In the middle of the massive Ocean Turtlemarine research facility
was a vertical shaft sixty feet across and over three hundred feet
deep.
This Main Shaft, which was reinforced with titanium alloy,
both supported the ship's various floors and protected its central
functions. In addition to the ship's control and propulsion systems, it housed the mysterious Rath's many advanced machines.
There were four Soul Translators (STLs)—incredible full-dive
machines capable of reading and writing the human soul—and,
connected to them, one Lightcube Cluster that served as their
mainframe.
The cluster was installed right in the center of the shaft. STL
Units Two and Three were in the Lower Shaft, while Units Four
and Five were in the Upper Shaft. STL prototype Unit One wasn't
on the ship but in Rath's Roppongi office far away.
Kirito—Kazuto Kirigaya—was currently in Unit Four, connected to the system as a means of repairing his neural network
while he struggled to recover from his coma. So in order to reach
him, they had to enter the shaft at the bottom and take an elevator to the upper portion.
It was 7:30 AMon Monday, July 6th, 2026.
Asuna Yuuki adjusted the collar of the loose summer sweater
she wore over her T-shirt as she climbed the dim spiral staircase.
Her feet sounded loudly on the galvanized metal steps, lit by
the orange emergency LED lights. The experience couldn't help
but remind her of a place far, far from here, in a metal castle
floating in an infinite sky, where she climbed many staircases like
this one—those spiral stairs that connected the boss chamber of
each floor of Aincrad with the next one above…
In most cases, she had walked behind Heathcliff, leader of the
Knights of the Blood, with the other guild members celebrating
their triumph behind them, but there were exceptions. Before she
joined the KoB, near the very start of the game of death, she
walked with a solo player dressed all in black.
With his easy, aloof manner that belied the exhaustion of battle, he would tell bad jokes to annoy her or give her information
on the next floor. On those few occasions, he was the one to guide
her onward when she felt crushed by the fatigue of their endless
quest.
"…Kirito…"
She mumbled the name of her lover under the sound of her
clanking footsteps.
There was no answer, of course.
She pushed down the welling sensation of loneliness that
threatened to overcome her. Unlike just two days ago, Kazuto was
no longer missing. He was waiting for her in that little room at
the top of these stairs. She couldn't converse with him yet—but
even if she couldn't hold his hand, she knew his awakening was
approaching, moment by moment. Natsuki Aki, his nurse, said
that if the STL's treatment continued well, his neural network
might be repaired within a day or two, moving him toward the
stage of consciousness again.
Asuna hadn't explained everything to her parents about the
journey to the Ocean Turtlefloating off the Izu Islands. She'd enlisted the help of Dr. Rinko Koujiro to explain to them that she
would be assisting the doctor on an observation of a high-tech research facility for the next few days—an explanation that wasn't
entirelyuntrue.
She knew it was a weak excuse, but her mother, Kyouko Yuuki,
just gave Asuna a searching look, then said, "Take care." Perhaps
she instinctually understood everything that was going on.
At any rate, Asuna had only three days of time here, from July
5th to the 7th. That meant that tomorrow evening, she had to be
on the regularly scheduled helicopter going from the Ocean Turtleto the heliport back in Shinkiba. She didn't know if she'd be
making that return trip to Tokyo with Kazuto yet, but if Nurse Aki
was right, she'd at least be able to talk to him.
When that happened, she'd get her chance to rage at him, to
cry, and to laugh.
She stopped in the middle of the staircase, took a deep breath,
then resumed climbing.
After another twenty steps, the stairs came to an abrupt end. It
wasn't a dead end; there was a heavy round hatch in the ceiling,
through which she needed to climb a retracting ladder.
That layer of metal, eight inches thick, was the titanium composite wall that split the upper and lower halves of the Main
Shaft. Lieutenant Nakanishi bragged that it was strong enough to
protect against rifle fire at close range, but it was unclear why
such a situation would arise on a nonmilitary mega-float.
Between him and Mr. Kikuoka, these people sure like to make
grandiose statements, Asuna thought as she ascended the aluminum alloy ladder through the hatch. The dark spiral staircase
continued after that, but the lights were green up above. It really
was as if she'd ascended to a new floor in a game.
