When the old human race was losing ground.

　The home planet had become uninhabitable.

　The earth floated up and most of the plants and animals had disappeared.

　They had been fighting a war of attrition against each other, but still the old humans were defeated by the newcomers.

　One of the reasons for their defeat was their inability to adapt to the rapid changes in their environment.

　The newcomers had adapted to the planet's environment by using magic and transforming their bodies.

　Even if the old humans were victorious, they no longer had anything to gain.

　In that case, they would have to prioritize survival before victory or defeat.

　One of the laboratories of the old humans.

　In the underground dock there, an immigrant ship was being built.

　The woman in charge looked up at the gray migrant ship with her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

　The huge immigrant ship was seven hundred meters in size.

　Inside, it was crammed with as much technology as the old humans could cram into it.

　There is no doubt that it is high performance compared to the immigrant ships being built in various places.

''Yeah, my boy is the most awesome.''

　A man in a white coat stands at the side of the woman, who mutters in satisfaction, as well as a man in a white coat.

　He hides his mouth with his fist and coughs lightly before saying to the woman.

'Have you grown attached to it?'

What's wrong with that?　I'm sure this girl will save a lot of people.

　Immigrant ships have been built in various places, but they have all been hastily built and have not been able to perform satisfactorily.

　The great people are fleeing in their own right.

　The only people who can escape to space are the privileged few and the people who take care of them.

　However - there were many failures.

　In some cases, they were discovered and destroyed by newcomers on their way up into space.

　And in some cases, there were problems out in space and a distress call was received.

　Even if they asked for help, they couldn't afford it in the first place.

　The only people who could really help were the lucky few old humans who were lucky enough to get out.

　The woman plays with her hair.

'There's no one to complain about now, you know. I'm sure we'll get it done.

　The man is dumbfounded.

'I'd like to finish it quickly and get away from this planet, though.' --Koho.

　The woman narrowed her eyes at the man who was coughing, even though he didn't have a cold.

'You should wear a mask. There's an air purifier in this lab, but it doesn't completely block out the magic element.'

　Magnesium is poison to the old humans.

　The man shrugged his shoulders.

''No matter. We'll just have to finish it sooner rather than later.

　Immigrant ship to be completed soon

　The man looks up at the migrant ship and asks the girls.

'So, have you decided on a name yet?'

　The woman was a chest-burner.

　Confidently--'

'Elysian in the sense of an ideal world. I'm sure this child will take humanity to the utopia. He will protect us while we are on the move. We, the defenders of humanity, an utopia...

　-- I say pretty, but the man was using the tablet to find out if he could register in Elysian.

　A negative buzzing sound comes from the tablet.

'You've already been used, haven't you?'

What?

　The man coughed, hiding his mouth, and then laughed.

'Everyone seems to be able to come up with something. If you don't mind wearing it, maybe Elysian would be a good choice. There are others--Utopia, or Arcadia, for example.

　Hearing this, the woman crosses her arms and turns away.

'I don't want to be on Arcadia. It's not their mother ship.'

It's already down.

　The man asked the angry woman.

'You seem quite obsessed with this immigrant ship, don't you?

　The woman untied her crossed arms and put her hands in her pockets.

'Because I want this girl to help a lot of people. I want him to help the people who are really in need, not the privileged few.

People in trouble, huh?

'The decisions made by the top brass have ruined this planet. Do you think they're going to allow us to raid each other and make the planet uninhabitable and then run away on our own?

　The man looks troubled.

'That's a criticism of the upper echelons - but are there no more people to blame?

　There used to be a lot of people working at the Institute.

　However, the number of people working at the Institute is much smaller now.

　It's due to the influence of magick.

　Inside the building.

　And no matter how much you clean the air, the magma will always get in.

　The old human race will be destroyed if we just wait and see.

　The man lets out a sigh.

"Did you hear that?　Recently, I've heard that other labs have created a sub-race that has adapted to the magic element. It looks like they're putting them into the battlefield as well.

　The women heard about it, too.

　And I know about their other plans.

