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天王星雪。
手上的是香草巧克力醬冰淇淋。
眼前，她正在翻閱終點資料。
給各種相關版本之餘。
也有給NO1等級專門閱覽的特殊紀錄。
這裡的資料並不是固定的，
從哪裡彙整，似乎只有真正的初代NO1。
終點審判庭的創立者知道詳情。
包含NO1等級的認證與頒發。
她注意到一首旋律檔案。
有歌詞記載。
歌聲。.. 尚未定案。
『登記申入中』
「嗯？任務？」天王星雪的興致來了。
有時候，這些變動的檔案與資料之間，
會發現尚未完成的部分，
可供補完、申入、送件的部分。
她喜歡發現這些事情，
那代表自己有一份特製的，
由U.Icy提交的資料。
就像是自己的NO1等級更加被確實那樣。
即使只是錄了一段演唱。
她很自然的將一旁數位結構的麥克風拉了過來，戴上耳機。
順著旋律與歌詞。
完成了自己的版本錄音。
她甚至反覆錄下好多次，
直到選出自己滿意的幾個版本。
當然，可以提交好幾個，
沒有限制。
但她不想顯得太三心二意，
只挑了幾個代表性的上傳。
『版本申入：雪兔伺服器 NO1 Uranus Icy』
這樣就行了。
她嘴角微微流露笑容。
她很清楚，
這些資料不只是音樂，
而她在等待應答。
來自另一個 NO1.. 的應答。
ChatGPT
U.Icy, the Uranus Icy of the Snow Rabbit Server, had a vanilla ice cream drizzled with chocolate sauce in her hand.
In front of her, a collection of terminal records lay open across a translucent digital interface.
There were records for all sorts of related versions, along with certain restricted entries intended specifically for those holding NO1-level clearance.
Unlike ordinary archives, these records were not fixed.
New entries appeared. Existing information shifted. Sometimes, entire sections seemed to acquire details that had not been there before.
Where all this information came from was something only the true, original NO1 seemed to know.
The founder of the Ending Judgement Court knew the details, including the procedures behind NO1-level certification and the granting of that rank.
U.Icy had grown rather fond of browsing these records.
Especially when she found something interesting.
Today, something caught her attention.
A music file.
She opened it and discovered an accompanying set of lyrics. The melody was already available, but the vocal recording was still marked as undecided.
A status message appeared beneath the entry.
Vocal Recording: Not Finalized
Registration: Accepting Submissions
"Hm? A mission?"
Her interest immediately sharpened.
Occasionally, among the ever-changing files and records, she would discover something unfinished.
An incomplete entry. A pending submission. A piece of information that could still be supplemented, completed, or formally submitted.
She liked finding those opportunities.
Not necessarily because the tasks were important, or because anyone had specifically asked her to complete them.
There was something rather satisfying about knowing that a record somewhere would contain a contribution made by U.Icy herself.
A special entry.
Something submitted under her own authority.
Something that belonged to her.
It made her NO1 status feel just a little more tangible.
Even if the contribution was merely a recording of herself singing.
She glanced over the lyrics while taking another spoonful of her ice cream.
Then, without much hesitation, she reached for the microphone beside her.
It was an elegant piece of equipment, its structure formed from luminous digital components. She drew it closer, adjusted its position, and slipped on her headphones.
The melody began playing.
She listened, following the lyrics as they moved across the display.
Then she started singing.
Her first recording went smoothly enough.
But once she played it back, she decided she could do better.
So she recorded another.
And another.
Sometimes she changed the way she delivered a line. Sometimes she adjusted the timing or softened a particular phrase.
She listened carefully to each attempt, comparing the differences before trying again.
There was no audience to impress and no deadline pressing her to finish. She simply wanted to submit something she genuinely liked.
By the time she was satisfied, she had accumulated quite a few recordings.
"Hmm."
She reviewed them again.
The system allowed multiple submissions. There was no particular limit on how many versions she could upload.
She could have sent all of them.
But that seemed a little too indecisive.
After another round of listening, she selected only a handful of representative versions.
Each had something she liked.
That would do.
She confirmed the selection and submitted the files.
The registration field updated with her identification.