Now she was in the Upper Shaft, where they kept the
Lightcube Cluster, the physical center of the entire Alicization
Project. It was probably just on the other side of the staircase
wall, in fact.
The Lightcube Cluster was top secret, so she didn't really know
how it worked other than that it was a literal cluster of an extreme number of lightcubes, as the name stated.
Lightcubes were the physical media that stored the artificial
fluctlights—the "souls" of the Underworldians who functioned as
bottom-up AIs—and they had lined up hundreds of thousands of
them around one enormous cube. Instead of souls, that cube contained the massive amount of mnemonic visual data for all the
Underworldians. It was the core of the STL, the Main Visualizer…
Takeru Higa, Rath's chief researcher, had explained the Underworld's workings to Asuna in a general sense, skipping over
some company secrets here and there, but to be honest, it still
sounded like a bunch of gibberish to her.
When she suggested they let her see the Lightcube Cluster itself, given all the things they were telling her, Higa seemed a bit
flustered and said the cluster's metal shell just made it look like a
big box. And nobody could open it now—not Higa, not the other
staff members, not even project overseer and SDF Lieutenant
Colonel Seijirou Kikuoka.
So all Asuna could do was imagine a vague concept of the cluster. Endless rows of tiny crystals, lined up in darkness. Between
the perfect square of their array and the larger crystal in the center, fine little lines of light were threading to and fro, like the stars
clustered at the center of a galaxy…
She was so lost in thought envisioning the image that Asuna
was slow to notice someone coming down the stairs from above.
"Oh, sorry," she said automatically, dodging to the left. The
other person continued by without a word. With each descending
stair, the footstep made a zshunk, vweemsound.
"Hmn…?"
A part of her brain latched on to that strange sound, and just
as the figure passed her position, she looked up and stared to the
right.
"Ah…?!"
Instantly, she backed away, pressing herself against the wall.
The question wasn't whowas coming down the stairs but
what. Because whatever it was, it was not a human being.
The overall silhouette was humanoid, but instead of a skeleton, it had a bare metal frame with resin-cased cylinders attached
to its limbs and waist. Fine exposed gears made up its joints, and
colored signal cables ran up and down its length like arteries.
On its back was a large box, while its "face" was just three
lenses: large, medium, and small. Asuna subconsciously wondered why they hadn't just put two identically sized lenses for
eyes, then realized what she was thinking.
She let out the breath she was holding and whispered, "A…
robot…?"
Instantly, the mysterious bipedal machine stopped moving.
The gears in its legs whirred, pulling back the foot to its previous
perch. Once it was standing on the same step as Asuna, it rotated
its body in place to the left to face her. The two bigger lenses were
dark, but there was a red light in the small one, flickering unevenly as though watching her.
"Mm—!"
A little squeak escaped from her throat. She tried to back
away, but she was already pressed against the wall of the stair-
well. Asuna leaned right, then left, but the red light continued
tracking her face.
Monsters aren't supposed to pop up on the staircases between
floors—and there're no robot mobs in the first place—and anyway, I'm in real life, not a game!Her mind raced from thought to
thought, and she was about to turn and dart back down the way
she had come when there was a voice from above.
"Hey! Knock it off, Ichiemon!"
A man was descending the stairs with an expression of alarm.
He wore a print T-shirt, shorts, thick metal-framed glasses, and
had his short hair spiked back—this was the lead researcher on
Project Alicization, Takeru Higa himself. He had a well-used laptop in his hand.
The machine-man pulled its lenses away from Asuna and rotated ninety degrees toward Higa, as though reacting to his spoken command.
Asuna finally relaxed, then looked at the researcher on the
next step upward and demanded, "Mr. Higa…what is this?"
"Er, well…it's Ichiemon. The official name is Electroactive
Muscled Operative Machine, or EMOM, and it's the first of its
type, so 1EMOM—which we've nicknamed Ichiemon," he answered, his expression shifting between embarrassment and
pride.
She glared at him and asked, "And…what is Ichiemon doing
here?"
It wasn't Higa who answered the question. "Higa's just helping
me fine-tune my program. I don't know why—it's not like we're
cohorts back at the college seminar anymore."
