Zero Gravity Biological Impact Laboratory (Hikoboshi II) As if defying gravity, the middle school girl named Amano Kaguya floated in the center of a hollow sphere with a radius of 20 meters. The girl who was normally seen curled up in fetal position at the center had straightened out her body into a position into one more reminiscent of a person sitting in a chair. "Ah, so it seems impossible to stop?" The girl spoke in a casual tone. Anyone who saw her would stare confused at the contrast between the tone of the girl's voice. Her long black hair and junihitoe floated around revealing her shoujo manga-like figure. She held a level of beauty and grace that one would be unwilling to imitate. After all, her beauty was a result of a lack of mechanical loading on her bones and muscles due to prolonged exposure to a low gravity environment. She would never be able to walk normally in a 1G environment. But it didn't matter to the girl. From her position in space, she was content being an observer of the world beneath. From the spherical cell called the Zero Gravity Biological Impact Laboratory, the girl was complacent as the master of the five kilometer long satellite known as Hikoboshi II. "Correct. The hacker has already passed through the all of the security protocols on the antenna side. It's only a matter of time before the surveillance systems and the rest of satellite are out of our control." Another voice spoke to her through speakers that were implanted somewhere in the walls of the Laboratory. However, the complacent observer's territory was being invaded. She was being brought into the rest of the world that she was observing from afar and she refused to accept that. "Given the timing and the possible suspects, it could only be her. In that case, isolate the surveillance system and cut it off from the internal network." "But.." "No matter who it is, there is far too much weaponry like the S5 aboard the satellite to let it fall into the hands of a hacker. Since the cracking of the surveillance system is inevitable, we just need to make sure that the hacker can't go any further. This is my domain. I refuse to let it fall into the hands of another." The middle school girl declared. Fukui Kiyoko A loud alarm that could have startled even the heaviest of sleepers started to sound off from the smartphone sitting on the desk. Of course, the girl laying on the bed was no exception to the all-reaching effects of the unsettling cacophony. Fukui Kiyoko was laying on a single queen-sized bed in a luxurious, albeit small, one-bedroom hotel room. The faint, yet present scent of a certain haloform compound wafted around her mouth and nose. The room was structured much like a typical hotel room. On either side of the bed Kiyoko was lying on were small dressers with lamps and an alarm clock on them. On the left of the left dresser was the corner connecting to the foyer, closet, and bathroom. On the opposite corner of that was a television. Lastly, on the next corner counterclockwise was the desk where the phone lay along with a tablet that was indicating an incoming call with the regular icons that told the user to accept/reject the call. Kita Haruki At the same time, a loud, obnoxious alarm rang from a phone a coffee table. The phone was sitting next to a tablet that had an incoming call display on it. On one of four couches sitting around each side of the coffee table lay Kita Haruki. Like with Kiyoko, the scent of a haloform compound was wafting around the entrance points of his respiratory tract. The room he was in was highly bleak as the couches and coffee table seemed to be the only thing in there. Not only that but the walls were painted a pure white with no ornamentation to be seen anywhere. There were three doors in the room as well but all of them were locked and it was likely that nobody would be able to open them without keys. Komuri Makoto At the same time, the loud obnoxious alarm sounded on a coffee table with the same contents as the others. Just like the Haruki, Makoto lay on a couch with the faint scent of a haloform compound around his nose and mouth. The windows and blonds were closed but there was a light trickling in through a gap in the blinds. Along the pantry that lined the wall were things one would find in a break room, ranging from a microwave to coffee machines. Next to the door to the room, there was a simple slip of placard which read:
District 11 Engineer Entrance-Break Room