Apocalypse Shelter Administrator - Chapter 380



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EP.380 Patrol (1)

Closed loop.

This half-forgotten word is the essence of shelter.

Completely cut off from the outside world, continuing infinitely with today being like yesterday and tomorrow being like today.

This is the underground kingdom built just for that one thing.

Somehow, it has become a hub with a huge impact on the world, with countless supplies and robot armies coming and going, but its spirit still lives on.

The one who protects it more strongly than anyone else is the mistress of this house.

“It’s a little hot. Next time, bring it at a temperature of 3 degrees. Add 4 milligrams of pine needle fragrance.”

“yes.”

Artemis wore a white research gown over her favorite gorgeous shirt.

The sight of her drinking tea with her legs crossed sexily is the very symbol of a genius female scientist.

The nymph maids who follow orders obediently are poor slaves, or rather, graduate students.

Unlike the actual graduate students, Camilla seems perfectly happy serving the demanding Artemis.

If you put it that way, does that make me a debaucher who enjoys hanging out with female professors and female students?

Slurp.

Artemis watched me review the papers over the tilting teacup, her narrowed golden eyes blinking seductively.

“I think a man is most attractive when he holds a pen and signs his name.”

It was when he signed the order to sell 50 Shelter Mountain horses that had completed growth and training to the outside world.

“You’ve only seen each other for a day or two, so don’t you get tired of it?”

“That’s the good thing about us as a couple. I’m not under the control of the pituitary gland, so I don’t have to fall into mannerism. Your wonderful appearance makes my heart flutter just as much now as it did when I first saw you.”

“As a human, I am governed by hormones.”

“That’s okay. I’m a generous wife.”

Artemis smiled.

“Why are you so noisy today?”

“I’m just glad that the tedious outside work is over and I can return to my peaceful daily life.”

He put the signed document aside and took out a new one.

She watched the insignificant movement with sparkling eyes.

“Ah, this is…”

I groaned involuntarily.

This is an order to disassemble the last remaining 2nd generation security robots, the 12 Marauder series, in the shelter and convert them into 3rd generation Stalkers.

Unlike the first generation and the sleeper model, which were mostly made of metal, the second generation is lightweight due to the use of many polymer compounds.

Instead, it has low durability and high maintenance costs.

In terms of cost-effectiveness, it is behind the 1st generation insomniacs, and in terms of performance, it is behind the 3rd generation stalkers, so the number has been continuously reduced, and now it is the turn of the last remaining member.

Veterans and equipment that have faithfully carried out their missions disappear into the back alleys of history.

Even though I know it’s something that needs to be done, I can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

Like the feeling of a tank crew member watching an old tank being loaded onto a trailer for the last time, or a captain saluting a decommissioned warship.

In particular, the Plunderer series has been with me for a long time during the process of acquiring early technological capital, and I have many memories of risking my life together on dangerous journeys.

“This is the end.”

As Artemis said, all the external factors worth worrying about were taken care of, so the morning work report ended early.

“Haha, isn’t it true that our daily lives are best when they’re this leisurely?”

“Why don’t we just sign a few simple signatures and then just hang around?”

“Because this is a city made for that kind of life.”

Ayla baked an apple pie in the kitchen attached to the central control room.

Artemis, who now had no aversion to eating, picked up a piece of pie with her delicate fingers.

Instead of putting it straight into your mouth, bring it to your nose and inhale its scent.

“Constant training, self-development. These are nice values ​​to hear, but they are necessary for those living in an imperfect world. In a paradise where there is nothing more to add, they can actually be poison. Could it be an act of trying to rip off the fence of a garden that God has carefully cultivated?”

“…”

It’s really changed a lot.

When she first came here, she always complained that this city was like a graveyard and tried to return to the US by any means necessary.

A slice of pie disappeared between Artemis’s red lips.

We had a leisurely tea time in the central control room.

A giant screen rotates scenes from around the shelter.

Adult horses were grazing in the underground meadows, and police officers were riding on the sub-adult horses to train them, while some were feeding the foals powdered milk from bottles.

Topless, sweaty workers are a trademark of the central region.

Recently, officer trainees who roll around like crazy under robot instructors have been added.

The basic job of a system administrator is to monitor the entire facility like this unless something unusual happens.

As for me, I prefer watching external reconnaissance footage rather than the underground city where there are no special incidents or accidents.

“I guess you don’t like the view?”

As Artemis’ quick-witted words came out, the lights in the central control room all went out.

The screen in front begins to show the universe instead of the images that had gathered just a moment ago.

“Do you like this?”

“Yeah. It’s refreshing and nice.”

To be exact, it is the world as seen from the moon.

A gray, dry land stretches out endlessly against the backdrop of pitch-black space.

