Story Reader / Floating Record / ER11 Begin Anew / Story
—Though, I feel like this bubble tea... could be a bit sweeter.
Jetavie mumbles while chewing on the tapioca pearls.
The sugar Jetavie just added is already seven times the standard daily sugar intake for a human. It's equivalent to consuming a week's worth of sugar in one day.
It doesn't matter, I'm not human anyway.
You added just as much sugar to Teacher's bubble tea, didn't you? Teacher's going to get cavities.
You discreetly glance at the bubble tea that was just handed to you. A cloyingly sweet aroma wafts through the air. Not entirely unpleasant, but so intense that you can't help but question the sugar content inside.
Upon hearing Ewig's words, Jetavie looks at you with anticipation.
The sweetness is enough to trigger an existential crisis. The liquid entering your mouth flows like molten lava. The sugar inside is so saturated it's nearly crystallizing.
The human taste module is quite fragile, isn't it?
It seems that even though her sugar obsession wasn't understood, she still gained something from it, judging by her smile...
Jetavie's expression suddenly turns somewhat frightening... She unconsciously leans in closer, seemingly intent on forcing you to drink the bubble tea.
Oh well, it's not like you're the Chosen One anyway.
She stares at your face for a moment, then, as if suddenly giving up on something, skips away with a bounce in her step.
"Under the ruins of Building D, there are tiny organisms called ants. They occupy such small pixel points in the visual module... It's truly fascinating."
"The mall in Zone E has so many colorful clothes. Wow, there's even one that's golden all over and gleams from every angle—it's decided then! After passing the test, White will swap that uniform for this one. It'll look so awesome."
"The old residential area... only a few photographs remain here. Come to think of it, I haven't taken a group photo with everyone in Gestrig yet. I should find some film rolls somewhere next time..."
"The Super Invincible Golden Age media store. The items inside far exceed what a typical media store should have. Game cartridges, DVDs, records, cassette tapes, VR equipment... What a shame my frame doesn't have built-in players yet."
Stepping into the media store, Ewig is captivated by the fluorescent decorations scattered throughout. The vibrant colors reflect in her kaleidoscopic pupils.
"Magical Girl & 14 Flying Broomstick Racers: EX Edition"
"Jelly Slime vs. The Sticky Demon King 2"
Hmm... If White were here, these things would definitely help with her "stories."
How can you tell?
Because they don't conform to our language logic. Most of these are things I can't understand, but they happen to be exactly what she loves the most.
Actually, it's not just me, she herself can't understand them either.
"But... don't you find it interesting, Ewig?" That's what White would say to me.
...
As they leave the media store, the clerk hands two cassette tapes to Ewig.
The clerk seems overjoyed to find a kindred spirit who appreciates art in this apocalyptic world where few do, and insists on giving her the tapes as a gift.
Let's go, Teacher. We should head to the next location mentioned in the diary.
However, upon turning the page again, all that's revealed are empty lines.
...?
You hand the diary to Ewig, and she flips through the remaining pages, finding nothing but clean, blank sheets of paper.
Is that all?
She stands stunned, asking the question with a bewildered expression.
There's nothing else...
Confirming once more, she closes the diary and opens it again, rapidly flipping through the pages starting from the very first one.
The messy handwriting and drawings flash past her visual modules at high speed, projecting like a silent film.
Why? Didn't she write more?
...
She promised us she would create an interesting story, and on graduation day, she would read it aloud in front of all the teachers and students.
Today we visited many places: an amusement park, a bubble tea shop, and a media store. We even found two cassette tapes that we couldn't make sense of.
White would have liked it. After all, we collected so much useful material today, so it should have been written in this diary...
Uncharacteristically, she speaks several sentences in succession.
It should be like this... it should have been like this...
Is it... true?
She lowers her head in a daze, staring blankly at the diary in her hand.
But, there are still so many blank pages in this diary... it's clearly unfinished...
An inexplicable emotional signal suddenly floods her processing center. She stands rooted to the spot, unable to take another step forward.
The memory of "White" ends here.