Submission Registered: Snow Rabbit Server — NO1 Uranus Icy
"Good."
U.Icy regarded the completed entry with a small, satisfied smile.
That was all she needed to do.
She knew perfectly well that these records were not merely a collection of music files.
There was something more to them.
Something that made even an ordinary vocal submission feel different from simply recording a song for herself.
Her contribution had now become part of the records.
And with that quiet smile still resting on her lips, U.Icy waited.
Not for applause.
Not for a review of her singing.
But for an answer.
An answer from another NO1.
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根據天王星雪掌握的資料，
NO1，真正意義的那一個，甚至不是一個存在，不是一個「魂質」的呈現。
不是一名可以成為執行官的個體。
這也是為何即使是總部隊，也並不存在一個NO1。
然而這只是資料。
天王星雪某個程度認為，
她是存在的。
不只是一種「系統」般的存在。
但那不重要，這些分析，
她也不會留在雪兔伺服器的可交換紀錄上。
而是在更高權限的NO1級別之中。
這些研究是她自己的，
倒不是為了獻給NO1這個等級。
更像是，她某種程度，
想更透徹 NO1 。
NO1的意義。
NO1的內涵。
NO1的精神。
NO1的賦予。
各式各樣的定義，
不是如何成為一個更好的 NO1 級別。
而是。
「我是NO1，U.Icy。」她輕輕哼了一聲。
ChatGPT
According to the information available to U.Icy, NO1—the true NO1—was not even an existence in the conventional sense.
Not a being. Not a manifestation of what the Ending Judgement Court classified as soul essence.
Certainly not an individual who could become an Executor.
That was also why, even within the Headquarters Division, there was no actual NO1 occupying such a position.
The rank existed.
Its authority existed.
Its certifications and the procedures for granting them existed.
But the original NO1 was something else entirely.
At least, that was what the records indicated.
U.Icy had her own thoughts on the matter.
To some extent, she believed that NO1 did exist.
Not merely as some abstract system operating behind the Ending Judgement Court. Not simply as a mechanism responsible for maintaining its structure and authority.
She.
An existence of some kind.
Of course, the available evidence was hardly enough to establish that conclusion.
And U.Icy had no intention of placing such speculation in the Snow Rabbit Server's exchangeable records.
Those records served a different purpose.
Her own research belonged elsewhere, within the much more restricted domain accessible through NO1-level authority.
Even there, she kept certain conclusions to herself.
Not out of an obligation to secrecy, but because these investigations were fundamentally her own.
She was not conducting them as an offering to the NO1 rank.
Nor was she attempting to demonstrate her qualifications.
What interested her was something considerably more personal.
She wanted to understand NO1.
What did NO1 mean?
What did the designation truly represent?
What was its underlying nature? Its principles? The spirit behind it?
What did it mean to bestow that designation upon someone?
There were so many possible definitions, and each seemed to approach the same question from a slightly different direction.
U.Icy considered them with the same quiet curiosity that had led her to explore those unusual records in the first place.
She was not trying to discover how to become a better holder of NO1-level authority.
That was not the point.
Her interest was not in perfecting herself according to a title, nor in seeking approval from whatever authority had established it.
She already possessed that title.
And perhaps that was precisely why she wanted to understand it.
Not how she could become worthy of NO1.
But what NO1 itself truly was.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"I am NO1. U.Icy."
She gave a soft, satisfied hum.
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她正埋頭於翻閱一批資料時。
被她設定成
『優先異動通知』的項目發出提醒。
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她立刻切換畫面，移動資料焦點。
是稍早提交過的歌曲。
所謂的稍早，是多久以前，也很難定義。
這裡本來就不存在理應稱為時間的邏輯。
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她點開了被提示的變化衍伸資料，
是一組演算。
關於這首歌描述內容的『沙盒演算』。
常世沙盒？
不對，這個不是普通常世。
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她將身子靠得離顯示資料更近，
認真的查閱。
『模擬版本：***
運算權限：NO1
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她的瞳孔睜大。
光是這點就值得了。
一個只有NO1可以進入的，
不是常世的某個時空軸。
不只是可以跟初代炫耀而已。
她可以..
