episode_0125

Pang, pang, p—ang.

Countless explosions occur.

The Rafales run forward without any system, faithful to their own desires, like moths.

Those who run towards death.

But even as they run, they never think that they will die.

Because one never really dies.

Death in the forebrain space is no different from a near-death experience, and the pain of death is not actually felt.

And they themselves do not think of death.

They rush towards the six aircraft that are running in a triangular formation even though they are the riders of the apocalypse and the beasts of destruction that can bring death to them.

As if there was freedom there.

“The battle against the Scorpie Colony is likely to proceed this way.”

I displayed several screens of the battlefield unfolding in the mock battlefield at the same time.

“Large-scale mass-produced weapons will be released. Our troops must fight with a small number of elites against that quantity. One hundred per day, or much more.”

“…Humans want to fight like that?”

Vice Principal Stella bit her lip with a serious look on her face.

“What on earth do Scorpi and Taurus think of humans?”

“It would be enough if I died. Do you know about Sparta, the ancient warrior nation?”

“……I think I’ve heard of it, but was there a colony like that in the early part of the Universal Century?”

“An ancient nation on Earth.”

This is why it comes from space.

“They learned that dying while fighting is an honor. At the national level.”

“That’s….”

“Isn’t it similar to Taurus Colony? Of course, there is a much greater qualitative difference between ancient militarism and the current controlled collectivist system, but the fundamentals are the same.”

“Dedicate your life for the group, not for the individual.”

Captain Edmund got to the point.

“Brainwashing is something that can control people more clearly than torture or threats. Because only when humans believe that in themselves can they truly become powerful.”

“Even if the very foundation of that belief is wrong, you wouldn’t even think it was wrong unless someone broke it. Because it’s that person’s life, the world, everything.”

Those who were born in a military colony, sacrificed their lives for the colony from a young age, and grew up in a culture that takes for granted top-down, do not understand others.

Rather, they try to exclude those who behave rudely toward their superiors or think about individual freedom by defining them as heretics.

Of course, in such situations, there are usually cases where an ace pilot pursuing personal freedom becomes the protagonist who changes the fate of the colony.

But that’s a different universe, not ours.

Even if such a being exists, at least it is not prominent enough to use them or seek their cooperation, whether from the Taurus Colony or the Scorpie Colony.

“Look, everyone. Now the space marines on the convertible Rafale.”

purple.

“Even though they knew it was a simulation, they were fighting for their lives because they were clearly promised a reward.”

Sometimes like a fighter jet.

“I know it’s a brain mattress, but the feeling of being killed by the other person is just unpleasant. But they are not afraid of such death. why? Because they are fighting for ‘freedom’, not death.”

“Freedom….”

“It may sound grandiose, but in the end, we are fighting for personal freedom and assets. Just like the countless AS pilots of Taurus who were secretly raised as child soldiers from an early age.”

Sometimes, like a variable-type fighter plane with its legs taken out from under the fighter plane first.

“That is the Rafale-Maklops, the core defense force that our Starlight Colony has.”

And sometimes, look at them completely transforming into AS rather than a fighter plane, fighting as a small aircraft with a shiny monoeye.

“Whether the opponent is a Genesis Beast or something else, he throws his life away to fight. The enemy will be more fierce than that one. They will shoot at their allies without knowing that their own lives are precious.”

“…….”

“The space marines in Brain Mattress were a really good example of this. In fact, it may be a better experience than the actual game. There may not be many enemies with the ‘raw’ manipulation skills unique to humans like now.”

“It’s a unique human manipulation technique.”

Chairman Yggdrasil stood up and took a step toward the screen.

“Paladin. Did you know that? AI, no matter how many times it has been run through these simulations, it cannot overcome one situation.”

“What is the situation?”

“Reproducing the manipulations of people like you.”

“……Your praise is excessive.”

“No, it’s not excessive. Are you telling the truth?”

Chairman Yggdrasil continued speaking calmly without any change in expression.

