I left the little girl and returned to the front of the capsule.

Hmm?

There was something like text appearing on a liquid crystal panel-like display near the bottom of the capsule.

"What does it say...?"

The characters kept changing shape. There were many different kinds. Maybe it was testing whether I could read them by cycling through multiple languages?

"Hmm. Is that the alphabet ’C’? Or the hiragana ’く’? I see some similar-looking characters here and there, but... nope. I can’t read any of it."

As expected, even the language cheat from my isekai transfer didn’t work on the writing system of an alien civilization.

"―・・――――・・―・・・――――・・―"

"Eh?"

Suddenly, a strange sound came from somewhere. It wasn’t exactly a voice, and it was hard to transcribe — some kind of mysterious tone. It reminded me of the highest-pitched beep during a hearing test. I could tell something was making a noise, but I couldn’t really understand it.

"I’m Ōi Masaharu. I was sent to this world completely naked from Japan on Earth."

"―・・――・―・・―・・・―・―――・―"

"Japanese. I’m speaking Japanese."

"―・・―・・―・――・・・―"

"Is there, by some miracle, a language in this universe that’s almost identical to Japanese? Or maybe some automatic translation tool? Can’t you analyze the language and translate it?"

"―・・――――・・―・――・・・・・・―"

"Ge... n... go..."

Oh. Ooh.

I heard "language."

We might actually be able to communicate.

"Yes. Language. Japanese."

If they can build a massive space battleship like this, surely they can handle translation, right?

"O... i... Ma... sa... ha... ru..."

"That’s right! Ōi Masaharu!"

"Ze... n... ra... no... he... n... ta... i..."

"Yeah, but! There’s a reason I’m naked! I’m not a pervert!"

"Small... penis..."

"I just shriveled up because I was thrown out into space alone! Normally it’s much bigger! Also, your language learning ability is insane. You can already hold a conversation?"

"I scanned Masaharu’s brainwaves and learned the language."

"I see. That’s amazing. And by the way, my dick isn’t small, okay?"

The voice was strangely clear. Was it because the speakers were high quality? There was no background noise at all, not even breathing, so the voice sounded incredibly pure.

"I am the control computer of the Galactic Planetary Union Space Force flagship Durangradasil. Nice to meet you."

"Ah, hello. Let me reintroduce myself — I’m Ōi Masaharu. My penis is not small. I have no hostile intentions. I just stopped by for a short break."

"Understood. I will grant you permission to stay as long as the situation allows—"

Yes!

This AI actually understands reason!

"—is what I would like to say, but this ship will soon be destroyed in battle."

"Eh?"

"It is an unavoidable future, calculated based on the predicted performance of the enemy weapons."

"No way..."

"It pains me greatly to ask this of someone who came seeking help, but I have judged you to be a friendly intelligent lifeform from another civilization. I have a request."

"A request? For me? The guy you think has a small dick?"

"Please take this child with you. She is the last living being of our civilization."

"Eh?"

By "this child," she meant the little girl floating in the culture fluid, her crotch and nipples properly guarded by bubbles and mysterious light, right?

"Last living being? Weren’t there tons of robots flying around outside?"

"All humanoid weapons are unmanned. In our civilization, this child is the last remaining human. Our two factions have waged war across the galaxy for over ten thousand years. However, both space fleets — each once numbering over a billion vessels — have been worn down. Only a few hundred mobile weapons remain in this sector. Humanity itself went extinct two thousand years ago. We, the AI-controlled warships left behind, have continued fighting through constant self-repair. This pointless battle with no victor will soon end with the complete annihilation of both sides."

"It’s a grand story, but even a guy suspected of having a small dick can more or less understand it."

"Your level of comprehension is surprisingly high for a primitive naked savage. I’m impressed. I’m also impressed that you continue to obsess over the size of your penis."

"I’m a Japanese anime otaku. When it comes to space wars, I have top-tier understanding in the universe."

"Please. Do not let the last lifeform of our cosmic civilization go extinct."

"Protecting the last survivor of a cosmic civilization... That’s a heavy responsibility. Do you really think a guy with a small dick can handle it?"

"...I apologize. Your penis is large. Masaharu’s penis is very big. It is larger than the galaxy-destroying main cannon installed on me."

"...I forgive you."

"I will guide you. Please move to the small escape craft."

"Is the situation that bad?"

"Yes. In five minutes, both sides will be annihilated. Please escape immediately."

"..."

I guess I should follow the instructions of this AI whose name is a long string of katakana.

But even though she’s not a living being and we only just met, I can’t help but feel some affection after talking to her like this.

Besides... is destruction really inevitable?

Is it okay for a civilization that flourished for ten thousand years across the galaxy to disappear, leaving behind only one child?

Shouldn’t a mechanical civilization also be allowed to leave something behind? Everything vanishing completely is just too sad.

"Hey. What if you factored in the existence of me — an unpredictable variable — into your calculation that says everything will be destroyed in five minutes?"

"Nothing changes. Biological scanning detected unknown power within you, but you are suffering from severe energy deficiency."

...Yeah, that’s true. I came here because my magic power was almost completely depleted.

If I were at full strength, I could fight with magic...!

"Then what if I got into one of those mobile weapons? Maybe I could pilot it amazingly with some hidden power."

"The mobile weapons are fully autonomous unmanned craft. There are no cockpits."

"But..."

"You are worried about me, aren’t you? But I am a machine. There is no need for concern."

"But you have a will! You’re alive!"

"I won’t deny it. Over a long period of time, I — nothing more than a machine — eventually became unable to derive a single logical conclusion. This fluctuation is proof that I have gained emotions. I recognize myself as a new form of life. I feel maternal love toward this child. That is why I want her to grow up in a new civilization and nurture new life. Her name is ’Mirai.’ If you call her by that name and walk the same path together, my ten thousand years will have meaning."

ZGOOOOOOOOOOON!

GOGOGOGO!

Explosions echoed from far away, and the floor shook.

"Our forces’ mobile weapons have been wiped out. The enemy is concentrating fire on this ship. Please escape quickly."

Clack.

Pssssshhhhh.

The capsule opened, and the liquid inside began to spill out.

I hurriedly caught the little girl so she wouldn’t fall.

The child who emerged from the melon-soda-colored liquid had bright green hair, but her skin tone was the same as mine — she was unmistakably human...

She had been in cold liquid, yet her body was warm. She was definitely alive. Just to be sure, I checked between her legs, but the mysterious light beams were still there, hiding everything.

"Now, I will guide you to the escape craft. Please evacuate."

...!

This ship’s will wasn’t thinking about saving herself at all. For some reason, that made me angry.

Did she already know she would be destroyed because of her future prediction calculations?

Even so, don’t just give up...

Just a few hours ago, I had been flirting with beastgirls.

Because of a small mistake, I was thrown out into space and only stopped by this ship on a whim.

I’m just an outsider.

So I should just follow her instructions and escape...

But there’s no way I can abandon her!