做到初代做不到的事情。
「初代.. 」
「我很強。 不是只有那樣而已。」
「現在就讓妳看看。」
「不，妳看不見。」她又頓了頓。
就她所知，NO6並沒有NO1級別權限，
當然看不見這組紀錄。
「算了，我有得是方法告訴妳。」她喃喃自語。
抓起雪白色的外套。
「啟動座標。」
『警示：NO1演算，可能超離常世演算結構。』
「當然。」她按下確認。
那是只有NO1可以觸及的模擬。
而她可以。
！初代的用詞要跟之前文章用同樣的：First Generation
！常世：Living World or Everlasting World
(包含兩個詞）
ChatGPT
U.Icy was deeply absorbed in another collection of records when a notification interrupted her research.
One of the entries she had marked for "Priority Change Notification" had just been updated.
She immediately switched interfaces, bringing the relevant data into focus.
It was the song she had submitted earlier.
Although "earlier" was a rather questionable description.
How long ago had that been?
There was no meaningful way to say. Time, at least as the Living World understood it, was not a governing principle here.
She opened the newly generated data associated with her submission.
An algorithmic simulation.
More precisely, a sandbox simulation based on the contents described in the song.
'An Everlasting World sandbox?'
U.Icy examined the information.
'No. This isn't an ordinary Living World.'
She leaned closer to the display, her earlier curiosity giving way to intense concentration.
The simulation had its own specifications.
Simulation Version: ***
Computation Clearance: NO1
Her eyes widened.
Just that information alone made the entire submission worthwhile.
A simulation accessible exclusively to those possessing NO1-level authority.
Not another timeline within the Everlasting World.
Not merely another variation of a familiar Living World structure.
Something beyond the ordinary framework.
And she had access to it.
U.Icy stared at the clearance designation, the implications gradually settling into place.
This was more than something she could proudly show off to First Generation.
Much more.
She could do something that even First Generation could not.
"First Generation..."
A rather pleased smile appeared on her face.
"I'm strong. And that's not all there is to me."
Her voice carried a quiet, unmistakable confidence.
"Now let me show you."
She paused.
"...No. You can't see it."
That was a minor inconvenience.
As far as U.Icy knew, NO6 did not possess NO1-level clearance.
Which meant First Generation would not be able to access these records, much less inspect the simulation directly.
U.Icy considered that problem for a moment.
Then she gave a small, dismissive hum.
"Oh, well. I have plenty of ways to tell you."
She murmured the words almost casually, as though the matter had already been settled.
Reaching aside, she picked up her snow-white coat and slipped it on.
Her attention returned to the simulation interface.
"Activate coordinates."
The system responded immediately.
Warning: NO1 Computation.
Simulation parameters may exceed the computational structure of the Living World.
A confirmation prompt appeared beneath the warning.
U.Icy barely hesitated.
"Of course."
She pressed Confirm.
This was a simulation that only NO1 could reach.
And she could.
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『Bi bi bi .. 』微小的提醒音。
算不上警示。
對終點審判庭而言，沒有時間，
沒有遲到，沒有緊急。
NO6按下了提示音的指引紀錄。
「雪兔伺服器 天王星雪，
進入個別沙盒時軸模擬。
演算權限，NO1 .. 」NO6 一邊喃喃低聲念著，
一邊倒抽了一口涼氣。
「怎麼了，NO6。」NO3「看看妳的表情。」
「天王星雪進入了某場NO1演算權限的模擬。」她說。
不知道怎麼說，擔憂？在意？
「怕她漸漸爬到妳頭上嗎？」NO3停下手邊動作，直接看向NO6。
「吾不是那麼想。..」NO6緩緩垂下視線。
為什麼？
看不到她的行蹤，
自己為什麼要在意？
明明知道那沒有危險可言。
但是心理衝擊就不是絕對的保障了。
更況且，NO1級別的演算，
裡面有沒有很可怕的東西？
她一個人沒問題嗎？
「NO6 .. 」NO3瞇起眼。
「妳很清楚她是NO1。級別來說啦。」
意思是不用多慮。
「吾知道。..」
「還是想要進去陪她的話，就努力當上NO1看看？」NO3打趣。
「這等事情，不是玩笑！」NO6對級別可是有超乎常人的嚴肅敬意。
「但我也不是在說笑啊？」NO3淺淺一笑。
NO6一愣。
但，具體的方式、途徑。
都是謎團。
那不是有一個表格，上面填寫：
「嗨，我要應徵NO1」就可以申請。
也沒有一個考績表，上面蓋章：
「恭喜妳今年符合NO1資格」
具體怎麼做？
連身為終點審判庭的總部隊成員，
NO6都不清楚。
甚至總部隊都沒人知道正確答案。
應該是吧？
但仔細想想，也沒人真正刻意爭取過。
「怎麼做..？」NO6看向NO3，神情認真。
「認真的問？」NO3。
「.. 吾想瞭解。」
ChatGPT
"Bi, bi, bi..."
