Dice is continuing his story about the background of Gala. Starting from his school, his activities while at school, to his only a handful of friends. Then when he last set foot in a place called school. Everything Dice said smoothly because the system in his head processed the information quickly.
Until Dice talks about his work, Gala realizes that this holographic girl knows and talks a lot.
"Stop," said Gala so coldly. "Don't go on."
Dice immediately stopped all the information he was about to read.
"Everything is true," she whispered. "You are indeed a sophisticated tool."
"I was created for more than just seeking and gathering information."
For some reason, maybe because of his sentimental feelings, plus his memory of his mother coming back to him, he launched a question that he either had to regret now or not. "Where's my mother if you're such a sophisticated tool?"
In one click, the image of the woman that Gala took a long time to notice is her mother. But when he saw the look in her eyes and how she looked, Gala finally realized it was her mother.
"Mother," he whispered. The figure was sitting in the corner of the room. His face was so thin. That's why Gala had to confirm her sight to ensure it was her mother repeatedly. But there is something strange about his mother.
"Mother?" called him again. "Mother!"
"Mrs. Bellamie won't be able to hear you, sir."
His chest rumbled loudly. His breath became shallow because the emotions he had were running high. His head kept thinking about his mother. What he missed was also angry at the same time.
"Where's my mother?" asked Gala impatiently. He wiped the tip of Gala's nose, which was wet.
"North Metro."
Gala was flabbergasted. Her body stiffened a little from the hologram girl's words just now. "How could that be?" he shook his head quickly. "What is he doing now?"
"That information is inaccessible, sir. There is a system that blocks the destination of that person in Metro North."
Gala nodded slowly. Everything still makes no sense to him. How come his mother is in Metro-North? What for? And earlier, his face was like someone who was crushed by a lot of weight. What happened? Does it have something to do with the reason his mother left?
"Then… Xavier? The person you said was my father?" Gala is quite curious about this. "Where is he?"
"Mr Xavier closed all access to information regarding his whereabouts after giving me a last message. Meet his son, the Haidar Galaxy. Then carry on with the rest of the work."
"Hah?"
"Master Xavier has an important task, sir. He can't continue for whatever reason but most importantly, we, me and the dice you touched last night, have legally transferred ownership."
"I do not understand what you mean."
Dice nodded slowly, understanding Gala's confusion.
"These dice are made with the most advanced technology and locked in ownership by Mr Xavier Horratio."
Suddenly, Gala glanced at the black box-shaped object. There was nothing strange, just like an ordinary display, but he didn't expect that there was such a thing in the world.
"Only Mr. Xavier can transfer our ownership and it must also be to his rightful descendant which is you, sir."
"What for?" interrupted the quick Gala.
"Destroying Metro. All in all. Create a new order in which all systems that have been running, are subject to only one command. Dice owner. You."
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"Could you not carelessly appear? Others can see you!" Gala was driven entirely mad by the behavior of this holographic girl. He often went out to help with Gala's work and made some people look at him suspiciously. Today Gala has not made a single mistake. All the work is done and also neatly arranged.
Mr. Kim was frowning at the fat accumulation on her brow because it was odd that Gala wasn't making any noise in the kitchen. But he was pretty happy about it. Maybe it's time for Gala to be less careless than usual.
"No one can see unless you introduce me to the person you want."
"Is that true?" Gala couldn't believe it at all. "But… but you are like a hologram."
Dice nodded slowly.
"Very weird. How can you help me? While you're like a shadow? Transparent?"
"How many times do I explain? If I was made with the most advanced technology?"
Gala slapped her forehead lightly. He steps down the hall where he finds this strange shiny object because his destination after work is Mr. Jian. He didn't want to disappoint people who had been kind in the last few months.
"Is your name really that weird?"
"Yes sir?"
"Your name. Dice. How strange," Gala grumbled. His steps were slow as he pushed his bicycle. He was just like someone who was having a fun conversation with his lover. The man makes the bicycle while the woman walks by his side. But this time? The girl walking beside him was a hologram. So silly.
"Internal Central Energy Database . That's my name, sir."
Gala chuckled softly. "Still weird."
Dice chose silence.
"Come back. I have to work."
"I won't interfere, sir."
Gala didn't want to risk almost being caught talking to herself because earlier, when she washed the cooking utensils to finish the day, Luke had noticed her. Asked in a mocking tone who Gala was talking to. he said, "The Gala has gone crazy."
Gala's control, as well as her indifference towards Luke, is at its highest. Everything Luke said was like a reflection in his ears. He never digested it.
"Come in, Dice," he ordered. At first, he thought it was odd to call this holographic girl Dice. But what to say? The name is indeed like that, and it is an abbreviation.
It didn't take long for Dice to disappear from his sight. The dice also lost their glow. Only the dots on each side are more striking in color. At first, the dice were as big as Gala's fist, but they turned out to be flexible in shape. This time, Gala asked Dice to make it like a pendulum. So that he can wear it around his neck as a necklace and he can hide it under the collar of his shirt.
The night again accompanied Gala to Mr. Jian. The stench from the garbage in the hallway Gala passed pierced the nose even more. Gala doesn't care. He wanted him to finish his work and go to sleep.
Today is tiring.
Moreover, he remembers the figure of his mother and father.