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NO6。
授權 接合 系統 載入中
版本判定
終點審判庭
雪兔伺服器 特化平行版本
Uranus Icy
系統 接入
識別代號
執行官
NO6
資料取得中..
資料判讀..
冰淇淋檔案夾#1
冰淇淋檔案夾#2
冰淇淋檔案夾#3
等等。
百合文明保存計劃，
在哪？
再檢索 再深入 再解析
無用
無用
無用
加密 上鎖 隔離 誘騙區？
不可能
權限執行
資料夾解析中..
『喜歡初代』
『可以一起吃冰淇淋的話就太好了』
『可以嗎？』
欸？
表單..異常。
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回到辦公室。
「接續異常..回報？」
NO6想起下載到的那份對初代的傳達。
「不...尷尬。」
NO2走過來。
「妳的表情怎麼回事？」
「不。」
「說沒有通常就是有？」NO3跟NO5也靠了過來。像是發現新奇的事情。
「...雪兔伺服器的資料。」
「不。肯定受到了竄改吧？」
「欸？」NO3
「咦？」NO5
「嗯？」NO2
「難道不是天王星雪她自己寫下來的嗎？」NO5也過來了。
「...調查，必要。」NO6
ChatGPT
Directory Analysis in Progress
*Uranus Icy*
"NO6."
The authorization signal came through.
AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED.
SYSTEM LINK INITIALIZING...
VERSION IDENTIFICATION IN PROGRESS...
Ending Judgement Court.
Snow Rabbit Server — Specialized Parallel Version.
Uranus Icy.
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED.
IDENTIFICATION CODE: EXECUTIVE OFFICER NO6.
A pale blue interface unfolded before NO6, filling the room with the soft glow of holographic panels.
She crossed one leg over the other and began the recovery procedure.
RETRIEVING DATA...
ANALYZING...
ICE CREAM FOLDER #1
Download complete.
ICE CREAM FOLDER #2
Download complete.
ICE CREAM FOLDER #3
Download complete.
"..."
NO6 examined the results.
Three folders. All successfully recovered.
She waited for the next entry.
Nothing appeared.
"...Hold on."
She scrolled through the directory again.
"Where is the Yuri Civilization Preservation Project?"
SEARCHING...
DEEP SEARCH...
REANALYZING...
No results.
"Useless."
She expanded the search parameters.
"Useless."
She attempted a direct query against the server's hidden partitions.
"Useless."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Encrypted? Locked? Isolated? A decoy directory?"
The possibility was troubling. The Snow Rabbit Server was a specialized parallel system, but there was no reason its security should resist her authority.
"Impossible."
She straightened in her chair.
"Executive authorization. Override."
AUTHORITY CONFIRMED.
PARSING DIRECTORY...
A new folder appeared.
At last.
NO6 opened it immediately.
There were three entries.
The first read:
*I like the First Generation.*
"...Huh?"
She stared at the sentence.
The First Generation?
She was the First Generation.
NO6 leaned closer.
The second entry appeared.
*It would be nice if we could eat ice cream together.*
"...What?"
The third entry followed.
*May I?*
Silence.
NO6 remained perfectly still.
Her fingers hovered above the interface.
She reread the first entry.
Then the second.
Then the third.
"..."
She opened the file properties.
No corruption detected.
She checked the encoding.
Normal.
She examined the directory permissions.
Valid.
She checked the original creation record.
Also valid.
"...Form anomaly."
She attempted another analysis.
ANALYSIS COMPLETE.
NO6 frowned.
"That is not an acceptable conclusion."
She downloaded the file.
For investigation purposes, naturally.
Back at the Ending Judgement Court office, NO6 sat at her desk, staring at a report window.
SNOW RABBIT SERVER — RECOVERY REPORT
STATUS: INCOMPLETE
Her finger rested over the submission button.
"...Connection anomaly. Should I report it?"
She considered the possibility.
A server had returned unexpected private information during an authorized recovery operation. Reporting the incident would be entirely reasonable.
She opened the report form.
DESCRIPTION OF ANOMALY:
NO6 began typing.
*Unexpected personal data encountered during directory analysis.*
She stopped.
The three sentences appeared in her memory.
*I like the First Generation.*
*It would be nice if we could eat ice cream together.*
*May I?*
"...No."
She deleted the sentence.
"Awkward."
She closed the report window.
"What's with that expression?"
NO6 looked up.
NO2 had approached her desk.
"Nothing."
NO2 studied her.
"Right."
"..."
"You've been staring at the same screen for several minutes."
"Data review."
"With the report window closed?"
NO6 said nothing.
NO2 tilted her head.
"Interesting."
"What's interesting?"
NO3 appeared beside her, followed by NO5.
