"Under the brilliance of electricity, radio waves, and electronics, we pray for the protection of wisdom and courage. May our creations and inventions..."
Miyasato Takeru recognized it; this text seemed to be an oracle from the Dendenkyu Shrine.
He had just been there that afternoon, so the memory was vivid in his mind.
Plop-plop—plop-plop—
The printer continuously worked, spewing out paper imprinted with the contents of the oracle.
At this moment, Miyauchi smelled a subtle strange scent in the server room. It was not the ozone smell emitted by the printer, more like the scorched smell of a circuit, but not quite, distinctly different.
As he was lost in thought, the printer in front of him had spewed out close to a hundred A4 sheets at an eerie speed.
And it showed no intention of stopping.
"This system, those subprograms, are they running these things over and over!?"
Miyasato Takeru's brain was in chaos, struggling to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.
