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【登録タグ R 巡音ルカ 曲 頑なP】 作詞：頑なP 作曲：頑なP 編曲：頑なP 唄：巡音ルカ 曲紹介 たまに信者って怖いよねー(*´･ω･)(･ω･｀*)ﾈｰ（作者コメ転載） 頑なPのブラジリアンステップ。 戦争がテーマではなかったりします。（マイリストコメントより） Yuy氏がピアノを演奏している。 歌詞 If anything what you love is trampled by someone. Then, what do you do? I want you to think about it. I guess one man stands up and counterattacks it. For instance, he doesn't care even if he isn't right. Indiscreet people gather and the riot expands Irrelevant people are involved by them The merciless attack starts. It's a really unnecessary, miserable religious war It's beyond the range of understanding. Everyone knows. Yes, you also know... What should I do... you do... we do for that Freedom of religion is promised in my region A kind of subculture is practiced like a cult religion Blind love Sometimes replaces the faith. The difference of the belief causes a wrong process It's hard to understand if we sees from the outside. If anything what you love is denied by your lover Can you accept it all? It's time to decide it I don't want you to become a mindless terrorist. For instance, it hurts you even if you are right. Indiscreet people gather and the riot expands Irrelevant people are involved by them The merciless attack starts. It's a really unnecessary, miserable religious war It's beyond the range of understanding. Everyone knows. Yes, you also know... What should I do... you do... we do for that The merciless attack starts. It's a really unnecessary, miserable religious war It's beyond the range of understanding. Everyone knows. Yes, you also know... What should I do... you do... we do for that The merciless attack starts. It's a really unnecessary, miserable religious war It's beyond the range of understanding. Everyone knows. Yes, you also know... The merciless attack starts. It's a really unnecessary, miserable religious war It's beyond the range of understanding. Everyone knows. Yes, you also know... What should I do... you do... we do for that コメント 歌詞追加しておきました。ページ作るからにはちゃんと作ってください -- 名無しさん (2012-04-29 23 58 39) 記事できてたんだ。乙－。歌詞は今のニコニコに対する痛烈な風刺かな？ -- 名無しさん (2012-09-27 03 55 15) 名前 コメント
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DiplomacyNegative 5802000 What an emotion... er... commotion! I m s-s-starting to wonder about my own safety! How mean! Just you wait until I m older...! I probably deserved to be treated with this kind of revulsion... At least tell me what I ve done wrong... Everybody always walks all over me... Whatever I ve done I m sorry! I m sorry for provoking you! Oh, I ve definitely learnt my lesson now! HelpWanted 5802100 Help me, o-o-or I ll commit... an act of desperation! Danger! I m... oh God! Help! PlayerHelp 5802200 I m glad you didn t leave me in the lurch! Thank heavens you got me out of that cuddle... er, trouble! CspSupportWar 5802400 Fine... Maybe I could carry that banner...? That white one over there... Very well! I ll cover you and you... you do the rest. TributePay 5802600 I m afraid that s all I can offer you... Why don t you take the whole purse - it s almost empty anyway... Here! I ve dug deep into my purse... I d be happy to lend you some money... Ah... so you weren t thinking of borrowing it... Well... TributeReceive 5802700 I... I really don t know if I can accept that... Oh! I ll do my best to pay it all back... someday... I ll compose a song of praise for you right away... You re a true saint! Ah! Your selfless contribution has inspired me to write a ballad... PaymentDemand 5802800 I-I-I could really do with some money for... for parchment and quills! It s actually slightly embarrassing, having to ask you... ahem... for money. Might you... possibly have... Alms... for me? Please help me out of this fix - I promise I ll stop singing... for a while... If you don t help me, they ll take away my... gulp my lute! IngratiateSuccess 5802900 Come on, be honest YOU want me to teach you how to write poetry? Really? The songs of angels, you say?! Really?! And I wasn t even in particularly good voice that evening! Since you ask so nicely, I d be delighted to recite my poem... clears throat "The day awakes to dawn at last, signalling the night is past..." What, my beard is starting to sprout?! Really?! So I m turning into a real man... IngratiateFail 5803000 No empty praise, please! I saw that pained expression on your face when I started singing... Yes, she fell in love with my chubby little rosy cheeks. Oh well... Even... even I can t believe it! Did you think I d really fall for that? My poetry... on everyone s lips at the Emperor s court... how wonderful that would be! IntimidateSuccess 5803100 You re calling my singing... caterwauling?! Take that back! Now! ... So awful that it made him sick to his stomach?! Did the Emperor REALLY say about my poem? What? My head is jolly well NOT the same shape as my lute! Don t ever treat me like a child again or... or... or else! And that s a promise! IntimidateFail 5803200 Ha! As if YOU could ever know more than me about the best metre