko Suzuki.

Machine number 722.

10 years and 3 weeks since we entered space.

The tap has stopped working.

When I turn off the water, it makes a weird sound.

For the record, I'll demonstrate.

Good evening. This is Yoko Suzuki.

Machine number 722.

14 years, 8 months and... 3 days since this journey started.

Recently, 6-7 M.I.M.E. has been acting up.

Making unintelligible reports,

discovering imaginary meteors and falling stars,

changing the course trajectory constantly...

there's actually nothing at the moment, but I still ought to be careful.

It looks like it'll take some time to investigate the origin of the problem.

Good evening. Yoko Suzuki-- machine number 722.

10 years and 8 months have passed since we started our journey.

I'm unable to see any illicit nature in 6-7 M.I.M.E.'s regulation,

however, he is not registering any seismic activity--

It could just be my imagination, but...

perhaps the outside and the inside of the ship have become reversed for him.

Where is he looking at when he speaks?

This is Yoko Suzuki, machine number 722.

It's been 14 years, 9 months and 3 days, to the day.

What I feared has turned out to be true.

6-7 M.I.M.E. is looking at the ceiling light.

He only looks at the bodies of dead insects

and the movements of the ones still alive in the light casing.

These are insects that came in through the entrance

when we disembarked on a planet named Tum.

I'm unable to repair the 6-7 M.I.M.E. all on my own.

Until he realises that by himself,

he's unable to use the trajectory-changing apparatus.

How bothersome.

If I clean the ceiling, I'm sure he'd have a panic attack.

I know.

I know for sure I'm wrong.

But just give me a bit more time.

Don't worry.

We all make mistakes.

I'm a machine too.

This is Yoko Suzuki. Rental spaceship number Z.

For the purpose of staving off boredom during long travel times,

I'm recording this for the next person that rents this ship.

As a home delivery personnel,

I'm currently approaching Planet Wurtz.

My work will be done after 82 more deliveries.

A time lag of 2 to 3 years from the planned delivery date

is generally forgiven.

It's expected that, if all goes well,

my last delivery will be made on the 20th of March,

11 years from now.

This is --

This is Yoko Suzuki. Rental spaceship number Z.

Machine number 722.

For the purpose of staving off boredom during long travel times,

I'm recording this for the next person that rents this ship.

Soon, a different Yoko Suzuki will be living here.

We were produced at the same factory.

I believe their machine number was between 620 and 790.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to meet up with her again.

We are now entering landing position.

- Waiting long? - Not really.

See ya later.

Can I count?

Hey. Can I count?

1 chair. 1 table.

1 Parselum oil.

1 Milky Way galaxy. 1 refridgerator.

1 bag. 7 suns.

2 skids.

1 hot water. 1 chest of drawers.

12 shooting stars. 1 Earth.

1 kitchen. 2 towels.

1 me. 1 Yoko Suzuki.

1 cupboard. 1 ceiling.

3 shop windows.

1 me. 1 Yoko Suzuki.

81 delivery items.

1 me. 1 Yoko Suzuki.

Only humans request home delivery.

Machines...

don't understand why people want delivery that takes this amount of time.

The senders are human, so the recipients are too.

I don't know what's in the packages.

They're probably not for information transfer.

One might surmise that the sentiment of not using teleportation,

taking years upon years to deliver something to someone,

could be the only way to convey true feeling.

Initially,

when instant teleportation became as widely used as household articles,

it was unthinkable that such degenerate methods would still be used.

Or, so humans have recently stated.

The only time teleportation was thought to be convenient...

was the very beginning.

The feeling of adoration toward the furthest country,

the romance beyond the Milky Way - all lost;

the simplification of going anywhere as if it were merely the next room

made everything go from being three-dimensional to flat-surfaced.

Human feeling...

deteriorated.

The adoration toward distance and time

is not something machines can comprehend.

Rather, the last pride of humanity may be

that which comes from the impotence of machines.

This adoration toward distance and time is probably...

similar to the pulsing of a heartbeat to a human.

See ya later.

You're Dotty, right?

Why are you so quiet? Aren't you and I buddies?

We're old friends, right? Why the long face?

Want to come along with me?

Woof, woof, woof, woof.

This is it for us too.

What are you doing?

Can't you tell me? What were you doing?

Ah.

You're re-tying your shoelaces.

Why don't you scratch it if it's itchy?

Where'd you come from?

That way.

That way, huh.

From over there, then looping around from there.

- You came in that? - Yes.

It makes a nice sound.

What's that?

It's a bicycle.

It's called a bicycle.

- You don't know what it is? - Yeah.

I'll give it to you.

No thanks.

Rank code 894-90.

This is computer machine 6-7 M.I.M.E., code 894-90.

We're off. All systems go.

Hey. Why don't we go somewhere for a drink?

I'm on my way home.

Come back soon. I'll be dead before long.

You'll be young forever, though.

Rank code 894-90.

This is computer machine 6-7 M.I.M.E.,

code 894-90.

All systems go.

This is computer machine 6-7, M.I.M.E.

We are now approaching Planet Hokok in the Pilas system.

We can't see the star we were just at anymore.

Are men like the one from before your type?

The star from before has disappeared.

There's nothing.

Good evening. This is Yoko Suzuki, machine number 722.

It's been 10 years and 3 weeks since venturing out into space.

The tap has stopped working.

When I turn off the water, it makes a weird sound.

For the record, I'll demonstrate.

Thanks, Yoko.

I'm sorry. I said too much.

That feels really good.

1 YEAR LATER

5:23:07 P.M.

"YOKO SUZUKI"

"Ingrid Coach".

Entering landing position.

This is computer machine 6-7 M.I.M.E.

Planet Paracelos. Now entering landing position.

Mr. Coach?

Where's Mr. Coach?

Rank code 9. Code 8.8.

We can depart now.

Z-O-O-O. All systems go.

Excuse me, madam.

Madam?

Madam...

- Yes? - Delivery.

From him?

Took his sweet time.

Deary me.

Sign, please.

Your signature, please.

Wait a moment.

Where?

- Here. - OK.

And one pack of cigarettes, please.

- Which one? - This one.

- Here. - How much?

75 kikki.

Here's your change.

Thank you.

Rank code 7-code, 8.7.

We can depart now.

Petsupa. Stelite. All systems go.

Postal delivery.

It's been a while since I've had a customer.

I've been waiting quite some time!

Well? How do I look?

- It doesn't look that good, really. - I suppose so...thank you.

Thank you.

Shall we walk toward there for a while?

Thanks very much.

This is computer machine 6-7 M.I.M.E.

We will soon arrive at A-6AB.

Are there any changes to the course? I'll wait for 10 seconds.

Examining. Consulting. No objections.

This is computer machine 6-7 M.I.M.E.

Course change nil.

We are now entering Inner Milky Way 3-3.

Official planet name #62678.

Planet outline: the last planet where only humans reside.

Please abide by human rules on this planet.

Emitting a sound louder than 30db is considered a felony.

Only humans live on this star.

Please take care.

Humans that emit a sound louder than 30db are in danger of death.

P-6-7-H-K-7-8p.

Ms. Sori?

Ms. Sori?

Ms. Sori?

Ms. Sori.

Postal delivery.

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