“How can you replicate the piloting skills of Lavender, Aria, and other ace pilots? Even if it’s just the shrine right now, it’s the same. There were many factors that brought out the power of the Black Storm to close to 99%, but in the end, it was because the technology actually controlled by Shingung was almost perfectly implemented with AI.”

“It’s not perfect.”

“What difference do you think there is? Regarding the error of 1% or less.”

And that error can be said to be the last pride of humans that AI may never be able to reach.

“Okay. There may be many things, but in the end, isn’t it life?”

“It’s life.”

“Fear of death. Because that is the driving force that moves humans forward. Just like I once did.”

Why the reality is different from the ace pilot implemented by AI.

“Ultimately, humans are animals of emotions. I think that emotion is the key that differentiates AI from real humans.”

“Is it a feeling?”

“There are times when you fight because you don’t want to die, there are times when someone’s words become a trauma and your skills don’t come out, and there are times when loyalty to someone shows you a power that is greater than your own.”

As someone who has gone through many battles, I have no choice but to think that way.

“See. Right now, they are the only people out there who are worried about their own death.”

I turned the screen to the Green Camp platoon members, not the space pirates.

“I know that I’m not actually dying. However, since he is mentally armed with the thought that being hit means ‘death’, you can see that he is more focused than ever in his movements.”

The six aircraft do their best to avoid the Rafales’ attacks.

“When you are hit. At least I risk my life to avoid attacks with the single thought of ‘I can be attacked by a Paladin, but I can’t be attacked by ordinary mobs.’”

They do not interfere with each other’s flying trajectories, maintain a triangular formation as much as possible, and advance toward their destination with a one-point breakthrough.

“If I thought it was a normal mock battle, I would have just trusted the aircraft’s specifications and attacked it with my body, regardless of the damage judgment.”

Kwa-eu-ang!

“But as you can see, they are literally risking their lives and doing their best.”

Explosion, once.

Lavender, the leader, hits the ether claw at the rushing Rafale.

Andy and Jessie, flying to the left and right, momentarily change their positions and swing their ether beam saber and heat hawk towards the Rafale flying from the opposite side, and Jace, who follows them, chases after them, accurately hitting the Rafale’s cockpit.

“That kind of movement will be revealed in real life.”

You may feel nervous for a moment.

You may again feel the shock that your attack could kill your enemy.

No matter how many times you go through such combat, the feeling of killing your opponent wears away, not disappears.

But the body will remember.

What you need to do to survive.

Your eyes, muscles, and brain will remember and move accordingly.

“Has the problem you were worried about in the beginning been resolved?”

Captain Edmund pointed at Jace with his eyes.

“That guy still seems hesitant about shooting the other person.”

Jace shot the cockpit.

But that’s within a mock war, a battlefield simulation.

Jace does not intend to commit murder on a real battlefield.

“It’s okay. That’s because I trained in my own way.”

“If you are going to insist on the principle of non-killing, completely neutralize the opponent so that there is no harm to your allies.”

I nodded loudly at Vice Principal Stella’s words.

“A gas is not a person. Even if you cut off the head and limbs, leaving only the torso, the person does not die.”

Immortal?

That’s a good thing.

All you have to do is have overwhelming skills.

If no one is allowed to complain about the non-killing policy, it may serve as an opportunity to instill fear in the enemy.

“In actual combat, it is entirely up to them whether they will give up on the idea of killing the enemy and choose to kill the enemy, or whether they will struggle until the end and neutralize the enemy.”

“Aren’t you forcing me to make a choice?”

“In the end, a true ace can only give his best when he pulls the trigger by his own choice, not by someone’s orders or pressure.”

I bowed my head slightly towards the four.

“Then, I will prepare soon.”

“Ready?”

“Yes. Of course, you came here to see that, right?”

I tapped my own temple.

“I will step forward.”

“…Are you going to step forward now? Already?”

“Of course, no.”

I am in phase 3.

“‘He’ is already connected to phase 2.”

Coincidentally, it was caught on the camera screen.

“Space pirates are not the only ones trying to reform themselves through this mock battle.”

A black gas appeared along with a huge black hole.