for courtly love songs! Yes, of course the tune and song were composed in the same key... Er, why do you ask? The frills on my hat do NOT look ridiculous, I ll have you know! You re just jealous... TradeMenuActive 5803500 Sorry, my range of Goods is rather limited... If you need someone to help you carry everything, just let me know! I know, you want to look at the Goods in peace... sigh Perhaps you would like a song as background music? clears throat Laaa! cough Laa! I hope you won t find my Goods too expensive... ? CspTakeoverStart 5804000 Wenn du diese Insel nicht mehr brauchst... wär ich so frei... Ich dachte, ich nehme dir mit dieser Insel ein wenig Arbeit ab. Irgendwie habe ich das Gefühl, du hast keine Freude mehr an diesem Stückchen Land. ? CspFail 5804200 Aber natürlich... Wenn du deine Insel lieber behalten willst... Ich verstehe... Du... willst deine Insel gar nicht verkaufen... Aber man hat mir doch gesagt, dass die Insel zum Verkauf steht! ? CspSuccess 5804400 Oh? Ich hab s... tatsächlich geschafft?! MEINE Insel? Ich bin wirklich der neue Besitzer?! Juhu! Nie dachte ich es könnt gescheh n, die Insel mein und ich am Leben... PausePassiveTradePlague 5804500 Ugh! Are those black pustules on your face?! The great Plague... gulp I had better write a requiem… RestartPassiveTradePlague 5804600 It s a miracle! The black death couldn t touch you! The end of the pestilence is oh so near, of the Plague you now are clear... Ahem... in honour of your recovery. QuestStart 5804700 Could you help me with this? Ple-e-ease! I just can t manage this by myself...! Perhaps YOU could manage it? You ve got to help me out of this fix! QuestFinish 5804800 I could sing with joy! Only joking... What would I do without you! I knew I could count on you! QuestInvite 5804900 Have you fulfilled my Quest already?! You mean you have actually my fulfilled my request? Really? You surely haven t completed my Quest already, have you? QuestRemind 5805000 Yoohoo! The Quest... Does that ring any bells? You... wanted to complete it... I don t want to seem bossy, but this Quest was rather urgent... actually... QuestFail 5805100 Well, you know... that Quest... it s not really a priority any more. Ah, I should have simply told you about this Quest earlier… AIStrong 5805200 You... ahem... must just be going through a lean period. It wasn t my intention to outdo you - honestly! I don t know how it has come to this either... There... there must be some misunderstanding! You get used to that feeling of wretchedness. Believe me, I m very familiar with it... Oh, don t hang your head! You ll soon be back on your feet! Don t worry! Anyway, no one will believe that I m more powerful than you! AIWeak 5805300 What wouldn t I give to be as well respected as you! I d like to be as successful as you for a day! Your success just cries out for a poem! Wait, I ve got the ideal verse somewhere... You re my greatest role model, did you know that?! I really want to be like you when I grow up! I look upon you with awe.... oh my! I m absolutely nothing compared to you! MilitaryNegative 5805500 If you were trying to scare me... you succeeded. Your soldiers look pretty strong... and brave... and brutal... and, and, and warlike... Y-y-you can send your Army away as far as I m concerned - you have nothing to fear from me! That s... gulp a very... impressive Army! AIKill 5805600 Whatever is that... bright light? And that angelic singing... Aah... It s suddenly turned... so cold... here... cough My eyes grow dim, I fade away... cough ...to heaven I am on my way... AIComebackAngry 5805700 I am back! And this time I brought a couple of Knights with me. REAL Knights, do you hear?! I let you bully me before, but now… now… that won t work any more! … hopefully… just so you know! I composed a battle anthem for myself! A really dangerous one! FeedbackSettlementNegative 5806100 No offence, but I feel more comfortable at home! I m doing about as well with your Town as... you would with my poetry... Well, you don t want me to sing an ode to your Town anyway... Your Town is... is like a song without a tune. It s bound to be my fault that I can t appreciate the uniqueness of your Settlement... Looking at your Town... somehow robs me of all inspiration. Perhaps the special characteristics of your Town are lost on one as young as I...? FeedbackSettlementPositive 5806200 So this is your Settlement... It s astounding what you can do! This is the most beautiful Town I ve ever seen! May I model my own Settlement on yours? Ah, if only I could call such a magnificent Town my own... I could write the most wonderful melodies in surroundings like these... How would you like me to sing a song in honour of your magnificent Settlement...?! Laaaa Lalalala Your Town inspires me... to compose new poetic masterpieces! PlayerSettleAIIsland 5806500 This isn t what I had in mind when I said I wanted to get to know you better! I-I-I ll start singing if you don t make yourself scarce! AIWantIsland 5806600 The dream