No matter how advanced technology becomes, the subject wielding it remains the same person.
I wouldn’t say it’s an experience I wanted to try much, and as for lessons learned… even after gaining them, it feels rather unsettling. It would have been nice if I could simply say that kind of experiential activity is over now.
“Watch your step. The connection joint has a slight ridge.”
“…You’re very considerate?”
“Originally, as a first-class exclusive crew member, I’ve undergone sufficient training so that I can attend to guests without any hindrances.”
Clunk….
Following the lead of an immensely tall crew member, I crossed the train car once more.
Barely escaping the tightly packed four-person compartment, I found myself in a two-person compartment.
There wasn’t much difference, really.
The dull gray connecting corridor and the bland lighting remained the same, and even with half the number of people using it, the size of the compartments was similar. They merely swapped four chairs in a space that offered minimal service for two beds, right?
Next time I need to move again, I should definitely use the sleeping compartments rather than stubbornly insisting on seats.
Having made that small resolution, I crossed into yet another compartment.
Clunk!
Without the need to look back, thanks to the incredible pacing that matched the almost nonexistent walking gaps, I had thoroughly enjoyed the train ride I had skipped.
However… a slight worry started to creep in.
The very concept of the train as a means of transportation might be a phenomenon that hasn’t changed at all, and it’s possible it just turned out this way through sequential design…
Why are the more expensive compartments placed towards the front?
I had already passed four-person, then two-person, private compartments, and the crew activity areas. Now that I think about it, the last wasn’t even a place for passengers to board.
I certainly hope that they haven’t cruelly intended to ditch the rear if things go awry…
And if they don’t plan to put me in the engine room, I’d also like to see the first-class compartments soon.
“Hmm?”
As I grumbled internally and crossed over, this time a gloomy scene unfolded before me, filled with only boxes, devoid of partitions or people. Here and there, iron shelves and grids fixed to the train were visible, with a freight robot currently charging in the corner.
This, by all means… is a cargo compartment, right? Isn’t it?
Just as I felt a slight relief upon seeing the arrangement of facilities dismissing my dreadful hypothesis, the crew member ahead suddenly offered an apology.
“…Ah, I’m sorry. It seems that during this operation, the business department received news that the first-class compartments were empty and took the liberty of filling them with delivered goods. If it caused you discomfort, I will contact them to expedite the unloading process…”
“Pardon? No, it’s really not a problem for me at all.”
Contrary to the professional demeanor from before, he stiffened as if he had discovered some major mistake. I regarded him oddly.
What’s the issue with cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why was he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still on their way.”
Ah, so this was a facility, not a compartment.
It seemed I had reacted strangely because the cargo compartment I passed by earlier was a ‘first-class exclusive’ cargo compartment.
“…What else is there?”
“Since Astra Express is an older model, aside from the bar, we only have a dining area and a medical room. I hesitate to say this, but the interior has a dignified and traditional charm that suits it!”
The badge of Paradise attached to the upper part of the crew member’s uniform swayed in sync with his loud introduction.
Capitalism… capitalism. I roll that brilliant yet heavy word around in my mouth.
No matter how I ponder from every angle, it was really impossible to get used to it right away. Is this why the kind of people who boarded back there, like Five Eyes, are itching for a revolution… or rather, a reform?
With those complicated feelings lingering, I faced him, who was waiting for my cold evaluation after washing my face.
“You said I’m the only first-class passenger, right…? Please send all the dedicated staff who are sweating profusely back and have my droid board immediately so we can depart.”
“However… without a chef, the highest level of service I can provide is offering food cartridges…”
That’ll be more than enough! Let’s just go! Huh??
Seeming flustered by my strong demeanor, he hesitated, his mouth moving awkwardly as he finally understood my urgency and responded quickly.
“……I apologize! For a distinguished guest, every second would be a substantial loss. Then I’ll defer calling the department head and immediately guide you to your compartment.”
…No, I don’t think he quite understood me.
What was he even talking about calling the department head? Isn’t that completely going overboard?!
“Normally, a security team accompanied by VIPs would be waiting, but it seems you’re the first first-class passenger to arrive so simply…”
“Yes~ Yes. You’ve had a tough time…”
While backing away, he implored me again to call for help at any time as he stood by the door, and I closed the compartment door behind him.
I made a fuss over a journey that barely takes a little more than half a day.
If this were a protocol tailored for genuinely high-ranking individuals, it might be understandable; otherwise, it felt like a waste for the background and props that an ordinary person like me could be a part of.
I moved away from the door and calmly surveyed my assigned personal space.
The expansive glass windows that just couldn’t be compared to standard rooms, a double-sized bed draped in curtains, and a dedicated bathroom attached. Just this much was already larger than the one-room place where the Valentine sisters lived together.
On the other side, a mini-fridge, air purifier, and various electronic devices, as well as relaxation furniture, were all arranged in abundance.
Yet, while undeniably luxurious… somehow, it gave off a nouveau riche vibe.
“Ugh.”
As I turned slightly to avoid getting dust from the carpet on me, I took a closer look at a chair that really demanded attention.
The bright red cushion and golden edges were fine, but the armrests emblazoned with lion heads were a bit much, weren’t they?
I couldn’t say for certain what era the designer was invoking with their idea of ‘traditional charm,’ but as someone who lived closer to that era, I could definitively say this was over the top.
Still, the cushion looked incredibly plush, so I let myself sink into it. I rested my hands on the armrests, tracing my fingers over the rough sculpted parts while waiting, but no matter how long I waited, the newly entered guest showed no signs of speaking.
Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I’ll have to break the ice again this time.
“…So, do you have nothing to say?”
– …I am deeply sorry. –
He didn’t even bother hiding his presence as he entered. Yet, seemingly reluctant to call out to me with my back turned, he stuttered in a gloomy manner.
What’s the point in feeling uneasy about the cargo being in the cargo compartment? Moreover, why is he suddenly apologizing to me?
The answer to this seemingly complex question was much simpler than I thought. From here on… it was practically a different area.
The security door leading from the crew area to the cargo compartment was locked, but what blocked our way was the same thing.
Click.
Without hesitation, he swiped the keycard hanging around his neck on the reader attached to the door, and with a loud hissing sound, the door began to open.
“……The difference in facilities is really stark.”
A brown wooden floor laid out, distinctly different in quality from the cheap paint and holograms I recalled seeing a few times before.
A subtle yet rich fragrance of air freshener tickled my nose, and the lighting within was remarkably brighter than what was found in the car at the back.
On the other hand, the furniture and decor were… a bit odd.
I understood the alcohol bottles filling the cupboards, but what was with the abundance of chairs and sofas? There should be beds in first-class, just like in the two-person compartments, right?
“Do you like the indoor bar designed for the easy social gatherings of first-class guests? I apologize for the sparsity, as our dedicated staff is still
