We put the matter regarding the suspicious folks on the backburner for now and took the elevator to the commercial block. And so, the four of us started walking around. But…
“It feels really really cramped in this colony huh.”
“The ceiling is too low.”
Mimi sighed as she looked up. Yeah, it is low huh. Termaine Prime and Sierra Prime didn’t have ceilings this low. In fact, they were quite high up. Compared to them, the ceiling of this colony was clearly way too low. So I guess the feeling of being pressed down is because of that low ceiling huh.
“There are a lot of dwarves living here after all. And they aren’t exactly tall. I’m sure they find this height to be just right for them.”
“Dwarves?”
When you say dwarves, the image that comes to mind are those midget but macho bearded uncles, right? So this dimension doesn’t only have elves. It also has dwarves!
“Yeah. Actually, Space Dwerg has a lot of dwarven employees. Dwerg is another name for dwarf after all.”
“……Oooh!”
No wonder I found it familiar somehow. Dwerg really is another term for dwarf. Yeah, I remember now. I heard it from a co-worker. If I remember correctly, it’s a term from Norse mythology. Yeah, that’s it. Speaking of which, Skizbrazunil was also a familiar term. I believe it’s from Norse myths as well. I don’t really remember which god had it though. It’s one of their divine vessels or something.
“It looks like you’ve realized something huh.”
“Yeah. I actually remember the terms from old Norse myths. That’s kinda neat.”
Come to think of it, some of those folks from earlier were diminutive old men and uncles huh. I see. So that’s why the colony’s ceiling is built this low. It’s in order to accommodate them. They built it so a person of my height would just be able to barely walk around without bumping into something. That’s where the sense of being pressed down comes from.
“Norse mythology huh… Come to think of it, you also seemed to be familiar with elves when we first met.”
“Hm? Oh. Yeah.”
Elves and dwarves are staples in fantasy stuff after all. Of course I was familiar with them.
“That’s quite interesting, isn’t it? Hiro-sama is supposedly from some other far away place, but he’s also familiar with elves and dwarves, and his home even has myths about them. If I remember right, we humans started interacting with the elves and dwarves right after we expanded into space, right?”
“Yep. That’s right. They haven’t established interstellar navigation where you’re from yet right, Hiro? Even so, they have myths pertaining to elves and dwarves. How mysterious.”
“I find the fact that this dimension resembles the game I was playing even more mysterious though.”
“Hm… That’s right too. But this actually lends weight to the theory that you’re actually a resident of this world, but just got your memories jumbled for some reason.”
“So you’re saying my claim of coming from a different world is just a result of my memories getting screwed over? That’s actually kinda depressing… But that still can’t explain the memories I have about my former world though. And there’s the thing about my genetic structure as well.”
I tapped my head with my finger and Elma’s brows furrowed in thought.
“Yeah, that’s right huh…… Hm, it’s really quite the mystery.”
“A deep mystery…”
I don’t have a universal language translation implant inside my brain, which is actually standard for those living in this dimension. Other than people at the very bottom of society, most citizens have them.
And even if I didn’t have the implant, I can still understand different alien languages just fine. The beautiful doctor who examined me also found it perplexing. Also, my genetic information has many unknown factors crammed within it, and is very valuable here.
Mimi, Elma, and I don’t really understand what’s valuable about my genetic code since we were all laymen when it comes to that stuff. We didn’t get even 5% of what the doc talked about. Was the research on my genetics progressing well though? I’ll get in contact with Doc Shouko at the Alein system later to ask about it when I have the chance.
“We’ve arrived.”
As we mulled over the mystery of the dwarves, elves, and my origins, we finally reached our destination. It was a building with a huge showroom and a signboard depicting a bearded old man in a space suit straddling a retro-futuristic-looking space rocket. He had a mechanical hammer filled with SF flavor over his shoulder. The hammer looked quite cool.
“Isn’t this signboard a bit too tacky?”
“It’s a classic signboard after all. I heard they’ve used this same logo for hundreds of years already.”
“Mm, it doesn’t fit my taste either.”
Elma shrugged her shoulders and Mimi gave the signboard a thumbs down review. But yeah. I’m sure it really doesn’t fit Mimi’s tastes. Mimi looked like a prim and proper young girl but her taste in fashion was of the punk kind.
But as they say, different strokes for different folks. Oh right. This colony is actually owned by Space Dwerg and most of the people staying here work for the company.
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