is over... No Island to inspire me to write new poems… But… but this Island… I wanted to stay… ohh… Too late... yet again... And that Island would have been... oh well, never mind. DomeBuilt 5806700 In your Cathedral I stand in the choir, performing songs hour upon hour… yeeesss... Might I perform a song at the inaugural service for your wonderful Cathedral? Oh, please! AIResign 5806800 I see... I m out of place here! No! Don t say anything! It will only make parting even more painful... I give up! There s no point... So... I might as well go... really... SmalltalkCsp 5806900 Ah... that blonde hair... Marie d Artois really does look like an angel, don t you think? To be in her arms would feel like heaven... If I learnt how to use a sword and fight like a real knight, do you think Marie would notice me? Sir Gavin is so charismatic! Ah, if only I could beguile the ladies like he does! Although of course HE can t sing... I was going to document his life in a heroic epic but HE said I should just take him a cask of Wine and that he d write it himself... Don t you think Cardinal Lucius s eyes are frightening? Sometimes he looks blind, sometimes he doesn t... That really scares me... Cardinal Lucius frightens me. Every time we meet, he knows things about me... that he couldn t possibly know! Did you know? Willem van der Mark s daughter is missing! That makes me sooo sad! I have already composed an ode about it, but I am not confident enough to perform it in front of him… Mr Willem knows absolutely everything! Although he evidently doesn t know the first thing about lyric poetry When I sent that valuable necklace to Baronessa Zanchi, she was so-o-o nice to me. Except... since I started dedicating courtly love songs to her on a regular basis, she s been increasingly cool towards me... Strange, isn t it? Baronessa Zanchi s husbands were all very old, and none of them lasted long. Maybe she should find herself a younger man - like me! I recently tried to buy some strings for my lute from Giovanni. Don t ask me how he did it but I still didn t have any strings when I left him, although I did have a new lute... and a triangle... and a tambourine... I asked Giovanni to take me under his wing, but when I realised how hard I d have to slave away for him, without pay of course, just to learn something, well, I ran away. Something tells me that the lovely Helena doesn t take me seriously. She s always ruffling my hair, like... a lap-dog. Any sin commit I would for her comely womanhood! Oh Helena, twould be a dream to hold her... were I but a few years older... Watery eyes, a restless look; fear has Guy upon its hook! Pause Fear is something I know well! I don t intend to take any more advice from Guy Forcas! He suggested I should fill my lute with water to obtain a richer sound... and now it won t work at all! Abbess Hildegard should certainly continue to care for others, but if she forces me to swallow that revolting herbal concoction again, I ll... I ll be sick! Abbess Hildegard is a good soul. But why does she always have to treat me like a little boy? I… I m… almost a man! Wusstest du, dass Richard Northburgh eine Vorliebe für Architektur hat? Man munkelt, er plane ein riesiges Bauwerk. Lord Northburgh verhält sich mir gegenüber immer ausgesprochen höflich. Er ist wirklich einer der Wenigen, die mir nicht herablassend begegnen. Ich mag es, wenn Lord Northburgh Geschichten über den Orient erzählt. Ich glaube, er hat sogar einige Zeit dort gelebt. Stimmt es wirklich, dass Al Zahir nur hier ist, weil sich der Sultan so für unsere Kultur interessiert? Ich glaube, ein Großwesir ist so etwas wie ein Fürst, oder? Jedenfalls finde ich, dass Al Zahir für einen so mächtigen Würdenträger fast schon zu nett ist. Al Zahir soll schon viele Intrigen gegen seinen Sultan verhindert haben. Da hat er ja etwas mit Lord Northburgh gemeinsam. Ich glaube, den Korsaren kann man nicht trauen. Egal, welche Vereinbarung man mit ihnen trifft Sobald man ihnen den Rücken zuwendet, haben sie sie bestimmt vergessen… Ach wäre ich nur auch so furchtlos wie Hassan ben Sahid und seine Korsaren! Vielleicht hätte ich dann auch so viel Erfolg wie er… Kürzlich haben die Korsaren ein Handelsschiff geentert. Die Ladung wurde unter den Piraten aufgeteilt, aber die Schiffsbesatzung... be Sahid ließ sie am Sklavenmarkt verkaufen! MenuMemoryAngry 5807100 Couldn t we... arrange things so that we... don t have to meet again? No? Please, no! I don t want to be your whipping boy again! You?! ... gulp I think I m going to be ill... MenuMemoryPleased 5807200 Yes, that s right, I m the minstrel you met not long ago... So you... you actually remember me? You want me on your side again? And I foolishly thought I was nothing but a millstone round your neck.... How lovely to see you again! I was afraid you would be tired of me after our last meeting... MenuNeutral 5807300 I want to be a minstrel when I grow up! Of course! I LOVE poetry and courtly love songs! You too?! Ah, this is the perfect