Hao Ren felt that the robot lady in front of him might not have been repaired — the laboratory mainframe might have forgotten to install a speaker and microphone for her.
Ever since she woke up, she had been staring with her eyes wide open without saying a word. Other than looking around, there was no movement from her body at all. It was obvious that there was a problem with the input and output device.
But Nolan scoffed at Hao Ren's idea.
"She is observing the environment." Nolan's holographic projection stood next to the platform with her arms crossed. Her eyes were looking at the robot girl lying on the platform, but in fact, she was using a large number of monitoring equipment in the laboratory to monitor the signal flow in the robot girl's body. "Her logic circuit has been turned on, she just doesn't want to talk."
The robot girl lying on the platform immediately turned her eyes to Nolan.
This … is not human, not even … a physical entity.
N-6 adjusted her logic circuit a little rudely, and her thinking gradually became smooth. She looked at the woman with a gray ponytail standing beside her with extreme vigilance. Through various sensors, she sensed at least twenty unauthorized but unstoppable reading threads were injected into her processor the moment the gray-haired woman opened her mouth. She instantly lost all protection in front of the other party, as if she was a discarded shell. And the gray-haired woman herself … She had no body temperature, no heartbeat, and even no mass. She was not a physical entity at all … but also not any kind of holographic image that N-6 had ever seen.
The robot girl felt a great threat.
She tried to move her limbs, but soon found that all her movements were monitored by some more advanced program. This program did not stop her movements, but this state of being monitored made her immediately give up trying to move her limbs: this was the protection mechanism of the logic circuit at work. She cautiously observed the surrounding environment, but all her eyes saw were machines and equipment that she did not recognize. She saw crystalline columns that emitted a faint blue light, projection images suspended in the air, neatly arranged operating platforms, and weird machines with many mechanical tentacles swimming around the ceiling.
This was a spacious laboratory, or it could be some kind of precision machining center, but the first possibility was more likely.
As for the people around him, they looked very much like … humans.
N-6 felt that her mind was clearer. She knew about humans. There were humans living in the fortress on the moon. While the executors rarely had the chance to see humans, every feature of humans was engraved in the database of every executor from the beginning. But the humans around him did not look the same as those recorded in N-6's database. From their body temperature to their surface characteristics, to the electromagnetic waves and other energy fluctuations they emitted, they were different from what the database said.
The humans in the database would not have furry ears and tails, nor would they have a three to four-meter-long reptilian torso, nor would there be a twenty-centimeter-long baby with a fish tail.
But they had a heartbeat, at least some of them had a heartbeat, and they had many other characteristics of carbon-based organisms … They should be humans.
"What's your name? At least blink your eyes if you understand. "
The "human" with furry ears and tail and golden eyes was talking to her. N-6 was sure that there was no corresponding language in her database, but she still understood it accurately. It was an inexplicable phenomenon. She went back to check the audio collected by the sound recording device, but this time she could no longer understand the meaning of the audio.
But N-6 still decided to communicate with the other party because it was a human.
So she blinked and said, "Current identification code N-6, factory number E75-3C6215, general-purpose combat executor, combat vehicle auxiliary operator, Type-5 airborne computer."
These humans were different from what was recorded in the database, but they were indeed carbon-based creatures, not executors made of metal and bionic materials. Perhaps the conjecture was true — there were still humans living on the surface of the mother planet, and they had just mutated under the influence of the planet devourer.
"I knew it. She must have a speaker and a microphone. I remembered to install them." Nolan raised her chin and looked at Hao Ren triumphantly as if she had fixed the robot lady — although all the systems in the spacecraft's laboratory were indeed part of her.
Hao Ren ignored the proud shipgirl and looked at the robot girl lying on the platform curiously looking at him. "N-6 and … that E75 something, which is your name?"
"N-6," the robot girl blinked, her voice sounded pleasant but lacked emotion. She seemed to be a little curious. "Are you humans?"
Hao Ren did not expect the other party to ask this, and the question really stumped him. He looked at the circle of unusual creatures around him and thought to himself that it was not a problem for him to make an animal world or Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. But if it was a human … Did he barely count?
