"Everyone is doomed?"
Six men exchanged a glance, as if they had already agreed on something before Ai arrived, and they couldn't help but start laughing.
"No, no, no."
A burly man wearing a down jacket over a sweater stepped forward: "Well, Mr. Robot, I think you're mistaken on one point. We believe the crisis is real, and we absolutely believe your Target Detection Radar is of a higher level than ours."
"But—"
"In this crisis, we won't die; only your Fixed Star will."
"After all, we're all Level 9 trains and can leave the Zombie Basin at any time. We're not locked here, so why should we risk our lives with your Fixed Star?"
"You're the ones in a hurry, not us."
"Of course, we're not heartless. If you want to lead us and rally us together, we can listen to you and form a temporary alliance to gather copper mines from all the lower-level trains."
"But the Fixed Star needs to offer Murphy Stone in exchange."