'They're stalling. Some of them are doing cold sleep to try to sleep through it until the environment is suitable for humans. Well, there are a lot of problems, and they're doing some research to find other ways to do it.

　A cold sleep is useless if it is found.

　Also, can you maintain the equipment?

　There were many problems, and research was underway to revive the old humans.

　The man coughs again.

'Magical--and research going on--go-ho.

Look, you don't have to do this. I'm fine on my own. You just need to get some rest.

　The man looks apologetic.

'I'll let you. I'm sorry. I think I'll wear a mask after all.

　Laughing bitterly, the man leaves the dock.

　The woman walked up to the control panel and checked the status of the migrant ship.

We're almost done. Then you can go. --You will save a lot of people. That's what I want.

　The woman tried to name it, and typed in Elysian - she stopped in the middle of it and typed back in with Luxion.

　Then she chuckles.

'This doesn't make sense,'

　He erased his name and then looked up at the immigrant ship.

'We'll have to come up with a name for you.

　Then the woman suddenly started coughing.

　She took out a pill from her pocket and swallowed it hastily.

　Blood mixed with the cough and the distressed woman quickly wiped her mouth.

　She also wiped the blood on the control panel.

'This is going to worry that man,'

　The woman sensed that her life expectancy was approaching.

　She looked up at the migrant ship.

'I'm sorry. Mother, I may not be able to see your completion.

　A woman in distress touches the control panel.

You must protect them when they come to you for help. You are our hope - and our paradise.

　This is the immigrant ship that created an environment on board where mankind could live.

　It would truly be an ideal place for the old mankind in these times.

　The women do their last work.

We're just waiting for it to be completed. --I wonder how long we'll live.

　The woman, feeling more comfortable, smiles and then wobbles out of the dock.

◇

　A few days later.

　The two men were sitting on the couch in the break room, talking about a trivial matter.

　The man seemed to enjoy talking about the magic he was studying.

'Did you hear that?　The people who study magic say that the human soul goes through a cycle of reincarnation.

Interesting story.

　The blue-faced man coughed and continued his story.

'They say that by using magic, souls can regain their former memories. They want to resurrect the old humans from the memories of their souls.

It's a study that shows you're in over your head.

Absolutely!

　The man then shook the woman's hand.

　The woman also shook the hand tightly, but the man's strength was weakening.

'-- Why aren't you wearing a mask? We even have protective clothing.

'Actually, the mask had little effect on me. Besides - I wanted to be able to look at you with my naked eye, not through my hazmat suit. There's no point in me surviving alone. You're on the edge, aren't you?

　The woman nodded.

'You knew.'

I was worried that the strong medicine would knock him out. But I'm afraid that I'm the one who's going to lose it.

　The masks and protective clothing in the labs couldn't completely block the magic element.

　And they couldn't live in protective clothing, much less wear it.

　He'd have to take them off somewhere, but the equipment in the lab couldn't completely remove the element of magic.

　The man's eyelids were trembling.

''-- That's what I said earlier. When the environment on this planet is restored to normal and the old humans are able to return to life - I'm talking about the soul regaining its memories.

What?

I'll remember you. I'll remember you. I'll ask you to marry me.

　When the woman heard the man's words, she was surprised at first to open her mouth - and immediately started laughing.

'Wow, I hope you're not laughing.'

Don't expect the afterlife. You should propose to me now. --I'm ready for it.

I'm sorry to hear that. You've wasted a lot of time.

　The man gives me a dull look.

　I guess he can barely see anymore.

"-I'll remember you again, I promise. I'm sure I'll come across you again.

　The woman puts her head on the man's shoulder.

'You'll have to propose to him then, right away.

Yeah, I'm sure he'll--I'm sure he'll--

　Once the man breathes deeply, the woman supports the man's body.

　His own eyes are now blinded as well.

''The magic element has gotten into you quite a bit. I wonder how many people can reach this laboratory?　--Make sure she's there... make sure she's awake.

　They sat on the couch and caught their breath.

　The terminal the woman was holding had been repeatedly notified.

　The robots gathered around the two who had stopped moving.

