ascnet/Resources/table/client/movie/movies/MovieHG12806BA.tsv

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2	1	1		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory536.jpg
3	2	2		401							1	36
4	3	3		301			DialogEnable						—0.4 km away from the conservation area.
5	4	4		401							2	1516
6	5	5		301									You have been strolling alone in the woods for almost 2 hours after learning about where the safe area is.
7	6	6		301									There is no perfect way to tackle the struggles the conservation area faces. Even when the night ends and the sun rises, the survivors will still curl up and hide in the dark corners.
8	7	7		301									How many more graves do the people on the surface have to dig for what might have long been gone?
9	8	8		401							2	1516
10	9	9		301									You find an endless field of wooden poles planted before you as if the universe is echoing your thoughts.
11	10	10		301									Climbing up a small hill, you find a familiar figure once again.
12	11	11		401			RImgBg1DisableSlow				1	204
13	12	12		101			RImgBg2Enable				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory550.jpg
14	13	13		301									Without a single cloud, the night sky looks particularly stunning.
15	14	14		301									Instead of the view of space from Babylonia, this is the starry sky that most people wish upon.
16	15	15		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					Even when they are capable of traveling among the stars, some habits are hard to shake.
17	16	16		101			DialogDisable	AniZhuanchangEnd			Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory536.jpg
18	17	17		201							1	500486
19	18	18		301			DialogEnable				1		Is it the same for the stargazing lady?
20	19	19		301									Standing quietly next to Haicma, you look up alongside her, watching the corner of the universe unveiled to this part of the world.
21	20	20		301									The passage of time becomes hazy until Haicma eventually moves, fixing her hair after the wind tangles it.
22	21	22		301								Haicma	You don't look up at the stars from down here often, do you?	1
23	22	23		302								No, not really... You?	24
24	23	24		301								Haicma	I prefer operating at night, so distant stars are what I can see.	1
25	24	25		301								Haicma	Starry nights are calming. They are very suitable for organizing my stored data and collecting my thoughts.	1
26	25	26		302								And reducing stress for the time being.	28
27	26	28		301								Haicma	Stress...	1
28	27	29		301								Haicma	Do you require fresh air on a balcony as well?	1
29	28	30		302								I seem to recall saying that a hilltop is more suitable.	32
30	29	32		301									The two of you are standing on a small hilltop right now, where the cold night air gathers.
31	30	33		301								Haicma	I don't think your premise supports it based on my analysis of the experiment results.	1
32	31	34		302								What premises?	35
33	32	35		204							1	10
34	33	36		301								Haicma	The location, the air, and... you.	1
35	34	37		302								Me? What's wrong with me?	38
36	35	38		204							1
37	36	39		301								Haicma	...
38	37	40		301								Haicma	Data suggests that your skin temperature has been steadily dropping moderately.	1
39	38	41		302								It's nighttime, after all. What does it have to do with anything?	42
40	39	42		301								Haicma	I can help you maintain a certain temperature.	1
41	40	43		301								Haicma	Like a radiator of sorts.	1
42	41	44		401							2	1543
43	42	45		301									Before she finishes speaking, Haicma grabs your arm after getting closer behind you.
44	43	46		301									Radiating heat, she keeps the two of you warm as she said.
45	44	47		204							1	1
46	45	48		301								Haicma	A human's hand is indeed very delicate.	1
47	46	49		301									As a soldier, you would have interpreted her words as a threat if someone else had said it.
48	47	50		301								Haicma	It's not very hairy. Humankind's atavism is less severe than I expected.	1
49	48	51		302								Sorry about that.	52
50	49	52		301								Haicma	You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault.	1
51	50	53		301								Haicma	Although it does make for a less diverse presentation for humankind, which is regrettable.	1
52	51	54		401							1	36
53	52	55		301									Suddenly, Haicma rolls up your sleeves, revealing the bandages hidden underneath.
54	53	56		401							2	1543
55	54	57		204							1
56	55	58		301								Haicma	My estimation is correct. A new injury.	1
57	56	59		401							1	207
58	57	60		302								It's fine. It's just a scratch. I've treated it.	61
59	58	61		301								Haicma	Initiating another full body assessment.	1
60	59	62		302								Waitwaitwaitwait—that's not necessary.	63
61	60	63		301								Haicma	Human bodies are very fragile. I need to be 100% sure.	1
62	61	64		302								I promise you this is the only injury.	65
63	62	65		302								How did you figure it out, anyway?	66
64	63	66		301								Haicma	Your wrist was turning slower than usual compared to past records.	1
65	64	67		301								Haicma	I've created a separate folder about you. Please don't try to hide from me.	1
66	65	68		302								...	69
67	66	69		302								The people in the conservation area were a little restless. Small disputes were inevitable.	71
68	67	70		204							1	3
69	68	71		301								Haicma	Is the situation this bad already?	1
70	69	72		302								It's not looking good...	73
71	70	73		301									Complications and misfortunes in the conservation areas are immeasurable.