That answer came from a woman descending the stairs behind
him. She had a white lab coat over her denim shirt and jeans, and
her hair was parted straight down the side, a look that screamed
intellectual. This was Dr. Rinko Koujiro, the very person who
helped Asuna infiltrate the Ocean Turtle.
"Good morning, Asuna."
"Good morning," she replied, then gave Ichiemon another examination from top to bottom and asked the researchers, "This…
isn't part of Project Alicization, too, is it?"
Ichiemon took the lead back up the spiral staircase until they
reached the sub-control room, where Asuna finally pushed her
questions aside and rushed down the hallway to the STL room.
She couldn't go in the door at the end of the narrow tunnel,
but the left-hand wall was made of clear reinforced glass. She
pressed her hands and forehead against the window and peered
into the barely lit storage room.
The two massive rectangular objects were Soul Translator Unit
Four and Unit Five. Unit Five was powered down, but there were
a number of soft lights, some of them blinking, active on Unit
Four. If she squinted, she could see a thin silhouette on the gel
bed connected to the main device.
That was Kirito, aka Kazuto Kirigaya. Asuna's partner in so
many different ways.
A week ago, a suspect in the Death Gun incident had attacked
Kazuto on the street in Setagaya Ward. The attacker injected him
with deadly succinylcholine, temporarily paralyzing his heart.
Emergency measures were successful at preventing his death,
but the stoppage of blood flow had damaged his brain—the doctor
said that Kazuto might even be in a permanent vegetative state.
In the end, it was Lieutenant Colonel Seijirou Kikuoka, leader of
the Alicization Project, who flew him here to the Ocean Turtleon
life support. He claimed that it was a difficult decision that he'd
made with the belief that the STL could help heal Kazuto.
Apparently, Kazuto's mind was currently in a medical-use VR
environment called the Underworld. By activating his consciousness—his fluctlight—they hoped to regenerate his neural network.
It was hard to understand everything they were trying to explain
to her, but she at least understood that he wasn't in a simple
coma now.
She was looking at only his body; his mind was in a far-off virtual world. She supposed this was how Kazuto had felt while
Nobuyuki Sugou held her captive in the fairy world of Alfheim.
If only I could do what he did back then and go dive into the
Underworld to save him…
After over a minute of watching and thinking, Asuna pulled
away from the glass. She gave him a silent promise to return by
midday, then returned to Subcon.
Compared to the main control room in the Lower Shaft, this
room was quite small. The control console was a simplified version, too, and the desks and chairs here were cheap.
Higa and Rinko stood at the desk rather than using the chairs.
They set up the laptop on the desk, accompanied by the frightening Ichiemon.
Once she was certain the robot was on standby and wouldn't
make any sudden moves, Asuna approached the two adults. In
college, they'd been members of the same seminar—along with
Akihiko Kayaba and Nobuyuki Sugou, in fact—and they were debating the project in the rapid-fire informal conversation of old
friends.
"I think the bottleneck's in the balancer's processing. Don't
you have the budget for faster chips?"
"We're at maximum capacity if you consider cooling and battery usage. Our only option is to pick up slack by tuning the EAP
actuators…"
"But those polymer muscles are so last-generation. Use CNT
and it'll lighten right up."
"N-now, that'sa surefire way to kill our budget…but we do
have enough for one unit, I suppose…"
"Still haven't gotten over your need to skimp on materials,
huh?" Rinko said, shaking her head. She noticed Asuna standing
there and ducked her head guiltily. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Asuna. I
didn't mean to be so noisy."
"Actually, I think Kirito likes it when things are lively," she
replied with a grin, then looked at the robot. From what she could
understand of their conversation, the actuators moving its body
were artificial muscles made of organic materials. It was cuttingedge technology, for sure, but seemed unrelated to Rath's main
work in developing AI.
Higa seemed to sense her skepticism. He leaned back against
the table and said, "The old guy wanted us to make this, too."
"Uh…Mr. Kikuoka does? But why…?"
"Well, I'm not sure how serious he is about it." Rinko sighed.
"But if we're going to bring the fluctlights from the Underworld
back here, they'll need a body to move around in, right?"
"Then…then this robot is meant to house an AI?"
"That seems to be the plan."
"Yep, exactly."