opportunity for a welcoming serenade! warbles I... erm... I m Leif Jorgensen... poet and... grocer. MenuCspKill 5807500 Oh no, not you! Oh, please! Don t hurt me again... Mer-r-rcy-y-y! You... you ve already annihilated me once! MenuPlayerKill 5807600 I know I defeated you recently... but... that was an accident... Honestly! That time I defeated you... I hope it won t come between us...? It won t, will it? SmalltalkSelf 5808200 I ve decided to capture all those sumptuous Oriental legends on parchment for future generations. I thought I d call the work "Tales of 100 Nights..." Hmm, 100 nights... Do you think that will be enough? Whenever I sing one of my courtly love songs , the ladies are overcome by strange fits of giggles and then run away... Do you think they re... just shy? I heard about an outlaw recently. He steals from the rich and divides his spoils among the poor. It s nice of him, but it s not really the right material for a heroic epic, do you think?! MosqueBuilt 5805800 I d love to be a muezzin! I could stand up there in the Mosque s minaret and sing ten times a day! Oh my! When I look at that Mosque, I m overwhelmed with thousands of ideas for songs and poems... QuestCorveeStart 5803600 This time... this time I insist that you help me! Help me now or... or I ll be offended! You MUST help me... I... I really mean it! Affirmation 5808500 What wonderful ideas you always have! That s... You ve... I m lost for words! If only I D thought of that first! You ve done it again! You always have the best ideas! SelectShip NEW 5807700 Someone simply MUST write a poem about this Ship, don t you think? Everything is r-r-rocking so … I… I think this Ship must be… broken! Just look at h-h-how high the mast is… I am so glad it s not ME sitting up there in the crow s nest! I should take this Ship on a great voyage and write all about my adventures! Yes indeed! The Captain may only have one eye, but I think he can steer a steady course… Can you imagine... I am to be the Ship s boy on my own Ship! Oh… Text spezial (20 000 GUIDs) 5830000 [THIRDPARTY_SENDER_PLAYER] is frightened by your new Alliance. [THIRDPARTY_SENDER_PLAYER] would prefer to stay out of your War with [THIRDPARTY_THIRD_PLAYER]. The sight of your Troops scares [THIRDPARTY_SENDER_PLAYER]. [THIRDPARTY_SENDER_PLAYER] is convinced that you will soon become more powerful. THIRDPARTY_SENDER_PLAYER] is disappointed to find that you already have a Settlement, [THIRDPARTY_CITY], on this Island. Quests (50 000 GUIDs) 5850000 StandardQuest The big entrance The noisy Feast Theatrical stage A glimmer of hope Variety The Lute Respect and recognition Bear hunt Protection for the beloved Extra-sensory perception Childhood memories The mother of all Feasts Fresh hope Pastures new Cultural exchange La crème de la crème The Isle of the Muse Always on the little ones The golden feather Musicians at Sea That s all the thanks you get Atonement A glimmer of hope I An Oriental trader has some information about the disappearance of [QUEST_SENDER] s father. He claims to know the location of his damaged Flagship and is willing to give you the coordinates for a fee. Help [QUEST_SENDER]! A glimmer of hope II You are to go to the completely destroyed wreck of a Ship to obtain more information. Salvage the Ship s Logbook and take it to [QUEST_SENDER]. Now convinced of his father s death, [QUEST_SENDER] decides to build a Monument to the head of the family in his home City. Do him a service and provide him with the necessary supplies. A glimmer of hope III [QUEST_SENDER] s sister I The incompetent Helmsmen from [QUEST_SENDER] s Fleet are to thank for the fact that his sister is now shipwrecked and adrift on the Ocean. Rescue her and take her to [QUEST_SENDER] s Warehouse. [QUEST_SENDER] s sister II [QUEST_SENDER] has lost all faith in his Captains. He asks you to escort his sister so that he can rest assured that she is in safe hands. A generous reward beckons! [QUEST_SENDER] once tried to be a sharp Trader and fleece his counterpart, who promptly hired some mercenary Ships to make his life difficult. Break through the blockade in front of [QUEST_SENDER] s Warehouse! Warehouse in peril Blockade breaker A sad certainty II A sad certainty III Furs Furs Furs I Furs Furs Furs II High treason! I High treason! II High treason! III The child s Lute What belongs together… Cultural philistine The Corsair menace I As [QUEST_SENDER] was unable to meet the Corsairs demands, they have set fire to his Lute factory, the stage and a part of the Fleet. [QUEST_SENDER] asks you to seek justice. Tribute collector If [QUEST_SENDER] hadn t boasted so openly about the value and the sumptuous quality of his Furs, the Corsairs would surely not have set out to blockade the Harbour in front of his Warehouse. Help him! Unbelievable! Word has reached [QUEST_SENDER] s ears that songs written by someone else were performed in HIS City. Find the Musicians and take them to [QUEST_SENDER]! These musical scoundrels have escaped from [QUEST_SENDER] s prison and have stolen the manuscripts of his latest ode. Destroy the fleeing Ship! Now that no one distributes foreign Art without permission any more, [QUEST_SENDER] decides to organise a Feast for his People and to exploit it as a public premiere. Deliver the Goods he requires! The Jorgensen Treasure The miracle Lute Creative solitude World Peace Talent Distress call Handelsauftrag CSP_05 Willem (100 000 GUIDs) 5900000 Profil (50 000 GUIDs) 5900000 Audio (30 000 GUIDs) 5900000 Angry 5900000 This is impertinence! Don t be childish! How ill-mannered! No! Never ever! Woe betide you! You deserve a good hiding! How tactless of you! That just won t do! Don t trouble yourself! How unpleasant! Never! I won t hear of it! Are you in your right mind!? Do you want to bet?! Just you dare! On no account! Silence! I am appalled! What infamy! Unbelievable! This is unheard of! Someone should teach you some manners! Dreadful! That is too much! Pleased 5900100 Oho! Impeccable! Also gut! That sounds good! How appropriate! Very honourable. Marvellous! Ah! Wonderful! I am thrilled! Yes! Of course! Wonderful! Naturally! How lovely! Most gratifying! Goodness me! How delightful! Marvellous! Excellent! Astonishing! Indeed… Oh! laughs Yes indeed! Very friendly!
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Author pneumonica (Edmund Wilfong) ©2014-2015 pneumonica 【翻訳中】 Mira was warrant officer His official title was “division group junior auditor.” It s one of dozens of positions in the Imperial military of its kind. There are always places to put people who need to go nowhere, always window seats for the problem cases. His job was, on paper, logistical and tactical, but in practice all it did was give him access to some parts of the military research facility where he worked. It looked very important to people who didn t understand, so if he wanted to impress people he could go out and tell people about his important position. Anybody in the Imperial military would know better – he was somebody doomed to be nobody. Still, he took pride in his work. He believed strongly in leaving a place better than when he d entered it, and that included the Prentiss Facility where he was stationed. He frequently checked the secured documents to which he had access and educated himself in all areas of the facility to which he had access. The head of experimental science (and vice-commandant of the Prentiss Facility), Vellan Philter, always watched him carefully. It was never clear whether Vellan trusted Mira and monitored him or distrusted him and waited for him to do wrong. Others in the facility thought he was “all wrong.” They were certain they knew why he was in a dead end posting. He took a “diseased” interest in the drones. Some went so far as to say he felt them his “harem.” Drones were still new technology, and many voices said they were an atrocity committed on people – this reputation of Mira s fed into that idea far to readily. They kept him at arm s length, hoping never to brush up against him and touch his diseased body. This suited Mira perfectly well. He didn t want to deal with them. His purpose was the drone fighter wing under his care, and that was what mattered. Mira did as he did every evening when he left duty. He got dinner and then headed to the hangar. The Prentiss Facility was a military research facility, but it was an outlying facility that used live enemy targets for some of its research purposes. This one studied the operations of drone fighters. Mira had done everything he could to study the biophysics and biocybernetics of the drone. There was a new drone in the facility, to replace one that had been lost by enemy strafing. He had a procedure he followed with the drones, a process that he was testing, unofficially. He walked into the hangar and lit a cigarette. There were work crews around, but they knew Mira and none of them ever wanted to interfere with him. They kept only enough watch over him to make sure he wasn t damaging anything. He walked up to the new drone fighter, a modified GranViia. He still wasn t up on what the modifications were, but this was a research facility, after all. Chances are every vehicle, machine, device, and even the pens were modified in some way. Nothing comes factory standard in this place. He opened an access panel. The drone would be in low cycle now, preparing for rest but not yet relaxed. This was the best time. He crawled into the interior chamber and slid into a tight-fit area, sometimes called the “medical chamber.” If the organic engine needed “repairs,” a doctor would fit in here and be able to bring some equipment, but it was still close and tight. Within was a mound of tissue. Although pliant, it had a hard surface. Along the surface was a shape, looking like nothing so much as a bald woman lying face down in the mound, only the front half of her body was absorbed into it and the body itself was just more of the tissue. There was usually some reminder that a person was