The screen that takes up the entire front is so large that it feels like a planetarium.

At its center was a view of the Earth as seen from the moon.

The earth beneath the moon was devastated and hideous monsters lurked, but the Earth seen from the moon remained as beautiful as ever.

“Artemis.”

“huh?”

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She turned her head to me as she looked at the moon with a happy face.

“Do you still want to go to the moon?”

“Of course. Where do you think my name comes from?”

“Are you serious?”

Artemis stared at me silently. Her eyes seemed to ask why I was asking such a thing.

“None of the documents I’ve reviewed so far have been prepared for a full-scale moon climb. It’s true that we had to squeeze out resources to deal with various external events. But even now that we have some free time, I don’t see any budget that seems appropriate.”

Building and operating a base on the moon.

It was an extremely difficult task even with the power of a national unit in an era when the world was running normally.

No matter how powerful we are, we will have to move diligently, even if only in small ways, to accomplish that on our own.

But she did almost nothing to prepare.

The only space-related budget was for astronomical observations and maintenance of low-orbit satellites.

“I still haven’t given up on my dream. I love the moon as much as our treasure trove.”

She lifted her crossed legs and wiggled her feet wrapped in black stockings.

“Now that I have my own feet, I would like to walk on the surface of the moon myself.”

“You’ll have to wear a thick, heavy spacesuit, though.”

“Hoo hoo hoo.”

She smiled slightly, gulped down the remaining tea, and looked down at her empty cup.

“It’s just that things have changed a little.”

“Things have changed?”

“Because now, unlike before, I’m not just a giant computer, a lump of inorganic matter.”

She smiled strangely as she looked at me, saying that she had no idea what I was talking about.

“I’ve become complicated in many ways.”

She put another piece of apple pie in her mouth with a strange smile.

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In the afternoon, we went out on a shelter patrol.

Artemis didn’t follow me on patrol, let alone a walk.

“I can’t stand following you around for an hour or two, looking through every nook and cranny. My feet hurt.”

Physical strength and weak soles. These were her two weaknesses.

There would be no need for that, since everything in this city is her eyes and ears anyway.

“Hello, Admin!”

“Administrator, thank you for your hard work today!”

As I walked through the various districts, the residents I encountered greeted me politely and respectfully.

There is no longer that fearful look that I had when I first arrived here.

Everyone who was going to leave has left, and only those who are competent and faithful in their respective fields and have passed the verification of Artemis remain.

The pride in being recognized, the thirst for the outside world that was quenched by the permitted outing, the quality of life they enjoyed in the process, the accomplishments they had made.

These things seem to have refined the relationship between me and them to something closer to a master-subject relationship.

Wink.

Nina, who was on patrol wearing a fancy uniform and riding a military horse, winked at me.

The deputy commander riding next to him hastily saluted.

They are still not issued live firearms, but are instead allowed to use Tasers and batons.

With the power of a steed that has been trained for a long time and has become one body, any disturbance can be suppressed in an instant.

“Admin, I just came back from Siberia with another great achievement. Is there any special food this time?”

“Ugh…”

The deputy’s face turned pale as he looked at Nina who asked boldly.

She too, as befitting a police officer, had a trained body that could not be hidden by clothes.

But the shooter’s fearless remarks seem to make my heart flutter.

“Is there anything you want to eat? Just tell me.”

“I’m not going to eat it all by myself. I’m not a pig.”

“You eat as well as a wild boar, don’t you?”

“Hehehe, that’s true. No, no, that’s not important right now…”

Nina, who had puffed out her cheeks, eventually got a promise from me to provide her with an impromptu special meal.

“Loyalty! Then I will return to my guard duty!”

Nina, who had been saluting with restrained movements contrary to her playful face, disappeared.

A look of amazement appeared on the fidgety deputy’s face.

“Sister, you’re really amazing. My heart is still pounding.”

A faint voice of admiration is heard from behind.

The deputy chief will find Nina’s comfortable conversation with him extraordinary.

I also became weak in front of Nina.

She had a pretty face, good sociability, was competent as a police officer, and seemed like a little sister to me, so it was hard to refuse her when she asked me to do something.

Well, it could just be rice cake.

“wait a minute!”

Nina, who had been passing by, came riding a horse, got off in front of me, and handed me the reins.

“Let’s take a ride. It’s too wide to walk around on foot.”

“How do I return it?”

“He’s a smart guy, so you can just leave him anywhere. When he hears the evening curfew announcement music, he’ll come back to the police stables on his own.”

“That’s amazing.”

“It’s not an ordinary thing, physically or mentally.”

Nina stroked the horse’s neck.

As she climbed onto the horse behind the deputy, I also climbed onto the horse.

The place where I pointed my horse’s head was the central factory area where Chloro was.

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