- Faster, Mr Takahashi! - I'm trying! And drop that honorific. You can call me Yuusha, I am not that conservative! Just as I step the other foot out of the corridor, the side walls slam towards each other, completely blocking a twenty-metre-long pathway and shutting down cameras 7 - 16 and 5 - 7. The roaring collision sound and the squeaking noises of the mechanical components send our bodies trembling. The box is intact, and after catching our breath, we have some time to carefully look at it. Unlike the first box which is encoded, there are no visible locking mechanisms on this one. There are no padlocks or holes to put any key in. If not for the rattling noises when we try to shake the box, none would ever distinguish between this work of art and a plain, decorative cuboid. And apparently, with the equipment available in the portable subspace, no amount of sheer force can break open this box. - Maric, you can lead the way. I think this box can

And so, the three of us stand in front of the trigger in front of the camera 34 - 22. - This currently has no basis, but we both trust that there must be a pattern of shuffling whenever somebody steps on this trigger. This may take a while, but it is better than nothing since we are at a dead end. So, if everyone is ready... - Yes, I am. - Same. - Well then, I would step on this. This is redundant, but please hold onto something during the restructuring. Maric places her left foot on the button and slowly leans forward to apply pressure. As we discreetly stare at her leg doing the job, a faint but very defined click finally reverberates throughout the silent corridor after the trigger button is on the same level as the ground. The segregation walls collapse as soon as Maric lifts her foot, making a series of continuous slamming noises like a domino effect. In the small T-shaped, two-by-two metres compartment of camera 34 - 22, we lie fla

- Cannons on your left! Charging until launch! Try to neutralise them! - Roger! Claws underneath, our retaliation rockets are locked on them! - EMP! Where is EMP? - You two! I am swarmed by exploding spider mechs down here. Do something! The last three hours are the most daunting. Protruding from the six surfaces of the cuboidal room are six nodes containing the key to unlocking the box. Maric is unable to fight for a prolonged period, so she is tasked with solving the nodes, while Mirai and I help her fight off the traps to buy her time. Everything in the portable subspace and my backpack is pushed to the limit. I have consumed the tenth photon shotgun ammunition tube to neutralise countless waves of mechs and traps. With the correct settings, each shot is a multitude of photons with various frequencies that jam electronic devices on impact. I manoeuvre around the emerging obstacles to gather the endlessly spawning autonomous bots and d

Humans immerse themselves in illusions, but who dares to break through such sweet dreams and pursue reality? - Wow, look at this artefact, guys. - Let me see, let me see. - So cool! The next day, Maric's group visited the cluster of pyramids in Giza. To avoid the tour buses flocking in and causing an influx of tourists to roam around. Thus, the poor soul who returned to the hotel late after the stand-up comedy show was sleep-deprived, against her gang whose energy and enthusiasm were over the roof. Waking up as soon as six in the morning to have an indulgent breakfast and catch the earliest bus, they reached the foot of the most colossal one, the Great Pyramid of Giza at eight-thirty. They shared money to book a guide for the entire visit, and the man in summer clothing and a hat was already there, waving at them. The pyramid visit was expected to last half an hour. Because there were few people in the tunnels, the occasional breeze that traver

Counter-Extraterrestrial Association, Egypt branch, 2060, From the outside, it looks like a small stand-up comedy house within the bustling tourist area of Cairo. However, in the basement, its true form is revealed. More than half of the basement area is for equipment and vehicle storage, and in the corner, a hydraulic lift is responsible for carrying them to the first floor. Deeper into the basement is the meeting room. Around the table, Mirai and Wilhelm sit next to each other, on the largest seat designated for high-ranking officials of the CEA or important people. Then, Ernst, Gottlob, Arthur, Maric, and I sit on the remaining seats. At the centre of the table, a hologram depicts the images of the current situation. Under the table, each seat will have a mouse which resembles a ball, so anyone can freely rotate or zoom in on the hologram projection for better observation. - Thank you everyone for being here. Before we start the impromptu meeting, two more people wo