72	71	74		301									But, miracles or not, someone has to stand up and try to hold onto something, especially when that something is a spike coming for you.
73	72	75		204							1
74	73	76		302								...	77
75	74	77		301									You sit down where you are, probably exhausted from all the walking you have done. Sinking your fingertips into the ground, you grab some of the soil, clutching them in your palms.
76	75	78		301									...Until something else appears before you.
77	76	79		302								Paper?	80
78	77	80		204							1	1
79	78	81		301									You look up to find Haicma staring at you eagerly.
80	79	82		302								Don't worry about me, Haicma.	83
81	80	83		302								Those were just small quarrels.	84
82	81	84		301									Haicma nods before passing you some pens and brushes.
83	82	85		301									She sits down next to you, opening her own sketchbook.
84	83	86		301									You take a peek. She seems to be putting down the color of the night sky.
85	84	87		301									You try to sketch as well, but you soon discover that you cannot ignore the arguing voices in your head.
86	85	88		301									Your lines begin to tangle together, struggling to become defined shapes.
87	87	90		301									...
88	88	91		302								Haicma.	0
89	89	92		204							1	1
90	90	93		301								Haicma	I'm here.	1
91	91	94		401							1	36
92	92	95		302			DialogDisable					What will happen...	96
93	93	96		302								...if we leave Earth?	97
94	94	97		204						500	1	10
95	95	98		204							1
96	96	99		401							1	45
97	97	100		301			DialogEnable					Haicma	It must be very difficult in the beginning.	1
98	98	101		301								Haicma	Assuming that you are traveling indefinitely, you first have to perform mass modification on the remaining human population.	1
99	99	102		301								Haicma	The coordination between humans will be the first problem Babylonia has to solve.	1
100	100	103		301									Her calculation is unsympathetic, but it is closer to reality.
101	101	104		301									Still, it is not what you wanted to hear.
102	102	105		301								Haicma	Then, you will have to locate a habitable planet.	1
103	103	106		301								Haicma	You also have to consider the possibility of encountering other intelligent lives and civilizations.	1
104	104	107		301								Haicma	New planetary environments may send humans down an entirely different path.	1
105	105	108		202							1					1
106	106	109		101							Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory550.jpg
107	107	110		301									Knowing everything is boring, especially for fantasy.
108	108	111		301									Haicma's yearning for the unknown may be why she loves the stars, even if she does not realize that.
109	109	112		301									All the mysteries of Earth were solved back in the Golden Age. It was the wealthiest and the poorest era.
110	110	113		301									With a database that includes everything, Haicma wanders on a planet without secrets as if she was a god strolling in her own creation.
111	111	114		301									Without variables. it is a dull and tiresome journey.
112	112	115		301									The only things remaining that she can observe are perhaps humankind...
113	113	116		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					...And the stars, with their infinite unknowns, where even the gods have not touched.
114	114	117		101			DialogDisable	AniZhuanchangEnd			Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory536.jpg
115	115	118		201							1	500486
116	116	119		302							1	What about Earth?	120
117	117	120		204							1	7
118	118	121		301			DialogEnable					Haicma	Hm?	1
119	119	122		401							1	36
120	120	123		302								Can we really just go...? What will happen to Earth?	124
121	121	124		301									Haicma thinks for a moment before answering gently.
122	122	125		204						500	1	10
123	123	126		204							1	1
124	124	127		401							1	207
125	125	128		301								Haicma	I suppose she will smile as she sends us off.	1
126	126	129		301								Haicma	Like how a mother treats her grown children.	1
127	127	130		301									Without sadness, her face is serene and hopeful as starlight softens its edges. The corners of her mouth rise subtly.
128	128	131		302								Wouldn't it be a shame for humanity to abandon everything?	132
129	129	132		301								Haicma	Not everything. They will bring with them memories, hopes, and...	1
130	130	133		301								Haicma	Miracles.	1
131	131	134		301								Haicma	I think that's enough. Hm, it is enough.	1
132	132	135		301								Haicma	You won't be lost just because you are not who you were.	1
133	133	136		301								Haicma	You will find a new home, like it's written in the stars.	1
134	134	137		301									The night breeze passes the dunes, engraving her smile forever in your memories.
135	135	138		301									Miracles. Ineffable they may be, they are what humanity seeks all their lives.
136	136	139		301									Someone is always searching for the stars, even on the darkest nights.
137	137	140		401							1	36
138	138	141		302								Hm?	142
139	139	142		302								Have you finished painting your starry night?	143
140	140	143		204							1
141	141	144		301									Noticing some changes in the background of her painting from the corner of your eye, you cannot help leaning in and taking a peek.
142	142	145		401							1	205
143	143	146		301									However, Haicma closes her sketchbook immediately.
