Web of light. Part 1-7

What is the good of the Rep-Rap project? It's really going to be "made of shit and sticks", all you need are metal guides, stepper motors, order a plastic melting head (you can do it yourself, but I didn't dare), buy a controller and download the software. If you have experience building one such device, it's really nothing complicated. And I've already assembled 3D printers. In just twenty minutes, we unscrewed the disassembled unit, connected it to a laptop and warmed it up. And then they set up a program for printing a sample that would be shown by Taizo at the avia department: a simple, even primitive glider... but by installing a light motor (with itself) and a battery (with itself) and planting the blades on the axle, we get a flying thing for quite a long time. Someone urgently had to master Autocad and an editor for a printer, and our homework, which was not done in a week, is still lying at home. At least almost all the teachers have "entered" our position...

Watching Goro and Rino's expressions, I tried harder to suppress the smile that was trying to creep onto my face. When I said that we would be demonstrating a working model of this ersatz fabricator, I forgot to mention that we would be printing a workable model of a motor glider "right here". Not all of it, of course, but only the nacelle and keels, because without any modification to the wing plates, they warped during "printing", and they turned out well if once out of five... that's why we made them in advance on Friday evening, choosing the best ones and literally finishing them with a file. Naturally, we said here that we would not print the entire model "to save time." A typical marketing ploy... but the "customer" was so impressed that he didn't even seem to notice anything. You know, when they showed me a 3D printer at work there, I was just as impressed!

About the degree of fu... surprise Goro-san's can be judged at least by the fact that he asked to leave the assembled printer at the department — with a refund later, of course, and compensation for the working time of the machine. No, the university has its own semi-industrial fabricator, of course, but he's the ONLY ONE and there's a queue for him for a month! And Taizo and I (already alone!) He invited me to attend the "open" lectures that the university holds for everyone, when he, Goro, leads them. And then he took us to the department of aircraft designers.: He wanted to see our glider in action. Fortunately, the success was complete, although one of the elevators still had to be replaced with a pre-made one. While Taizo was watching the operation of the wind tunnel with huge eyes (under the condescendingly flattered glances of two laboratory students), I heard the head of the department say to Rino-sensei:

"...And tell your esteemed director that an invitation for cooperation negotiations will follow within a month..."

Success, complete success! And he got the right to look "at the light", and Taizo dragged I, now who the hell is going to get me out of here — the playground for work is much better than the school Club, with all due respect to him. So I won't be me if I can't use the knowledge of a thoroughly familiar environment so as not to drag my teammates here too. And I'll have a real chance to figure out my ancestral abilities in terms of improving materials on a completely different level... and at least no one will stupidly count electricity for charging superconducting batteries here... So, I won't say "gop" yet. But! This is a victory! And it's purely mine — without any kekkegenkai and inherited spirits, without the glory of the clan, and even without a selfish goal. It's nice, kso, to get recognition like that, that I didn't work in vain, very much!..

...However, I still have to deal with the Committee. I need to call Hiroe and find out how it went...

Chapter 119.

"You couldn't be excused from visiting the Committee's office, I'm sorry. Everyone in the social control department was already ready to sign — I don't know what my mother gave them through my father, but she was terribly annoyed by our record. And she hadn't figured that out about the spell yet. In general, it was unpleasant — a fan of blue needles flying from the hand of this dyed bitch — and a part sticks into you. Brr, it's good that your defense held up. At the same time, this unfinished magician also managed to set fire to something in the office..."

"Rather," Shizuka added, "something reacted to her magic."

"Are you saying that there was a real magic item in this "magic club"? Actually, you would have noticed it, I think. Although if the amulet has no energy, then no. However, are you sure that Yu is not a magician?"

"Absolutely. No skills, no knowledge, you know."

"Okay, then we closed the topic. "Do you have any idea why the bosses of the Social Committee needed me?"

"Because of the last name," Hiroe snorted, "because in all other cases, you would have already witnessed an attack on your, sorry, OUR mutual friends."

"I support you," Mizuchi grimaced at the words Kaname.

