Story Reader / Festival Event Story / The Night Train on Reunion / Story
Well done indeed.
Inside the frigid exhibition hall, "Conductor"—whose body has formed from pieces of mechanoids on the floor—trots up to the train's door.
Almost complete, its body misses just one last piece now.
Sir... with all due respect... you're stepping on my head.
Oops, apologies!
This... is all quite baffling.
Picking up the part from under his foot, Kamui mounts it hard on Conductor's body.
Thank you so much.
Seems like our missing passengers are now back as well.
Right, I'm back.
I challenged this guy that I met in an online game to a match, but I ended up standing him up because a mission came up.
He was totally cool with that, but I felt kind of guilty for standing him up...
So I decided to show up this time as promised, except he wasn't there...
Gestalt's replay excludes external all entities from outside Babylonia to maximize calculation capacity.
Oh boy, what a shame... Wait, does that mean the guy isn't from Babylonia?
...
Its face showing not one trace of emotion, the robot looks away without answering Kamui's question.
The question is not part of the task at hand.
Where are we now anyway?
So this exhibition hall... is also part of the replay?
Exactly.
And based on my observation of everything you did just now, I believe these trivialities fail to constitute a compelling reason for this particular historical data to be preserved.
Why's that?!
What's the point in preserving the initial version of the data when Allen's first application was rejected?
But Iris Warbler only came into existence because he improved his first application!
Ultimately, however, the final version is the one that was approved, no?
In other words—all that's useless, discarded, insignificant, and meaningless shall be removed.
No, that's definitely not true.
Because nothing is meaningless!
Please, then, prove to me the meaning of your having breakfast together.
...
This particular data obviously lacks value.
That which lacks meaning lacks value.
That which lacks a special meaning shall be deleted.
Objection!
Says Noan as he steps out of the train through the back door, followed by Bianca.
Seems like this party is about to grow a lot rowdier.
Objection... you said?
...I picked that up from an old detective film.
But what I am trying to say is that what you said isn't true.
Our experiences make us who we are, whether they're meaningful or not.
Noan! Bianca!
That... is incomprehensible.
And that... is probably what sets "humans" apart from "programs."
Everything is binary and needs to be accurate.
Utterly incomprehensible...
Silence befalls the cold, spacious exhibition hall.
You're going to... show me?
Well, chop chop and get the show on the road, then.
From outside the car, a red figure pulls a window open and stares curiously this way.
What? Surprised to see me?
You have to keep roaming around with this machine if you want to prove yourself right.
Hop on already. I'm in a rush to give Noctis a blow in the head now.
...Understood.
Per everyone's request, I'll be choosing a different point in time to replay.
I hereby sincerely implore that we prove the value of the upcoming historical data.
Or, for that matter, prove me wrong...
