“Listen,” the voice continued. “I told you there are two ways to wind the coil. Two ways. I even remade the program with that in mind.”
Narumi peeked around the machinery and saw Yukawa standing across a desk from a DESMEC employee. The desk held a laptop computer, stacks of files, and what looked like blueprints spread out between them.
“I know that, which is why I tried to contact you, but I couldn’t get through to your cell phone,” the employee was explaining.
“It broke. Cell phones break. It happens. Why didn’t you call the inn?”
“I did call the inn. But they told me you weren’t staying there. Something about you canceling at the last minute?”
“Yes. I’m staying in a different inn, as I informed DESMEC that day.”
“Well, nobody told me. Why’d you change your reservation anyway?”
“I fail to see what business it is of yours.”
“Er, right, yeah,” the man said, grinning sheepishly.
Narumi felt a hand on her shoulder and looked around. It was Sawamura.
“Let’s go.”
She nodded and followed him out. Kuwano showed them the remaining research rooms, then brought them to the upper deck, where he began explaining the various observational equipment on board. A lot of the technical jargon was over Narumi’s head, but Sawamura looked like he was following, and kept asking questions.
“With the free-fall grab, after it sinks down to the seafloor and gets a sample, the weight detaches so it can rise back up, correct? What happens to the weight? Is it just abandoned?”
“Yes, but the weight itself isn’t anything that can cause any harm down there.”
“How can you say that for certain?” Sawamura asked. “I mean, you are introducing something to the environment that wasn’t there before. Especially now, when in so many areas there is widespread pressure to stop dumping into the ocean, I wonder about a plan that involves intentionally abandoning foreign objects on the seafloor.”
Kuwano frowned. “The relative safety of this method has been globally recognized—”
“But this is our ocean. Who cares what they might think in France or the United States? This is a decision we need to make here, in Japan.”
Kuwano grimaced and fell silent. Narumi felt a touch of sympathy for the man.
Though she might not have caught all of the technical details, it was clear that the DESMEC researchers had been using all of the technology at their disposal to assess and approach this development of a previously untouched and largely unknown part of the world. At times during the explanation, she had even been genuinely impressed by the technology. Maybe Yukawa was right about having to be able to see things from both sides.
Kuwano moved on, explaining a few of the other monitoring devices before he checked his watch. “That about wraps up everything we have to show you. I want to take you to the conference room and show you some footage we have of one of our test surveys, but it will take a little while for us to get ready. Feel free to walk around in the meantime. Just, please let one of us know if you plan on leaving the deck.” He bowed curtly and left them.
Though they had been given free rein of the deck, there wasn’t much to do up there. Sawamura sat and began furiously jotting down notes, but most of the others just started milling, unsure what to do. The couple went over by the railing to look down at the water. They were laughing about something. Narumi shrugged and began walking around the deck, looking at some of the devices that had already been explained to her.
She stopped by two long cylinders that looked like torpedoes with propellers attached to one end. Kuwano had mentioned these too, but she hadn’t quite caught everything he said.
“Proton magnetometers,” said a voice from behind her. She looked up to see Yukawa walking over. “You drag those along several hundred meters behind the boat. They’re able to pick up extremely faint magnetic abnormalities caused by things like undersea hydrothermal ore deposits.” He stood next to Narumi. “You have a nice tour?”
“Yes. I heard you arguing with someone downstairs. Was there some mistake?”
Yukawa grimaced. “Just an incompatibility between the mount they prepared and my coil. For every advance we make, we find two or three new problems. I can understand if delays are an issue of physical phenomena getting in the way, but human error can be a particularly aggravating source.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” Narumi said. “How are we supposed to feel safe entrusting our ocean to people who make those kind of mistakes?”
Yukawa’s eyes narrowed at her, but then he reluctantly nodded. “Unfortunately, I can’t think of any good reason you should feel safe. I’ll mention this next time I talk to DESMEC.” Yukawa turned and looked out over the ocean. “Tell me,” he said after a moment, “why does a girl from Tokyo care so much about the ocean out here?”
“Why shouldn’t I? It’s beautiful.”
“I agree. I was just wondering if you had some deeper reason.”
“I think the beauty of the ocean is deep enough.”
Yukawa smiled. “You were fourteen or fifteen when you moved here, right? Didn’t you ever want to go back home?”
“Not at all.”
“Really? I’d think that for a teenager, the city would have a lot more stimulation to offer. Where were you in Tokyo?”
“Oji.”
“Ah, up north.”
“Yeah. Not exactly a stimulating part of town.”
“A little sleepy, true, but a short train ride from places like Shibuya or Shinjuku.”
Narumi stared at Yukawa’s face for a moment, then slowly shook her head. “Not every teenage girl dreams of going shopping in Shibuya. Some of them like little country towns with beautiful views of the sea.”
Yukawa adjusted his glasses with the tip of his finger and stared back at her.
“What?” she asked after a moment.
“I don’t think so,” Yukawa said, shooting her an intense look before adding quietly, “That’s not you.”
Narumi’s eyes went a little wider. “Why not? And how would you know what kind of a person I am anyway?” she asked, her voice a little louder than it should be. She could feel the blood rushing to her face.
“Narumi?” Sawamura came striding over. “What is it?” he asked, looking between her and the physicist.
“Sorry,” Narumi muttered. “It’s nothing.”
Sawamura gave Yukawa a quizzical look. “What did you say to her?”
Yukawa maintained a cold silence for a few moments more before saying, “I didn’t mean to give offense, but if I did, I apologize.”
Narumi stared at the deck in silence.
“Right. I’ll see you later,” Yukawa said, walking off.
“What’s his problem?” Sawamura spat after he left. “You okay? What did he say to you?”
Narumi realized she couldn’t stand there frowning forever. She flashed Sawamura a smile. “It was really nothing. Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Hey, if you’re fine, I’m fine,” Sawamura said, the concern plain on his face.
“Thanks for waiting,” Kuwano announced brightly on the deck behind them. “We’re all ready, so if you’d please come to the conference room. We have cold drinks for you!”
THIRTY-ONE
Kusanagi stood outside a restaurant that served okonomiyaki pancakes a short walk from Azabu Juban Station. The name on the sign read “Flower,” making him wonder if the name of the place wasn’t a play on their specialty’s main ingredient. The entrance was up a flight of stairs on the second floor.
As he stood looking up at the sign, a young man came out of the door—an employee, by the red apron he was wearing. He flipped over a small placard on the door so the side facing out read “Closed” and went back in.