NEURAL NET LOG VIEWER Copyright Ageira Technologies 404 AS. All Rights Reserved. NN LOG FOR: HANAMURA, NODOKA [0d1413d3-c14c-4075-a211-ccad80e150d2] Log Number 001 Date/Time: July 24th, 823 AS | 00:42 Universal Time Location: Ralston Ice Field, Pensylvania System, Liberty Space Subject: Ice Pick
A video feed plays. The Purple haired Kusarian woman is seen on the screen, operating Turret controls with sloth and lack of care.
I hope this thing is on.. They didn't give me a manual for this Neural Net Chip thing they put in me, you know? I mean - I'm lucky I can adapt to these kind of things, but for someone less intelligent, I think they'd be busy trying to get the male enhancement advertisements to get out of their face. And I though we were done with that crap on Earth..
It's been.. what.. 2 years? Since the New Tokyo Research Society woke me up? Can you believe that they got the provisional government of Kusari to go ahead with, while they were tearing apart their sleeper ship for scraps, let them take my cryo pod out to restore it somewhere else on New Tokyo? And honestly - Why did they go ahead with keeping me cooped up in that thing? If anything - I would have loved to been around when Jun'ko Zane and Edison Trent were around. I would have had so many questions for them.. Like.. How did they survive putting up with a Liberty Battleship - The Battleship Unity, of all things, while being surrounded by Nomad-corrupted LIberty forces, for as long as they did? That and.. did they ever bury Walker, the Captain of that Cruiser that destroyed the Unity and rammed those ships blockading Zone 21?
She sighs, A small pout on her face.
I guess I'll never know. However, where they were stuck dealing with K'hara and Rheinlanders - I'm stuck here in the Ralston Field, MIning Helium for Orbital Spa and Cruise. Don't ask me what they wanted the freaking Helium for, probably to host some god damn party. She shrugs.
"OSC Sasa to Freelancer Mu 12-7. how copy? We're inbound for a final load to Erie." "Freelancer Mu 12-7 to OSC Sasa. Solid Copy. I've got 2500 Units of Helium ready to be tractored in. I hope you'll have my paycheck ready to be deposited.
An AI appears on the Hologram pad. She looks similar to Nodoka, yet slightly younger than Nodoka, with longer Blue hair, and a more revealing bodysuit. "Hanamura-sensei, two Rogues - Azimuths 220 and 240, 50 meters above the plane, going 250 Lightyears per second." Nodoka Shakes her head, and replies to the AI. "Don't worry about it, Honya. These Rogues were here before when the Sasa was with me. They aren't going to pick a fight with a Cruise Liner. Not with those numbers, and especially without Torpedoes.
The Large Kusari-built Cruise Liner approaches her position, its' silhouette visible amongst the many rocks in the Ralston field.
And there is my ticket out of this frozen hellhole.
"OSC Sasa, This is Freelancer Mu 12-7. This is the last of my Helium haul above me in the canisters I jettisoned. Go ahead and retrieve them and transfer the credits to my account." "Copy that, Ms. Hanamura. It's a shame you aren't going to be mining any more for us. There's much more money to be made." "I understand, but Mining isn't my cup of tea. I'm more of a social girl." "Roger that. Hope to work with you in the Future, Mu 12-7." Honya Chimes in. "10,000,000 Sirian Credits have been added to your Neural net account, Hanamura-sensei." "The same to you, OSC Sasa. Freelancer 12-7 out." The Ship starts to move, the engines audible from the cockpit, as seconds after firing up, the Cruise Engines Initialize.
Well, I'm 10 million Richer, just for 5 days of Mining. God, why wasn't it this easy to make money on earth? Anywho, I've had my eyes on that VHF for sale on Erie, and I am going for it. That and yesterday, I got a call from some lawyer who wanted to meet with me on Bethlehem. Good timing, as tommorow I'm leaving to go explore the other systems.. After that.. well, maybe I might freelance for some Escorting Jobs, do some light trading..
As Depressing as the current affairs of Humanity in Sirius are.. I honestly feel content with how things are going so far.
Honya! Yes, Hanamura-Sensei?
Play one of the old songs on that Data disk, that ... what was it.. something Lucky. Search for that and play the results. I feel Lucky today.
[As you wish. Some electronica music plays as light engulfs the cockpit, as Honya's autopilot subroutines navigate Nodoka's ship out of the Nebula, on a course for the Erie Docking Ring.
Well, I guess I'll call this a entry and report back before I head to Bethlehem with the new VHF in tow...
Ja ne. The video cuts immediately to black as the Log ends.