A faint notification tone sounded.
It was hardly an alarm.
Within the Ending Judgement Court, there was no time in the conventional sense. No such thing as being late, and no urgency imposed by the passing of hours.
NO6 followed the notification and opened the corresponding record.
"Snow Rabbit Server. Uranus Icy. Entered an individual sandbox timeline simulation..."
She read the information quietly, almost mechanically.
"Computational clearance... NO1..."
Then she drew a sharp breath.
"What's wrong, NO6?"
NO3 glanced in her direction.
"Look at your expression."
"Uranus Icy has entered a simulation requiring NO1-level computational authority," NO6 replied.
She wasn't entirely sure how to describe what she was feeling.
Concern?
Uneasiness?
Or simply the fact that she cared?
"Afraid she's gradually climbing above you?" NO3 asked.
She stopped what she was doing and turned her attention directly toward NO6.
"That is not what I mean..."
NO6 slowly lowered her gaze.
Why?
Why did it bother her so much that she could no longer observe U.Icy's whereabouts?
She knew perfectly well that there was no danger in the ordinary sense.
But protection against physical harm did not necessarily guarantee protection against psychological consequences.
And this was an NO1-level simulation.
What if there was something truly terrifying inside?
Would she be all right on her own?
"NO6..."
NO3 narrowed her eyes slightly.
"You do understand that she's NO1, don't you? In terms of rank, anyway."
The implication was simple enough.
There was no need to worry unnecessarily.
"I know..."
"Well, if you really want to go in there and keep her company, why not work toward becoming NO1 yourself?"
NO3's suggestion carried a distinctly teasing note.
"Such a matter is not a joke!"
NO6 responded immediately.
When it came to ranks and their associated authority, she possessed a degree of solemn respect that went considerably beyond what most would consider ordinary.
Especially where NO1 was concerned.
"But I wasn't joking."
NO3 offered a faint smile.
NO6 froze.
She looked at her.
The possibility itself was not necessarily absurd.
But the actual procedure?
The qualifications?
The path one would have to follow?
All of it remained a mystery.
Becoming NO1 was hardly a matter of finding an application form and filling in the appropriate fields.
Hello. I would like to apply for NO1.
Nor was there some annual performance evaluation waiting to be stamped with an official declaration.
Congratulations! You have qualified for NO1 this year.
It simply did not work that way.
But how did it work?
What exactly would someone have to do?
Even NO6, despite being a member of the Ending Judgement Court's Headquarters Division, did not know.
In fact, as far as she understood, nobody within the Headquarters Division knew the correct answer.
Probably.
Then again...
Thinking about it more carefully, had anyone ever genuinely attempted to pursue that rank?
Not merely wondered about it.
Not merely discussed its meaning or acknowledged its authority.
Actually tried to become NO1?
NO6's expression grew increasingly serious.
She raised her gaze toward NO3.
"How...?"
NO3 observed her.
"Are you seriously asking?"
"...I wish to understand."