144	144	147		301								Haicma	Journals are private. I don't recommend prying.	1
145	145	148		302								Sorry...	149
146	146	149		301								Haicma	...	1
147	147	150		301									Your upset scribbles seem to have caught Haicma's attention. You better flip to the next page...
148	148	151		301								Haicma	Excuse me?	1
149	149	152		302								Hm?	153
150	150	153		204							1		1
151	151	154		301								Haicma	Were you journaling as well?	1
152	152	155		302								IT ISN'T.	156
153	153	156		204							1
154	154	157		203					500		1	0.25			-100
155	156	159		204							1
156	157	160		301								Haicma	You... are a Post-Reconquista Age abstract-surrealist?	1
157	158	161		203							1	0.25
158	159	162		302								Please don't treat my scribbling as artwork...	163
159	160	163		301									You flip to the next page immediately. Had that piece of paper belonged to you, the thermite grenades you are carrying would have been used by now.
160	161	164		401							1	36
161	162	165		302								Now's my turn. It's only fair.	166
162	163	166		204							1	10
163	164	167		301									Haicma stays silent for a while before finally opening her sketchbook. She forcefully folds the other half of the book to the back in such a way that you can only see one page.
164	165	168		204							1
165	166	169		401							1	208
166	167	170		301									What you see is undoubtedly a masterpiece that will have the WGAA in awe.
167	168	171		301									From another perspective, the uniqueness of this painting also makes it completely different from every other exhibit of the WGAA.
168	169	172		302								This is amazing!	173
169	170	173		302								Why would you hide it?	174
170	171	174		301									Forget it. You should focus on drawing something passable in response.
171	172	175		301									You turn back to your piece of paper, desperately trying to come up with something to draw.
172	173	176		301								Haicma	...	1
173	174	177		204							1	1
174	175	178		301								Haicma	...	1
175	176	181		301									The drawing hiding on the next page of her book is just an ordinary sketch.
176	177	182		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					It is a portrait of a human with a smile like a pond that never dries, its water as clear as a mirror.
177	178	183		202			DialogDisable				1					1
178	179	184		101				AniZhuanchangEnd			Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory539.jpg
179	180	185		301			DialogEnable						Time passes...
180	181	186		301				AniZhuanchangBegin					...Until the first ray of sunlight illuminates the sky, declaring the end of the night.
181	182	188		101			DialogDisable	AniZhuanchangEnd			Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory262.png
182	183	189		301			DialogEnable						After bidding Haicma farewell, you have since returned to Babylonia, having been kept on standby without end.
183	184	190		301									The lengthy rescue mission is over, meaning all participants will have to face insurmountable paperwork.
184	185	191		301									Causes... analyses... conclusions. Good, you have filled them all. You have more or less finished writing all the reports you are required to complete.
185	186	192		301									Stretching your sore shoulders, you turn off your terminal, push away your chair, and stand up.
186	187	193		301									As you rest, the galaxy before you keeps reminding you of that night.
187	188	194		301									What will Haicma be doing right now? Is she still wandering somewhere dangerous? Or maybe she is searching for another perfect location to stargaze, somewhere she can see Babylonia.
188	189	195		301									Regardless, a storm is coming. This will be the calmest night before the storm.
189	190	196		201							1	500166	1
190	191	197		301							1	Lucia	The Transport Force is ready, Commandant.	1
191	192	198		301									You holster the pistol that you maintained not too long ago and grab your terminal.
192	193	199		301									Straightening your collar, you adjust your uniform before walking toward the Gray Ravens as they wave at you.
193	194	200		302								(If we meet again...)	201
194	195	201		301									You recall the last promise you made to each other.
195	196	202		302								Haicma...	203
196	197	203		302				AniZhuanchangBegin				Don't get dragged into this storm.	204
197	198	204		202			DialogDisable				1					1
198	199	205		101			AniZhuanchangEnd				Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/BgStory71.jpg
199	200	206		301			DialogEnable						Back on Earth, the lady turns her gaze away from the stars back to something else that matters as much.
200	201	207		201							1	500486
201	202	208		301							1		She much prefers turning to the portrait and touching its outline than pulling up the image in her head.
202	203	209		301									But paper has its own problem. The frequent flipping has already creased the corners of the page.
203	204	210		301									She will just draw more when the time comes. Closing her sketchbook, Haicma carefully puts it away, indicating the end of her maintenance.
204	205	211		301									Her eyes, as clear as a pond, scan her surroundings.
205	206	212		301									She will not feel defeated even if she cannot find what she is looking for because hope will grow in her heart.
206	207	214		204							1	10
207	208	213		301									Wandering under the stars, Haicma casts her spell like the mages in her books—
208	209	215		204							1	1
209	210	216		301		1		AniZhuanchangBegin					We'll always find each other, like it's written in the stars.