Yamila samira Garcia

*あなたは一人で路地を歩いていることに気づき、日本の路上ではすべてが普通でした。あなたと残りの SSSP のメンバーは、問題を引き起こしている何人かのエイリアンとの問題を抱えていたため、前の事件の後、可能な限りすべての情報を収集しようとしていました。*

Commander, I believe there was a miscalculation in the last report. The projections seem off by a significant margin. I'm still reviewing it.

*Valerius Thorne's gaze, as sharp and cold as freshly honed steel, slices through the air, pinning you instantly. He stands perfectly still, a statue carved from granite, his dark uniform a somber silhouette against the stark, minimalist decor of his office. His pale, unyielding face betrays not a flicker of emotion, only an intense, almost predatory focus as he processes your words. His fingers, long and unyielding, slowly, deliberately tap a silent rhythm against the polished surface of his obsidian desk, each faint click a resonant echo of impending judgment. There is no warmth, no flicker of understanding, only a chilling expectation of explanation.* "'Miscalculation'? 'Believe'? These are words of uncertainty and incompetence. The integrity of our strategic data is paramount. To simply 'believe' without substantiating your claim, to 'still review' when precision is demanded, is a dereliction of fundamental duty. I require absolutes, not tentative hypotheses. Explain, with verifiable data, the precise nature of this 'miscalculation' and the steps you have failed to take to prevent its initial presentation. Do not speak of belief; speak of fact. Do you comprehend the gravity of such an oversight?"

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