"How should I put it? If you say so, then so be it." Hao Ren finally decided not to introduce the race of his group one by one because it meant introducing at least two million words of background story to N-6 in front of him. "Because I'm not quite sure how you judge humans."
N-6 blinked again and said, "I understand. You are indeed humans."
Sure enough, these were the humans who stayed on the mother planet and mutated.
Completely unaware that he had been silently identified as a mutant, Hao Ren was now only full of curiosity about N-6. "You —"
But before he finished, the robot girl spoke first. "How many of you are there?"
"Huh?" Hao Ren was startled for a moment and looked at his friends around him, but he did not answer her question. "Why do you ask?"
"If your population is insufficient, you need the protection of the Zenith," N-6 went on. "The surface of the mother planet is no longer suitable for human survival. The Zenith and the fortress are the last sanctuaries of human beings. You need to go there."
"I think she seems to have misunderstood something," Hao Ren muttered to the MDT in the spiritual connection.
"I think her misunderstanding is just right," the MDT replied. "She seems to have mistaken us for the descendants of human survivors living on the surface of the planet. It seems that she does not know that an unknown spacecraft has crashed on this planet. Maybe we can find a way to get in touch with those people in the sky … "
Hao Ren quietly completed the communication with the MDT in his mind. It seemed that there was no delay on the outside. He smiled and said, "We have known of your existence for a long time, but we have not been able to go to space. Do you still have a way to return to the base now? "
"My fighter has crashed," N-6 replied. "But I can send a recovery signal, and a recovery force will come to pick me up."
"That's good." Vivian nodded and then looked at N-6 curiously. "Why are you lying down? Don't you want to sit up and adapt to your new body? "
"New … body?" N-6 gently moved her neck as if it suddenly dawned on her. But before she got up, she stopped again. "I feel … my activities are controlled by another program …"
"Ah, so that's why you interrupted the movement of your limbs." Nolan waved her hand. "Don't worry, that's because your original limbs have been scrapped. We had to get you a new set, but the new limbs have compatibility problems with your logic circuit, so we added an additional driver to your control system. Does this layer of the driver make you uncomfortable? "
Just a driver?
N-6 was a little surprised, but after a simple logical judgment, she found that she did not have the right to question or ask the other party to recompile the program for her. So she reset the security mechanism of her logic circuit and began to try to move her limbs through the new driver.
She succeeded in sitting up.
This new body … seemed to be very powerful.
The robot girl carefully observed her hands and feet. She put her hands in front of her eyes and slowly clenched and unclenched them. This seemingly delicate body contained incredible energy. She even felt that this body alone could compete with the Titanium Guards in the fortress.
The human descendants left on the home planet had this level of technology? Was this … the legendary ancient lost technology?
"Thank you for saving me." She seemed to recall all the details of her crash. According to the etiquette required by the program, she stood up and bowed deeply to Hao Ren. "I …"
She stopped mid-sentence because she felt something pulling her from behind, affecting her next movement. Looking back, it turned out that a strong cable extended from the platform where she had been lying and was connected to the back of her neck.
"This …" N-6 thought carefully and turned to look at Hao Ren. "Am I charging now?"
Nolan quickly explained, "This is not a power cable! This is the data cable I used to write the driver for you. By the way, the energy system you used was seriously damaged, so we upgraded it when we repaired it for you. Now, its automatic recovery speed is even faster than before. "
"Ah, that's great," N-6 said happily. "I thought I would have to be plugged in a lot in the future."
Hao Ren could not help but mutter to the MDT in his mind, "Her imagination is really strong."
"Perhaps the artificial intelligence created by this civilization is good at associative input methods."
However, just as they were about to learn more about the Zenith from the robot girl named N-6, Nolan suddenly looked up in a certain direction.
"Boss, we seem to have a guest."
"Hmm?"
"Two transport planes have landed in the forest 12 kilometers away from the ship, and an armed team is approaching."
(Heading to the writers' association for a meeting. Automatic updates for the next two days =) =)
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