lost in making this monster. He turned about and lay on his back upon the organic mound, next to the shape that wanted very much to look like a woman. He took a drag of his cigarette. “I am Junior Auditor Mira. I know it s a girl s name, and I know you re confused that I m speaking to you. I ve studied the biophysics. You don t hear the way we do, but looking at what s left of the human anatomy I see a thin muscle fiber stretching across what once was your ear canal. A sound coming from close to your body resonates through it, which means you can, at least a little bit, hear me. I have a theory about you, and I m testing it.” Commander Philter knew where Mira was, but not exactly what he was doing. The man had been troublesome since he first arrived. A warrant officer who d moved brilliantly up the ranks, but struck the mother of all dead ends – lack of permission. No aristocrat in the Empire wanted him rising. It seemed like they thought of him as some black mark on someone s name. What was he? The illegitimate son of the Emperor? That wouldn t be such a big deal – he s pretty sure there was one of those already an officer on some Creyhien somewhere. So long as they keep quiet and everybody can maintain plausible deniability, noble bastards actually got quite the advantage out of their bastardy. No, there was something else at work. A diligent, intelligent, capable man, even if just barely a man (still a boy by some standards), should be flying through the warrant ranks, and the only dead end he d meet would be at the top of the warrant ranks. Vellan hadn t seen this particular phenomenon before, and there was something that made his senses tingle. Also, Mira was attractive and boyish, but Vellan insisted to himself that this had nothing to do with it. In fairness, it wasn t truly about that. Vellan was an officer and Mira was a warrant officer, which made any such relationship unethical and against regulation, even worse that they were in the same chain of command. Still, Vellan would occasionally pause to eat the eye candy – no harm in looking. He remembered when Mira first arrived. Vellan took him into his office and explained the situation to him. “Mira... I don t know who you are or what you did, but I do know this. You re a junior auditor. That means where you are now, you will remain for the rest of your military career. You will not make any more of a name for yourself than you have. You will not gain promotion. Nobody leaves the auditor corps unless they leave the military. If you choose to leave, I will approve it immediately. There s no reason you should stay in this useless position.” Vellan saw in Mira s eyes – he was hurt. He knew he had enemies, that much was obvious, but he didn t think they d just pack him in a closet and walk away. Mira wrote something to himself, closed the cap on his pen, and then set in Vellan s desk, saying, “I don t need a name. My fingerprints will be on every success of this facility.” Then he walked out. There s an interesting thing about pens in the Imperial military. The commissariat is notoriously tight about office supplies, which makes pens in short supply. Most people who use pens buy their own, and usually those pens are unique to the individual, who buy many of them from some vendor and then hoard them. Putting your pen on someone else s desk might be a kind statement, something of comradeship. It could also be a dolorous statement, a promise of haunting. Regardless, the words of the statement were always the same. Remember me. It was impossible for Vellan to forget him. The pen was a damned good pen. There was a lot of mythology about what someone does with a pen given in this way. Many people, a few of them knowing Vellan s “sensitive” nature, assumed this was a “pen proposal,” based on the urban myth of an officer proposing to another officer with a pen rather than a ring. In Vellan s case, it was just that the pen was that good. You could step on it and it would twist your ankle before breaking. It could withstand up to three seconds under an arc welder. It could write upside-down while underwater, and it could continue writing in arctic cold. It could even fall hundreds of feet, land on a hard surface, and the ink within wouldn t be disrupted. It looked like a narrow bolt of ugly steel, but it was a damned good pen. And it always reminded him of the slow-burning fuse in Prentiss Facility and made him wonder what would happen when the fuse burned down. Mira breathed a cloud of smoke into the small chamber. The organic structure quivered, but slowly relaxed. “You see, I don t think you ve lost every human impulse. I ve studied the biophysics. Yes, I m a tactical and logistical officer studying biophysics. Make jokes on your own time. But my assessment is that you can just barely hear, you can probably feel, and you definitely know things. I hazard the guess that you ve still got the reflexes of a human being, like the touch reflex.” At this, he rested his hand on the