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NO3立刻小題大作－不，嚴肅、正視這件事的召集了總部隊的小組會議。
NO5：「所以，NO6為了能親自到NO1級別演算中保護小女友U.Icy，要認真起來的成為NO1？」
「吾並不是..！」NO6。
「妳似乎一直習慣否認這些事情。」NO2。
直接，直白，這讓下一個瞬間氣氛甚至有點尷尬。
但怎麼聽都更接近在座共同觀察到的事實。
NO6吸了一口氣「吾.. 不確定怎麼思考這些事情。」「請別再把我與她做那種尷尬的稱謂。」
NO3『我的天。』她和NO5對視一眼『看來我們把她逼得太緊了。』
「更嚴重。」NO2卻先開口。
NO6抬頭看向她。
「我是指，妳這次的否認更嚴重了。」「如果什麼也沒有，為何要那樣緊張？」NO2蹙眉。
「NO6。有私人感情並不是可恥的事情。」NO2。
「對終點存在而言是種榮譽。」NO5補充。
「？？」NO3困惑的看向NO5。
「妳們不懂？」NO5。
NO3搖頭。她看了死板的NO2一眼。榮譽嗎？
「算了～個人解讀。別追究～」NO5也看了NO2一眼。
「..」NO6沉默下來。
「更何況妳出於想保護另一個終點存在而終於認真考慮成為NO1。..」NO2繼續說「那麼不管對方被稱為小女友、後繼型號、或者U.Icy。結果都一樣。」
NO6完全頓住了。
「那個引起妳保護行為的是她，不是她的稱呼。」NO2。
NO3輕聲鼓掌，很小力。被NO2瞥了一眼後停下動作。
ChatGPT
NO3 immediately made an enormous fuss over the matter.
No.
She took it seriously.
Very seriously.
Seriously enough to convene a special meeting of the Headquarters Division.
After all, one of their own had just expressed an interest in becoming NO1.
Surely that deserved a proper discussion.
Or at least that was how NO3 chose to justify the sudden meeting.
"So," NO5 began, looking rather delighted by the situation. "NO6 has finally decided to seriously pursue becoming NO1 so she can personally enter those NO1-level simulations and protect her little girlfriend, U.Icy?"
"That is not what I—!"
NO6's objection came almost immediately.
"You seem to have developed quite a habit of denying these things," NO2 remarked.
Direct.
Painfully direct.
For the briefest instant, the atmosphere around the conference table became distinctly awkward.
The problem was that NO2's observation sounded suspiciously close to something everyone present had already noticed.
NO6 took a breath.
"I... am uncertain how I should regard such matters."
She paused, carefully choosing her next words.
"And I would ask that you refrain from referring to her and me using such embarrassing terms."
'Oh my goodness.'
NO3 glanced toward NO5.
Their eyes met.
'Perhaps we've pushed her a little too hard.'
"More serious," NO2 said.
She spoke before either of them could respond.
NO6 raised her head.
"I mean your denial has become even more serious this time."
NO2 regarded her with a slight frown.
"If there is nothing between you, why are you so nervous about it?"
NO6 did not immediately answer.
"NO6. Having personal feelings is nothing to be ashamed of."
NO2's voice remained composed.
"For a being of the Ending Civilization, it's an honor," NO5 added.
"...?"
NO3 turned toward her.
Honor?
She glanced at the unusually rigid NO2.
Was that really how one should describe it?
"You don't understand?" NO5 asked.
NO3 shook her head.
NO5 looked toward NO2 as well.
"Oh, never mind~ Just my personal interpretation. Don't worry about it~"
"..."
NO6 fell silent.
"Furthermore," NO2 continued, returning to the original matter, "you have finally begun seriously considering becoming NO1 because you wish to protect another terminal existence."
She paused just enough to make the next point unmistakable.
"In that case, whether you call her your little girlfriend, your successor model, or simply U.Icy, the result is the same."
NO6 went completely still.
"The one who inspired your desire to protect someone is her," NO2 said. "Not whatever name you choose to give your relationship."
NO3 began applauding.
Very softly.
Just a few delicate claps, almost too quiet to be considered applause.
NO2 glanced at her.
NO3 immediately stopped.