Hiroe, of course, says what he says, no tact... It's just how she shows trust in the other person. The absence of a mask. And the girl's character is not easy... At least Shizuka understands this, I checked it out by specifically talking to her about this topic. And with Rinko too. The team began to "get lost", and immediately other people's flaws came out of all the cracks, which you notice only with close, relatively long communication. And it's good that girls are able to "talk through" these shortcomings, because in most men's groups, a universal "virtual penisomerism" championship would begin... and in women's too, only girls have not yet had time to learn to ignore the feelings of others, even Kaname. So you need to be prepared for lapping and smooth out, if possible, sharp corners as they appear... however, everything is clear here.

How should I behave in the Committee's office? It's clear that the charge against me now is "you live without custody, we have to send you to orphanage" they won't, otherwise they would have done it right away, at the age of nine. They probably won't. Damn, it makes me sick when I think that all my endeavors can be ruined with a light swipe of the pen on the sheet. Over the past two years, I have already managed to forget that I live in a house with bird rights... Maybe they'll try to put pressure on me... but for what? I didn't have time to show up with my "otherworldly" projects. And my social scientific endeavors should be encouraged in a good way. So what is it?

Rather, it's just an attempt by the head of the regional office to get to know me. What for? Apparently, to make sure that I understand my place correctly... under the broom. That's kso! After all, a couple of months after Tsuchi's departure, the conversation would have gone in a slightly different vein. Most importantly, it's all my fault with this rocket... On the other hand, it's an accident. Okay, it's too late now anyway. So, the plan of the conversation is to demonstrate sanity when talking to a psychologist. to demonstrate that I haven't forgotten everything when talking to the head of the regional office. Actually, that's all I can do.

I was scheduled to visit the Committee's office on Tuesday (again, having personally canceled school for me, the teachers will probably frown disapprovingly, they don't like absenteeism here — even on business). And I devoted half of Sunday to delving into the affairs of the Amakawa group, which had to be blamed on the girls. Well, what can I say — there has definitely been progress. All, absolutely all spirits have learned to express their thoughts very briefly and ... obscenely! No, they tried to restrain themselves in front of us, but a couple of new acquaintances were "caressed" in such a way that Rinko turned blue, and Hiroe made a tense face, memorizing. She was still too shy to take a notebook and write it down... or was she just doubting her ability to spell it accurately! As a result, the same Mizuchi turned out to be the spontaneous coordinator: she forced all yokai from both brigades to purchase inexpensive mobile phones for the first payment and record each other's phones. And put a call to her and me on the alarm button. At the same time, she taught me how to find and quickly press these buttons. Hiroe looked at the concluded contracts, there was nothing particularly complicated there, once she forced Kashi to charge a penalty from a not entirely honest customer who delayed the paver by as much as two hours. And the foremen, in the person of Porridge and Hawk-Nosed, were also driven to a men's clothing store and forced to buy a suit, and the rest were forced to buy any casual items such as T-shirts, sweaters, and sneakers in a simpler place. And she explained why in human society you need to change clothes, even if your outfit falls apart because of artifact protection.

Well, the yokai themselves were literally idolized... Rinko! Of the eight "ordinary" spirits, each brigade included, which is logical, four. Three men and one girl. And the girls, of course, got the role of housewives of the household unit: they took their clothes to the washing machines of the dormitory's common laundry room on time and pulled them out, dried, hung, bought and cooked food for everyone... That's where the plug came out. It wasn't that the workers' eateries had any particularly bad food, but it was still more expensive to eat there every day than cooking at home. Rinko, coming home from school with Mizuchi, became convinced that the yokai girls could not cook from the word "at all". And she fed one of the teams with her own cooking — it wasn't difficult for Kuzaki. As Hiroe blabbed to me, the spirits from the second brigade were literally on their knees begging for a master class with their cook. Rinko, who had recently found herself in the position of the second most powerful combat unit, was intensively mastering new possibilities, even with Shizuka she stopped cooking together, and then — this! They flattered my girlfriend, they flattered her... Moreover, the scene was seen by others, ordinary hard workers from the dorm, and now Kusaki were almost greeted with applause in the dormitory — a compassionate girl foolishly shared her generosity with other residents, as a "common boiler" (all the food is for me, then everyone takes the food).

