"Yes..."
"White Stone then?"
It's still not ringing any bells in his head as he tries to recall any reports from a hundred years ago, but none come to mind.
He met 18072519's handsome face three or five inches away the moment he raised his head.
He was taken aback by the unexpected closeness to the point where he stumbled backwards, landing first on his buttocks.
It's a good thing his grip on the tray is strong enough.
While he believes these humans in the figure are moving too quickly, he suddenly recalls the old diary of his Chief's predecessors, as if passed by them by an angel.
A fictitious light bulb made a sound and appeared above his head. He gives the pair of Human Code Subjects a thin smile.
18072519 stared blankly at the small man in front of him, thinking to himself