organic surface. He took another drag and continued. “Touching a person has an odd effect – it s like melting away barriers, perhaps very slowly. People actually trust you more the more you touch them. Of course, the way you touch them might offset the effect, but the fact of it remains. And touching someone while you talk to them makes them trust you more. So, I m going to tell you about myself.” The cloud was thick in the chamber, but the vent system was doing well to keep it from suffocating him. The engine itself needed to breathe, after all. “I am Mira. I was born to Cralend parents. They are a tribe of desert nomads, if you don t know, the Yellow Men. They re called Yellow Men because the men wear dyed veils. On the desert, water is more expensive than dye, so the dye is pressed into the fabric. There, it deposits back on the skin, giving the men their yellow faces.” The organic structure began to relax. In reality, he had no way of knowing why, but he imagined it was because it was settling to his presence. “The Cralend are warriors. The men go to war because the women want to wed good warriors. The noblewomen have harems of warriors. They can even act as their own harem guards, without losing the goodies.” He had a chuckle to himself over that. “My parents weren t nobles. They got caught in a counter-raid. Their clan had raided a few Imperial caravans, and the Empire ground them into the sand. I was four.” His eyes glazed over slightly as he described this. For him it was reliving a moment in his life that, at the time, was terrible, but now it was just a thing to watch. “I escaped into the desert and followed the oases to an Imperial city. I lived as a street urchin for some years. Officially, I lived like that for ten years, but it was more like seven. Boyish looks, indeed.” He took one last drag of his cigarette, then pulled out another one and lit it off the first one. “And I manged to read. I ve always been literate. I don t know why my mother educated me – no Cralend man gets educated.” He took the spent cigarette and put it out on the “thigh” of the woman-shape in the organic engine. The whole engine had a spasm, clearly feeling the pain of it. He dropped the cigarette on the ground and continued. “That s why I have a woman s name. A mira is a kind of desert flower. It s a woman s name where most people come from, but we re matriarchal. It s a man s name for us. But I read, and I learned. One day, when I was fourteen... officially... I sat in during a wargame at the Gant Academy. It was a rather nice academy. I started criticizing some of the plays made by the players.” He took another drag, and the engine seemed to shift, not certain whether to be comfortable or nervous. “Some aristocrat approached me, a war minister or something. He muttered something about children, and invited me to dinner. Well, there I was, a child who wasn t actually fourteen being invited to dinner by a wealthy stranger. I thought I knew what was going to happen, but it didn t. Instead, he decided he d sponsor me into the Gant Academy. I d learn military discipline, military skills, and all that. I didn t know why, but now I think I do.” He closed his eyes at this. This part wasn t so distant, even though it was six years ago. “He was playing a joke. On everybody. He was playing a joke on me for being an upstart. He was playing a joke on the academy – look at the boy named for a girly flower, the faceless orphan, the filthy gamin in rags, the camel jockey. He was playing a joke on the military, to see what they d do with me. It was all a joke. But the joke was a tough one, because I succeeded. I paid attention and worked, and I had a talent. All Cralend have a talent for war, I figure.” The engine seemed to relax, allowing him to sink slightly into it. A part of him wanted to think it was trying to comfort him, but he knew better. “And that s how I made it here. I m in a position of little authority. I look and sound important and have nothing to do. So, I m improving you. I m going to make you the best that you can be. I m going to drill you, in here, in operations. I ll talk you through it.” His cigarette was burning down, so he pulled out another one. The engine noticeably tensed. Its pattern recognition skills were admirable. “Understand, you are like me. You re in a dead end. The difference is, I m a person and you re a tool. You aren t a person, and you shouldn t confuse yourself into thinking you re one. You may remember being a person, but you gave that up when you walked into this thing. Now you re a possession. You re not even the property of another person – you re the property of a fiction, and Empire that exists only because people say it does.” The engine seemed to shift around, its musculature trying to relax and remaining tense. “I will make you the best tool that you can be. Honest mistakes will gain honest correction, but I do not like thinking I ve been ignored. If I think you re being temperamental,” at this, he lit his