Rinko and Higa answered the last one together. Asuna gave
Ichiemon another piercing examination. The overall form was
human, yes, but the frame was too blocky, the joints jutting out,
and no amount of silicone rubber was going to hide that and
make it look like a person.
"…No disrespect to Ichiemon, but…won't the AIs be shocked if
they have to live in a body like this…?"
At the very least, Asuna and Kazuto's top-down AI "daughter,"
Yui, would absolutely refuse to inhabit such a thing, she suspected.
Higa waved frantically. "Oh, no, no, we wouldn't put them in
this. Ichiemon's just a prototype for data collection. His processor's using old architecture, which is why he's so chunky. We have
a second unit for testing with onboard AI, and that one's much
more advanced."
"Second unit…And would that one's name be…?"
"Niemon," he answered matter-of-factly.
"Ah…for 'two.' I should have figured," she said, shaking her
head. "So what is it that makes the onboard-AI prototype more
advanced?"
"Well, its sensors and balancers are way, way more effective at
their job…or so we hope," Rinko answered for Higa. She stepped
sideways and, for some reason, pulled her feet together and balanced on tiptoe. Then she spread her arms a bit and held that position, wavering slightly.
"Even when we human beings are standing still, our entire
bodies are working to fine-tune our balance—almost entirely unconsciously, in fact. Even right now, as I'm struggling not to fall
over, I'm not thinking, 'I'm leaning this far to the right, so I need
to straighten my right leg more than my left.' My brain—my fluctlight—is controlling my muscles and bones with its own autobalancing function."
She dropped her sneaker heels back to the floor and grinned.
"Ichiemon has servos that re-create that autobalancing function
through mechanical and electronic means. But like you saw when
he was slowly going up and down the stairs, it takes a huge number of sensors and balancers, a high-powered CPU, batteries, and
cooling systems, plus a frame strong enough to support all those
things. That's why we can't make Ichiemon any smarter than he
already is."
"Even this is way more human than we could get a decade
ago." Higa smirked.
"Meaning…if its brain functions aren't handled by an old CPU but
an artificial fluctlight, it should have the same balancing ability
that any human being does?" Asuna asked.
"Yep! That's the idea. That way we can shrink the servos to a
fraction of the size, make the frame lighter, the actuators smaller,
and get it far closer to the actual human body…we hope. It's still a
bit of a pipe dream. Like I said, Niemon is much more human—
well, the silhouette is, anyway."
"Well, if you're that proud of it, show us alr—" Rinko started to
say, then stopped herself. She frowned, deep in thought, then said
in a much lower voice, "Higa…Niemon can't walk around autonomously yet, can it?"
"Huh? Of course not. It's got the CPU in there, but the actual
control program's just an empty shell. Even if you loaded
Ichiemon's program, the difference with Niemon's sensory systems would make it fall over by the third step, I bet."
"…Oh…"
Rinko considered this, then took a deep breath and turned to
Asuna to change the topic. "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Not yet."
"Then let's go to the mess hall. Higa's going to eat here with
Ichiemon."
Asuna thought that was a joke, but Higa pulled an energy bar
out of his shorts pocket and waved them off with a "Take your
time." Asuna shook her head in equal parts exasperation and
wonder, then followed Rinko.
Before she left, she looked at the STL room and mouthed the
words I'll be back.
In the hallway leading away from Subcon, someone was approaching from the elevator. It was two men, in fact, both wearing lab coats over T-shirts. They were probably more of Rath's
employees, of which there were supposedly at least a dozen, but
Asuna didn't know their names yet. They probably still assumed
that she was Rinko's assistant, the way she had been disguised
when she'd snuck aboard.
She bowed to them after Rinko, and as the two men passed,
she followed them out of the corner of her eye. She didn't recognize the profile of the man with the scruffy whiskers and the
ponytail. But something itched in the back of her mind. It was
that sense of danger that, if back in Aincrad, would at least have
her hand on the hilt of her rapier, if not drawing it entirely…
"What is it, Asuna?" Rinko asked quietly, and she realized that
she had stopped still. The men continued down the hall, flip-flops
slapping against the floor as they made their way to Subcon.
"…No. It's nothing."
They continued walking, Asuna attempting to pin down the
source of that strange sensation all the while. But after she exhausted the possibilities, it began to fade away and eventually
vanished.