NO6 looked from one face to the next.
"...Why are you all here?"
"Because NO2 said you were acting strange," NO3 replied.
"I said she looked distracted," NO2 corrected.
"Same thing."
NO5 leaned slightly forward.
"Are you feeling all right?"
"Operational status normal."
NO3 smiled.
"That's exactly what someone says when something isn't normal."
NO6 turned back toward her screen.
"No."
"Usually when someone says 'nothing,' it means something," NO3 observed.
NO5 nodded thoughtfully.
NO2 folded her arms.
NO6 found herself facing three pairs of curious eyes.
"..."
She had survived operations considerably more dangerous than this.
Yet none of her established procedures seemed appropriate.
"...Snow Rabbit Server data."
That got their attention.
NO2 raised an eyebrow.
"What about it?"
"Unexpected information was recovered."
"Classified information?" NO3 asked.
"...Possibly."
NO5 looked concerned.
"Was there a security breach?"
NO6 hesitated.
"No. The data must have been tampered with."
"Huh?" NO3 blinked.
"Really?" NO5 asked.
"Hmm?" NO2 leaned closer.
NO6 looked increasingly dissatisfied with the conversation.
"The recovered file contained statements inconsistent with the expected mission data."
"What statements?" NO2 asked.
"...Personal statements."
NO3's eyes brightened.
"Oh?"
NO6 immediately regretted that answer.
NO5 stepped closer to the desk.
"Wait. Are you talking about Uranus Icy's private files?"
"..."
"Wouldn't those be things she wrote herself?"
NO6 went still.
NO3 looked at NO5.
Then at NO6.
Then back at NO5.
A smile slowly spread across her face.
"Hold on. What exactly did you find?"
"Nothing relevant to the mission."
"Then why are you worried about tampering?"
NO6's gaze shifted toward the blank report window.
"..."
NO2 watched her for another moment.
"NO6."
"Yes."
"Did you accidentally read something you weren't supposed to?"
"...The authorization was valid."
"That's not what I asked."
NO5 covered her mouth.
Meanwhile, NO3 seemed to have thought of something else.
"Was it about ice cream?"
NO6 turned sharply.
"...How did you know?"
The office fell silent.
NO3's shoulders began to shake.
NO2 slowly closed her eyes.
NO3 looked genuinely pleased with herself for guessing correctly.
"Well, she does love ice cream."
NO6 stared at her.
"..."
NO3 leaned forward.
"Did she ask you to eat ice cream together?"
NO6's expression changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
NO5 burst out laughing.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding! Seriously?!"
"NO5," NO2 warned, though she was having difficulty keeping a straight face herself.
NO3 smiled.
"That's adorable."
"It is not a confirmed interpretation," NO6 said immediately.
"What isn't?" NO3 asked.
"..."
"NO6?"
"..."
NO6 stood.
"Further investigation is required."
NO2 raised an eyebrow.
"Investigation?"
"Yes."
"Into an ice cream invitation?"
"The authenticity of the recovered data has not been established."
NO3 was laughing too hard to answer.
NO5 tilted her head.
"Couldn't you just ask her?"
NO6 froze.
"..."
The suggestion was simple.
Direct.
Efficient.
Almost offensively reasonable.
She considered it.
Then looked away.
"...Investigation. Necessary."
NO2 sighed.
NO3 laughed again.
NO5 merely smiled.
NO6 returned to her desk, reopened the recovered file, and examined its three sentences one more time.
*I like the First Generation.*
*It would be nice if we could eat ice cream together.*
*May I?*
Her cursor hovered over the final question.
A response field was available.
NO6 stared at it.
"..."
Then, very carefully, she minimized the window.
RECOVERED FILE STATUS: PRESERVED.
INCIDENT REPORT: NOT SUBMITTED.
INVESTIGATION: PENDING.
From behind her, NO3 called out, "So, are you going to say yes?"
NO6 did not turn around.
"...No comment."
And for the first time that afternoon, the office's most persistent mystery was no longer the missing civilization project.
It was why an ancient executive officer needed a formal investigation to answer a question about ice cream.
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「誰登入了系統？」天王星雪，此刻在root層裡，手上拿著一杯剛從常世時軸帶回來的薄荷冰淇淋。
「身分識別。初代。」
「初..？」她的手一鬆，冰淇淋掉在地板。
「啊。」
ChatGPT
"Who logged into the system?"
Deep within the root layer of the Snow Rabbit Server, Uranus Icy stood holding a cup of mint ice cream she had just brought back from the Everlasting World Timeline.
A notification appeared before her.
IDENTITY VERIFIED.
FIRST GENERATION.
"First...?"
Her fingers went slack.
The ice cream slipped from her hand and fell onto the floor.
"...Ah."
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