second cigarette off the first, “Understand that I ve studied your biophysics and I know how to hurt you most efficiently without causing lasting injury.” He doused the first cigarette against the woman-shape thigh, and the thing struggled as if to come free of its own body. Unfortunately for it, it didn t have the right kind of muscles to do more than rock Mira in his position. Mira took a long drag and breathed it out. “So, I m going to talk you through your operational priorities. I know they ll say certain things, but some rules are always going to be true. Pay extra-close attention to this. These rules are what you live by.” Some time later, Mira was walking down the halls towards his quarters. A Lieutenant Grable looked at him as he passed, and then burst out, “Junior Auditor, how do you explain yourself?” Mira turned and responded, “I don t tend to, sir. What seems to be the trouble?” “The back of your uniform is an ATROCITY. What have you been doing, lying in the mud?” Of course, Grable knew where Mira had been, if not what he was doing. The human silhouettes in the organic engines of the drone fighters wasn t lost on anybody. “I m returning to my quarters to change, sir.” “Of course you are, and we re losing time in your duty position.” Mira wanted to ask what duties he was supposed to be performing, but he restrained himself. “No, sir, I m presently off duty.” Grable was going to go on, but another voice called out, “Auditor. I d like to have a word with you.” It was Commander Philter. “Lieutenant Grable, do you still need Auditor Mira?” Grable knew better than to press when the commander spoke. “No, sir. I take my leave, sir.” He gave a polite bow and walked off. Mira now turned to Vellan. “Commander, how can I help you?” He noticed the pen in Philter s pocket. Mira had bought five of them and more ink cartridges than a regiment could use in a month. He wasn t sure where Philter got his, but he was still using Mira s pen. Philter replied, “The officers believe that you re treating these drones as your pets. They think you have some sick entanglement with them.” Mira smirked. “Do the drones count as being in my chain of command, sir?” If Philter s eyes could shoot beams, those beams would cut straight through Mira s eyes and into the wall behind him. “I know better. The scientists all say that there s intelligence in the drones, but no human intelligence. Anything human in them is absorbed and nullified. You, however, have a different theory. You think there are still women in there.” Mira didn t break his gaze on Vellan. “If that s the case, sir, then these would not be war machines but people. I don t think I d be comfortable treating people in this way.” Vellan nodded. “I see. But still, you think they retain human reactions to events. By building trust from them, you want to make them a better-coordinated fighting unit. The drones do tend to coordinate more closely with each other. 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Alright, kid, you can stick around if ya want, get to know the fellas. But come see me before you go, I got something in mind for ya. If you re beat though, you can just call it quits for today. I ll catch up with ya tomorrow. It s up to you. So... Feel like testing yourself in a real fight? I guess it depends on who I m fighting. Well the chinks wanna put their champ up against one of our guys. If you re up to it, I ll give ya a little piece of the action. And remember - the more you fight, the more the guys get to know who you are. A good fighter can really make a name for himself around here. I m sorry Mr. Galante, but I m beat after that match with Pepe. Alright then, go get some rest, Nancy. I ll see ya tomorrow. Sure, why not. That s what I like to hear. Alright kid, come with me. You change your mind? Sorry, I m runnin on fumes here, Mr. Galante. Alright, suit yourself... Yeah, sign me up. Haha, I knew you weren t a sissy. Alright kid, come with me. n_ Come on. Give me another twenty. n_Yeah, that s it. n_Keep it up. Hell of a job with that asshole O Neill. Nice. Next time do us all a favor and snap the prick s neck, would ya? あのオニールとケンカしたんだって？ すげぇな. 次は俺たちが親切にして アソコをへし折ってやるよ. n_How s Old Man Galante know so much about boxing? n_Never know by looking at him now, but he was a prizefighter back in the day. Damn good one too. n_No shit. n_Yeah, I heard he used to fight in bare knuckle matches before he went pro. n_I m just glad he organizes these fights. Not that there s anything else to do in here, you know? And he must be making a small fortune on all the bets he takes. n_Haha. Matter of fact, I heard that s what he s in here for - he was one of the biggest bookies in Empire Bay. Winston s offering two-to-one against Pepe. Pepe wasn t a friend of mine, I d take that bet. O Neill s a fucking animal. ウィンストンの2対1の申し出をペペは断ったんだ. ペペは俺の友達じゃなかったが賭けた. オニールはひどい野郎だ. Nice work in the ring, buddy. Little more of that, and you ll be ready for a real fight. いい試合だったぜ. もう少し練習すれば, ケンカでも通用すると思うぜ.