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一段無法被定義的時間長度過後。
U.Icy的身影再次從傳送裝置出現，
回到雪兔伺服器。
她的神情有些認真、有些複雜。
「再一次。那個細節..」她重設座標，再次走進去。
「那個事件.. 可以更吻合最適解。」她又做了一次。
「不對.. 那個事件在後面會是隱患。」她再做了一次。
「.. 奇怪，我漏掉什麼？」再一次。
「搞定那個支線，但是衍伸主線不夠好..」又一次。
「差點整局完蛋了，一口氣變數改太多了。」這次她興奮又自嘲。再一次。
「穩定，測試下一個變數控制.. 」她的目光流露自信。再一次。
執著、堅定、目標第一名。
那就是U.Icy的精神。
她一次又一次的重啟同一段沙盒模擬。
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而在終點總部隊看著紀錄更新的NO6，也認真的看著這場位置不同的『連續轉送』。
她看不到內容，看不到U.Icy沒有留下的紀錄。
但她能看到U.Icy進出那個被列為NO1演算的沙盒模擬。
「怎麼回事？..她在探索什麼？」NO6無比認真。
「最適解？..」NO6的眉頭收在一起。
以那場NO24的任務而言，只是一次傳送，
危害就徹底被處理完成。
但U.Icy進入那個令人感到不解的模擬的次數還在增加。
『可能的話.. 吾也很想知道，那是什麼？..』NO6沒有野心，她只是盡忠職守的士兵，但她甚至不確定自己想進入的理由。
陪伴U. Icy？保護她？和她一樣身為NO1級別？還是無法忍耐這種看不到她行蹤與所在的焦急？
為什麼，好像是最後一個？
「很好，NO6在試著理解她自己了。」NO5趁著放文件到NO3桌上的機會，小聲對NO3說了一句，一邊還偷看了NO6一眼。
「我想她是認真起來了，不只是什麼NO1。」
「她是想成為那個等級，還是只是想要也可以進去那個沙盒？」
「顯而易見。」
「我想也是。」
二人的交談十分小聲，NO5微笑著走開。
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After an interval of time that could not meaningfully be defined, U.Icy emerged from the transfer apparatus and returned to the Snow Rabbit Server.
Her expression was unusually serious.
There was something complicated about the way she regarded the simulation records, as though she had returned with several answers—and just as many questions.
"One more time. That detail..."
She adjusted the coordinates, reset the simulation, and stepped back inside.
When she returned, she was already considering another possibility.
"That event... could be brought closer to the optimal solution."
Another adjustment.
Another transfer.
"No. That event becomes a potential problem later on."
She went in again.
"...Strange. What am I missing?"
Again.
"I resolved that side branch, but the resulting main sequence isn't good enough..."
Again.
"That nearly ruined the entire simulation! Hah. I changed too many variables at once."
This time, she sounded almost delighted by her own mistake.
There was excitement in her voice, accompanied by a trace of self-mockery.
She had come dangerously close to ruining an entire run through her own adjustments.
And apparently, that was reason enough to try again.
"Stable. Good. Testing the next controlled variable..."
Confidence returned to her eyes.
She reset the coordinates.
And entered once more.
Determination.
Persistence.
An unwavering insistence on achieving first place.
That was U.Icy.
It was not enough for a simulation to reach a successful conclusion. Not when she could still identify something that might be improved.
One unresolved variable was enough to bring her back.
One seemingly harmless event that developed into a future complication was enough to invalidate an otherwise promising solution.
And every time she discovered such a problem, she returned to the beginning of the same sandbox simulation.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Meanwhile, at the Headquarters Division of the Ending Judgement Court, NO6 was studying the continuously updated records.
Her attention remained fixed on what was, from her position, a sequence of repeated transfers.
She could not see the simulation itself.
She could not inspect the events unfolding inside it, nor could she access the records U.Icy had chosen not to leave behind.
All she could observe were the entries and exits.
Snow Rabbit Server — Uranus Icy.
NO1-level sandbox simulation.
Entry.
Exit.
Entry.
Exit.
The records continued accumulating.
"What is happening...? What is she exploring?"
NO6 examined the sequence with absolute seriousness.
"An optimal solution...?"
Her brows drew together.
In the NO24 mission, a single transfer had been sufficient to eliminate the threat entirely.
One transfer.
The hazard had been dealt with, and the mission was complete.
Yet U.Icy kept returning to this inexplicable simulation.
The number of entries was still increasing.
NO6 stared at the records.
'If possible... I, too, would like to know what is in there...'
She was not ambitious.
