"Four months."
Bismarck raised the corresponding fingers.
"I know what you're worried about. Sora completely disappeared, and the day the surgery was completed, the server storing its core algorithms was destroyed. The Vacuum Tube did it—nothing remained, just like the other equipment, cleaned thoroughly, leaving only an unconscious you lying in the hospital bed waiting to awaken."
John didn't look at Bismarck but stared outside the window.
The entire room was hemispherical,
divided by the ceiling's central axis. The side facing the sunrise was transparent glass, showing the scratches left by the wasteland's wind and sand.
Only white buildings, walls, and the gray sky just past noon.
High-rise buildings, glass curtain walls were invisible.
Gunshots, sirens, ad noise were inaudible.
"Then why are you here?"
John turned around and asked.
Bismarck was silent for a moment, then laughed self-effacingly.
