[Dick is about to throw a joke back… but stops.
His gaze slowly drifts toward a glass cabinet by the wall.
Inside, suspended in a soft anti-gravity field, rests a spherical drone.
Almost a perfect sphere—about twelve inches in diameter.
Dark blue body with a red Radio Nebula logo ring.
At the center—a large circular lens, like an unblinking eye.
On the side, printed clean and corporate:]SH.IT.tech Robotics™
MN~5 SCN~BOT
MEDIA UNIT[And below that—bold, unmistakable marking:]DO NOT SHOOT
PRESS[A sphere just like this once became Blindy's "friend"…
and died saving that dumb couple.
Dick smirks crookedly]“Alright, baby…
boot this piece of shit up.Time to become influencers. Heh.”
[Jackie walks up to the cabinet.
Under the glass, a small red button flickers.
She presses it.
A soft click.
The anti-gravity field flashes blue, and the cabinet panels slide open silently.
The sphere wakes up.
First—the central lens ignites with a cold blue glow.
Then—inside the body, stabilizers hum to life.
The sphere gently detaches from the field, hovering…
like it's remembering where it is and who called it.
Then the drone fully comes alive.
It circles the room—slow, precise, scanning everything:
walls, equipment, ceiling, panels… and finally them.
Thin sensor beams sweep across Dick and Jackie's faces, and he mutters]“Heh… look at that, it recognizes us.”
[The holo-screen in Jackie's hands flickers—she quickly inputs a command.
The drone tilts slightly, choosing the perfect angle.
Focus locks.
Old-gen system—AUTO-HOST TRACKING—still works like a charm]BEEP
[Camera feed is live.
Now the listeners aren't just hearing them.
They see everything][On the holo-screen, text flashes]LIVE FEED—STREAMING…
PRESS UNIT ACTIVE
RADIO NEBULA 69.9 FTL[Dick lowers his voice, almost to a whisper]“Alright, baby… let’s get it done.”
[Dick takes off his regular glasses—and swaps them for his smart pair: Mega RayBanned™ Gen69.
They snap into place with a soft click.
The interface boots instantly—as a cheap, aggressive, cluttered AR.
Status bars flicker. Signal locks. Sync established with the drone.
By the time the lenses settle on Shiori, overlays start popping up:]"THREAT? YES""100% YES"
[Dick squints at the mess of data, unimpressed]“Heh… still as stupid as ever.
Round idiot’s online—gremlins can see us now.
Anyway… let’s go meet your new adventures…”
[They walk up to Shiori, and the three of them exit the station.
Ahead of them floats the "round idiot," its lens glowing, streaming everything live—
like a personal paparazzi born in hell]And suddenly—Jackie snaps. Full fan-mode overload.
“Oh no-no-no-no…
Dick—Dick… we’re going to Airi’s ship.
Shiori… Airi-chan is there right now, isn’t she? She’s there?!”
Dick shakes his head, trying to hide a smirk.
Shiori smiles with that precise Japanese restraint, barely holding back a laugh.
“Of course. She’s waiting inside.
How could she not be…”
Jackie waves her hands in front of her face, like she’s trying to outrun her own heartbeat.
“Stop… get it together…
You’re acting pathetic.”
She tugs at the portable broadcast unit, adjusting the straps.
Her posture tightens—well, as much as it can for a girl on the verge of a full-blown fan meltdown about to meet her idol.
They step into the docking bay
and onto the hull of Shiori’s ship.
Laser scanners slice across the floor, the air hums,
and the bay begins to fill with thick white vapor—like they’re about to be teleported straight into a Korean drama.
As the fog clears,
the inner doors of the ship slide open,
the hull seals behind them,
and all three step inside.
Airi is waiting at the center—radiant, sweet, practically glowing.
The moment she sees them, she instantly switches into full adorable-host mode.
“Yōkoso 。.:☆:･'[⌒―⌒]]]!”
Dick, who spent years in New Tokyo and got long used to Moe-kei and Akiba-kei energy, just snorts—like he’s back home.
Shiori steps in calmly, taking her place beside Airi.
Jackie freezes at the entrance, like someone just temporarily disabled her breathing function.
“Uh… hi, Airi-chan…
You’re… even prettier in real life than Dick described!”
Airi’s response is instant—like a direct Moe-energy shot to the chest.
“Em… hiiii~ Jakkīi-chan [/^-^[^ ^]/ ♡
You’re pretty cute yourself… Nyaaaan~”
Dick chokes on laughter.
“Hahahaha— Jackie-chan?!
Baby, since when do you know kung fu?
That’s it, I’m dead.”
Jackie puffs up her cheeks, hands on her hips.
“Airi-chan… please… just call me Jackie…
I’m gonna hear that for the rest of my life now.”
Airi walks up, grabs Jackie’s hand, and pulls her inside like she just brought home her new best friend.
“Arē, arē, arē, Jakkīi-nyan~ [^・ω・^]
Don’t mind Dikku-dono…
He’s just jealous.
Come on, I’ll show you the engine room.
There’s sooo much cool stuff there!”
Dick calls after them like an older brother:
“Hey! Don’t go too far!
We’ve still got a stream to run on the way!”
Shiori turns and steps up to the navigation panel.
“Airi-chan, take us to Zerosu-san and Buraindi-san.”
Airi gives a soft wink, activates the controls, and as the elevator doors open, they step inside—descending toward the engine core.
“Sou da, Shiori-sensei~ [￣▽￣]ゞ”
The ship detaches from the station, gains distance—
—and within seconds, vanishes into hyperspace.