"The information density is a bit much, Child's Father..."
After leaving that remark, Bubble closed her eyes and serenely immersed herself in her own world. Maybe she was leading over ten thousand Shepards and Dia to search for the latest updates. O... swinging bricks around. Maybe she was in Demacia. In any case, she was no longer participating in our conversation.
She had already laid out all the valuable information filtered from the sailing log before us.
The remaining deduction and analysis were not what she, a Super Computer, excelled at, so Bubble cleverly shoved the matter onto Sandora and me.
The decrypted log information naturally consisted of far more than just one video and one name. There was a huge pile of material, including many incomprehensible galactic coordinates, ship terminology, warship navigation records, and a set of crew regulations. There were also countless other things that made no sense. Sandora was rapidly browsing through those technical materials, but our discussion remained focused on the information revealed by that video.
"I don't know why this ship ended up in the hands of a group of Carbon-Based Lifeforms." Sandora stared at the rapidly scrolling Holographic Projection, tiny lights flickering in her sea-blue eyes. "It definitely wasn't handed over to them through normal channels. Viska wouldn't do something like that... Look at these things, and the voices in that recording just now. These people of unknown origin gave the equipment aboard this Eternal-class warship all sorts of new names. They called the ship an ancient Divine Envoy-class vessel, called the Psionic Shield a protective barrier, and their reactions when under attack were laughable. They didn't organize any effective counterattack based on an Empire warship's characteristics, which caused the shield system to overload in just a few minutes." "By the way, who do