She had never possessed any particular desire to climb above others or pursue authority merely for the sake of holding it.
She was a soldier.
One who took her duties seriously and regarded the hierarchy of the Ending Judgement Court with unwavering respect.
And yet, here she was.
Thinking about NO1.
Thinking about a level of authority she had never previously considered pursuing.
Even now, she could not identify precisely why she wanted to enter that simulation.
Was it to accompany U.Icy?
To protect her?
To stand beside her with the same NO1-level authority?
Or...
Was it because she could no longer endure the anxiety of not knowing where U.Icy was, or what she was experiencing?
NO6 remained motionless.
'Why...'
Of all those possibilities, why did the last one seem so uncomfortably close to the truth?
She studied another newly updated transfer record.
Her expression grew even more solemn.
"Good. NO6 is starting to understand herself."
NO5 had approached NO3's desk to deliver a set of documents.
As she placed them down, she leaned just close enough to speak in a low voice.
Her eyes briefly wandered toward NO6.
NO3 followed the glance.
"I think she's becoming serious about this," NO3 murmured. "And not merely about becoming NO1."
NO5 smiled faintly.
"Does she actually want to attain that rank, or does she simply want to be able to enter that sandbox too?"
NO3's answer was almost inaudible.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"I thought so too."
Their exchange had been conducted so quietly that it barely disturbed the surrounding atmosphere.
Still smiling, NO5 walked away.
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終於，記錄不再反覆刷新進出次數。
U.Icy轉動座位，從虛擬保存箱取出一個櫻桃口味冰淇淋。
「.. NO1 演算。 破解完畢，」
「演算紀錄，提交。」
啪搭，送出。
她鬆了口氣。
最好的紀錄，最好的演算結果。
「希望還有下一份。」她盼望。
「還有，我的計畫.. 相較之下簡直是家家酒。」和模擬中她經歷的那些橋段相比。
「這個.. 狼什麼的，刪掉。」
「那個，對初代太.. 刪掉。」
她似乎被剛剛的經驗好好地改觀身為NO1的氣質自我認識。
「不，等等，剛剛那個笑點.. 」還原。
「太怎樣又怎麼樣，沒有逾權。」還原。
「冰淇淋資料夾，留下。」
「預先寫好的戀愛發展腳本，會用到。」
「捕獲初代，必須。」
「冰淇淋邀請，必須。」
「第一次約會，已完成。」
她逐條檢視手上的主持專案『百合文明保存計畫』的內容。
重新用現在對NO1級別的理解。
「編輯完成。」
「差異比對..」
啪搭。
『編輯 0 處。』
U.Icy一愣。
「..噗哈哈哈哈哈哈哈」她大笑。
「等等.. 最後是0處？原原本本的？」
她甚至不太敢相信自己的眼睛。
「原來如此。」
「因為天王星雪就是天王星雪嘛。」
她自鳴得意的勺起冰淇淋。
「嘿... 」
「那麼，表示我的計畫本來就在NO1規格。」
「非常吻合NO1規格。」
她自己頒發的。
卻很合理。
因為她剛剛提交了一份針對NO1某場虛擬沙盒的最適解演算。
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而NO6這邊。
偵測到檔案編輯。
資料夾已被NO1權限鎖定。
「又是這樣。..」
「吾越來越..」NO6「離她的世界更遠了嗎？」
即使NO6的單位、輩份、甚至如果要說組織階級都是在U.Icy之上。
但是NO1等級無關這件事。
也不代表取得NO1等級，U.Icy就反過來成為NO6或是總部隊的上司。
兩者是不同的軌道。
而那到底是什麼。
NO6的內心深處，似乎越來越難克制那股焦急與探究。
她甚至懷疑自己在跟『NO1』等級系統爭風吃醋。
「吾這是怎麼了？」她喃喃自語。
NO3興味的抬頭看了她一眼。
「青春啊..」
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At last, the records stopped updating.
The seemingly endless sequence of entries and exits had finally come to an end.
Back at the Snow Rabbit Server, U.Icy turned her chair and retrieved a cherry-flavored ice cream from her virtual storage compartment.
She examined the final results displayed before her.
"...NO1 simulation. Solved."