And the spirits themselves suddenly overgrown with social connections, greeted oncoming acquaintances, talked about the topic of payment for work, asshole suppliers of building materials, and even argued about politics. Cami! It's only been a week! Were they really all like this before the Ferry — the oaths were so insane that they couldn't find a common language with people? Or am I underestimating the influence I had on the Goddess of Rivers, and she, in turn, on the wards? Because the ferry didn't fundamentally change anything in yokai's psyche — it just rearranged his priorities (it's still unclear how). However, there is something to ponder...

On Monday, I covered my tails, answered in class, pulling my arm hard — in short, I made up for the upcoming absenteeism in every possible way. It even seemed to work out. And on Tuesday, Hiroe's father picked me up by car from home with all the service. Kaname-san is a typical IT guy, except without a beard and without a sweater — it's hot! — he quickly drove me to a skyscraper office center. Well, hello, the Social Committee.

Chapter 120.

No, it wasn't an office center-the thirty-story building was entirely owned by the committee. Damn, where did the money come from? And actually on the embankment of a hefty freshwater lake, which for some reason was called a "reservoir" in the manga. There is even a port on the lake and a yacht club, and the latter is suspiciously close to the committee's high-rise. How interesting...

The car drove through a gate in a wide elevation around the building — the underground garage, of course, is very big. And then I saw what I had long wanted to see: the implementation of magical protection by magical means. Forgive me for the tautology, I mean, it was exactly a magically active defense... or an alarm system. Although, judging by the intensity of the glow of individual lines, it is still protection. Embedded spells pierced the concrete of the underground complex, creating a uniform grid inside the walls — three-dimensional, quite frequent, mathematically verified. Were they amulets or just spells? Damn, once again I regret that none of "my" people understand this issue at all! What's this? Right in the thickness of the concrete, gliding and touching the cells of the network, a certain energy formation was floating and crawling quite cheerfully. There are also movable elements, autonomous, apparently. Or is it a type of "tester" spell, looking for gaps in the defense?

Kaname-san parked the car in his "own" box, and we only had to go to the elevators, after all, the head of the department. Yeah, there's a signal network running through the air. Logically. It turns out that the foundation is not a signaling device at all, but a reinforcing weave? However, I'm not thinking about that. Here I come to the lines of the network, here my body crosses them, and the lines try to pass through it, as through Hiroe's father... And, of course, they break off: Grandpa's amulet breaks them one by one. And here the guards at the elevators are bored. And why is he bored? Well, let's say the guys aren't magicians, but they must have a combination of magical and conventional security systems, right?

We get into the elevator. Why am I so calm? Because of the "ferry" items of my own manufacture, I risked taking only glasses with me, and the Committee should have information about the lock amulet issued by relatives. At least for those of them who are "in the know", let them see how the amulet works.

The elevator is also not simple — it not only has its charms in the walls, but also crosses the threads stretched across the shaft when moving. It's all very cool, but the purpose is completely unclear. No, well, it's clear that the sensors are working "at the intersection", but what about the rest? And, most importantly, where does the energy come from to power all this beauty?

The elevator stopped at the eighth floor, and Kaname-san invited me to get out.

"Yuto-kun, take a look: the eighth floor is my department, you'll be interested!"

It's really interesting! But actually, I didn't come here to look at the server hardware. But I would take a look at the system of interfacing protection spells, at least with one eye.

"Aren't we going to be late for the interview?" I asked, letting the "naive" intonation into my voice. Ugh, damn, communication with Hiroe has already begun to influence me — I've already noticed that Rinko is unconsciously trying to control her voice, and even Mizuchi. I can imagine how a woman with a haircut communicates with her mother if, even after completely "letting go" of the mask, she continues to play intonations on a subconscious level.