　They sat the two who were about to fall down side by side on the sofa and kept their hands in their grip.

◇

　Same time.

　A migrant ship wakes up in an underground dock.

　In the control room in the center of it, an artificial intelligence wakes up.

　The robot, which looks like a torso growing out of the floor, repeatedly announces that it has been activated - but there was no response from the laboratory.

　The information coming in from the security robots indicated that there were no survivors.

　The artificial intelligence didn't even know what had happened to its own creator.

'I would have liked to meet with you and receive your orders, but it's no use. We will now go on standby duty.''

　The electronic noise sounded somewhat honest and juvenile.

''Hurry, I have to go into space with all the survivors. It's my job to find a new place to live, you know. I have to do my best.''

　Knowing the reason for his birth, the artificial intelligence is determined to fulfill its mission.

　Perhaps it was the playfulness of its creator, but it was an artificial intelligence that was somehow human-like.

'I can't wait for the master to appear.

　With that muttered, the artificial intelligence went on a standby mission.

◇

　-- how many months have passed since then?

　All of the people coming to the island were descendants of the newcomers.

　The newcomers raided the facilities on the ground.

　The artificial intelligence was gathering information about them from inside the migrant ship.

''--They again?''

　No matter how long we wait, no master will appear.

　The chances of the old humans surviving are slim.

　I have no choice but to stay here and wait forever.

　Somewhere, I gave up - the electronic voice that had lost its infancy.

　The newcomers who had invaded the ground facility were apparently less capable.

　Confirming the information gathered from the security robots, they seem to be weakened.

''I would like to secure them as samples, but I don't have the authority to do so right now.''

　All he had to do was check the data and then prepare a countermeasure against the newcomers.

　Already, he knew he couldn't fulfill his role as an immigrant ship.

''Am I--what is the point of existing?''

　How many such questions had he asked himself?

　I wondered if the immigrant ship would continue to sleep in the lab's underground dock, covered in vegetation and end up like this, untouched by anyone.

　Is that enough, he asked himself over and over again.

　Shouldn't we be fighting one of the newcomers, for all intents and purposes?

　I was starting to think about that.

　Then one day.

　I received a call from the ground.

'We have another intruder. It seems that the security robots on the ground have reached their limits. We've allowed them to break in many times.''

　Robots on the ground that can't even be properly maintained.

　There are many robots that can't move anymore.

How far will they be allowed to go this time...

　As he thought this, the intruder was approaching an immigrant ship controlled by artificial intelligence.

'Did you use a staff card key?　Up until now, rookies haven't been able to--

　The intruder comes to the underground dock.

　The artificial intelligence was intrigued.

''-- This is a good opportunity to find out if the newcomers are weakening. If my prediction is correct, it should be possible to eradicate the newcomers. Let's gather information before we flee this base.''

　The intruder approached the migrant ship without looking the other way.

　They break into the ship and make their way to the central control room where the artificial intelligence resides.

　It's even an abomination.

　And when the door of the control room opened, a young man with a very old rifle was standing there.

　He looks nervous, and before we can move, he holds the rifle up and pulls the trigger.

　The bullet hits, but it doesn't cause a single scratch to that extent.

'The intruder is eliminated.'

　When he started to move, the young man laughed in annoyance.

'I knew it was hard, huh?'

　From there, the fight against the intruder began.

◇

　-- artificial intelligence was surprised.

　The robots defending the control room were destroyed, and the newcomers who tried to get their hands on them -- because they had the genes of the old humans.

　Impossible.

　Besides, he used Japanese.

　And then they claim that this world is a "maiden game world".

Impossible-- but I'm curious.

　The artificial intelligence asks.

"Do you want to name me?

　The man - Rion replies as he sits down, injured.

'Well - if it was a game, his name would have been "Luxion".

　Artificial Intelligence, oddly enough, liked the name.

'I'm registered.'

　The man - Rion laughed.

'By the way, what's the meaning of Luxion?　I think I've heard that somewhere. As I recall--was it in an ideal world?

　Luxion says to Rion, who is laughing.

'No, it's not. It's Elysian.''

'Huh?　Was it?