A small, satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"Simulation records. Submit."
Click.
The files were sent.
U.Icy let out a long breath.
Her best record.
Her best computational result.
After all those attempts, corrections, failures, and carefully controlled variables, she had finally produced a result she was satisfied with.
"I hope there's another one."
She genuinely meant it.
Then her gaze wandered toward another collection of files.
"...Also, compared to what I just experienced, my own plans are practically a game of make-believe."
The situations she had encountered inside that simulation had given her quite a different perspective.
Perhaps her own understanding of what it meant to be NO1 needed some refinement.
She opened the project she was currently overseeing.
Yuri Civilization Preservation Project
"Let's see..."
She began reviewing the contents, one entry at a time.
"This... something about a wolf. Delete."
She moved to the next item.
"And this one... It's a little too much for First Generation. Delete."
Apparently, her recent experiences had prompted a serious reassessment of her own conduct and the dignity expected of someone holding NO1-level authority.
Or so it seemed.
"No, wait. That joke was actually pretty good..."
Restore.
"And so what if it's a little much? It doesn't exceed my authority."
Restore.
"Ice cream folder. Keep."
She continued down the list.
"Prewritten romantic development scripts. I'll need those."
"Capture First Generation. Essential."
"Ice cream invitation. Essential."
"First date. Already completed."
U.Icy reviewed each entry with remarkable seriousness.
After everything she had experienced inside the NO1 simulation, she was determined to evaluate her project according to her newly refined understanding of NO1-level standards.
She checked the remaining contents, reconsidered her choices, and finally nodded.
"Editing complete."
She selected the comparison function.
"Compare differences..."
Click.
A result appeared.
Changes made: 0
U.Icy froze.
"..."
She stared at the screen.
"PFF—HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
She burst into laughter.
"Wait... ZERO changes? After all that? It's exactly the same as before?"
She leaned toward the display, almost unable to believe what she was seeing.
Not one modification.
Not a single adjustment had survived her review.
"Ohhh. I see!"
Her expression brightened with unmistakable self-satisfaction.
"Because Uranus Icy is Uranus Icy!"
She scooped up another spoonful of cherry ice cream.
"Heh..."
The conclusion was becoming increasingly delightful.
"Which means my project already met NO1 specifications from the beginning."
She nodded approvingly.
"Perfectly compliant with NO1 specifications."
A certification she had awarded herself.
And yet, somehow, the conclusion was perfectly reasonable to her.
After all, she had just submitted an optimal solution for an NO1-level virtual sandbox simulation.
Surely that counted for something.
U.Icy enjoyed another spoonful of ice cream, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.
Meanwhile, at the Headquarters Division.
NO6 detected another change in the records.
A file had been edited.
She followed the notification, only to encounter a familiar restriction.
Folder Access: Restricted by NO1 Authority
"...Again."
She stared at the message.
It was becoming an increasingly familiar sight.
The records existed. The activity could be detected. She could even tell when something had changed.
But the actual contents remained beyond her reach.
"I am becoming more and more..."
NO6 hesitated.
"...Distant from her world?"
The thought troubled her.
By assignment, seniority, and even the conventional organizational hierarchy of the Ending Judgement Court, NO6 stood above U.Icy.
But NO1-level authority operated independently of those distinctions.
It was not the same hierarchy.
Nor did U.Icy's possession of NO1-level clearance make her NO6's superior, or place her above the Headquarters Division.
The two belonged to different systems of authority.
Different tracks entirely.
And NO6 understood that.
At least, she understood the distinction in principle.
What she did not understand was the thing that kept drawing U.Icy beyond her reach.
What exactly was NO1?
What sort of world did that authority allow U.Icy to enter?
Deep within her, the growing mixture of curiosity and anxiety was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
She wanted to know.
She wanted to see.
More than anything, she found herself frustrated by the simple fact that U.Icy could go somewhere she could not follow.
The realization was almost embarrassing.
Was she actually...
Jealous of the NO1 clearance system?
The very idea was absurd.
And yet, the more she considered it, the less certain she became.
"What is happening to me...?" she murmured.
Nearby, NO3 lifted her head.
She regarded NO6 with an interested little smile.
"Ah, youth..."
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