That was a memory Xiang Shan no longer remembered.
In 2048, within a mountain in the North Asian Russian Federation.
A woman pressed down on her hat and shouted, "Klein! I thought you were a respectable person... "
"What——" David Klein, who had recently grown a beard, responded in this manner.
Because the wind was really strong.
"I said! I! Thought! You were! A respectable person! Not like Mountain's! Silly antics!"
"Hey, that's! A bit! Slanderous!" the man also yelled: "This is! A proper! Scientific research activity!"
"You took! The group's! Funding! Bought! This! Research institute! And the first thing you do is launch! A paper airplane contest!"
"Ah, I say you two are idiots..." Xiang Shan said, "Why not wear noise-cancelling helmets and communicate using electromagnetic signals..."
The three of them were presently inside a huge wind tunnel.
