Volume 6 Chapter 0 (1/2)
[Support by] About Your Simulators [DELTA brain][edit]
Maxwell
The mainframe you built yourself. Heh hehn. Built from 400 new handheld game consoles bought cheaply due to early failure. They were hooked up in parallel and placed in a container.
I use a liquid cooling system and the cooling circulation system is kept in a different container.
Laplace
A parallel processing machine originally used as a simulator by the Bright Cross Disaster Prevention Foundation’s Kukyou City Branch and lent to the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science, and Technology as a personnel search computer. It was originally a largescale supercomputer, but you only took one blade server with you. Even so, its specs rival my own.
Ghost Cat
The security server that protected the Peace Committee Convalescent Hospital which was performing anti-Archenemy research separately from the Bright Cross. Once more, you removed one blade server during the confusion of the abandoned hospital’s collapse. Its specs as a pure simulator are inferior to the previous two, but its ability at controlling and providing parallel instructions for drones and other unmanned weapons is superior.
Also, the three can be connected in parallel to combine their processing power if need be.
Chapter 0[edit]
The Calamity.
I now knew how the world would end.
“Welcome to the Techno Parade, a festival for benevolent hackers! No one knows anymore when it truly began, but starting when the official records began, this is 21st year. Kukyou City was chosen as the host this year, so the festivities there are going to continue nonstop for several days and several nights!!”
It was the relaxing time after dinner. That amateurish announcement came from my little sister Ayumi’s hands as she lazed around on the living room sofa. More specifically, it came from the online news broadcast playing on the notebook-sized tablet she held.
“Onii-chan, aren’t you going to go to that?”
“You know, Ayumi, I’m not a hacker like you see in the movies. It’s true I know more about machines than most people, but I only learned that from building a giant simulation machine in the natural course of pursuing the swimsuit jiggling of the Forehead Gla.s.ses Cla.s.s Rep who lives next door…”
“…Fuguu. In a way, that’s even more impressive. Why do you put all your effort into the wrong things?”
“Clearly you aren’t familiar with the history of the human race, little girl. Technological development has always gone hand in hand with l.u.s.t. Don’t even try to tell me you don’t know what it was that led to the explosive spread of video tapes and the internet. VR too!”
“There’s something wrong with a big brother who proudly tells his cute sister that.”
What did it matter if my little sister gave me that look? Now if it was the Cla.s.s Rep, I would probably commit seppuku on the spot.
This was how to get along with family. If you had to restrict your behavior for someone you lived with, it would be so stifling you would eventually break down.
“Ahh, that was a nice bath.”
My older sister Erika walked over with her skin flushed and her blonde hair still in ringlet curls despite having been in the bath. She was generally strict about her diet and only ate small meals, but she pulled a vanilla popsicle out of the freezer as her one indulgence.
However…
“…Onee-chan, there’s also something wrong with your pajamas,” said Ayumi.
“Oh?” said Erika.
“Ayumi, you don’t have much room to talk in that tank top and shorts,” I added.
With Ayumi’s outfit and with Erika’s see-through pink negligee, it could be hard to know where to look. Then again, they had chosen to wear those things themselves, so I wasn’t going to restrain myself from looking. If it was the Cla.s.s Rep, I would probably have exploded, though.
As a vampire, Erika attended the nighttime school, but she was in a relaxed mood tonight. The night courses worked more like a college than a high school, so the teachers apparently didn’t get after you much as long as you got the necessary number of attendance days. That was likely meant to meet the special needs of the people who required night courses. Whether you saw it as convenient or impersonal was up to the individual.
“What were you talking about?” asked Erika. “I want to join in.”
“The hacker festival.”
“Oh? That sounds perfect for Satori-kun.”
Even Erika thought that? What did people think I was? You care about this kind of t.i.tle and social status as a teen!
“Anyway, they say it’s happening in the multipurpose hall and 70,000 people will gather there each day,” said Ayumi. “That’s incredible. How many of those are hackers, I wonder?”
If you used the global internet, you could cause damage on the other side of the planet no matter where on the globe you were…but it would be better not to point that out. It would only increase their misunderstanding.
I’m not a criminal hacker. I’m a fan of the Cla.s.s Rep’s jiggling!!
“Oh? Where you going, Onii-chan?”
“The bath, obviously.”
“Eh heh heh. Enjoy your Onee-chan’s leftover scent and leftover bathwater☆”
“Fuguu!!”
I turned my back on Ayumi’s puffed out cheeks and headed to the changing room. I shut the door and then muttered something under my breath.
“…Leftover scent and leftover bathwater, hm?”
I jumped when a warning buzzer came from the smartphone in my pocket. It was clearly different from an incoming call or message.
“Warning: User, you should avoid saying such ‘meaningful’ things while staring into the mirror with a look of 120% seriousness on your face. If someone heard you, I could not protect you.”
“Wah!?”