While the bizarre divine storm within Star Cluster X showed no signs of subsiding, the droid swarm's movement in the sector was not affected at all.
Under the urgent call, batch after batch of droids entered the mysterious and ancient galaxy. Starting from the spatial discontinuity, all the way to the homeworld of the Executors where Hao Ren and the rest were temporarily stranded, the droids began to build countless bunkers and factories in the vast void of space, and they were already beginning to take shape.
The barren asteroid belt was anchored into a base, and spaceports and connecting pipelines were built between the asteroids. Massive space buildings gradually took shape in the darkness, with drones flying day and night. Factories, nests, antenna arrays … These things were like a swarm of insects rapidly proliferating and spreading in the galaxy, and the first batch of new drones had already flown out of the production line and entered the next round of expansion missions.
With such a terrifyingly efficient expansion machine in operation, the project on the homeworld of the Executors was quickly supported by sufficient 'labor', and entered the substantial construction phase.
Around the rift near the outpost base, the droids had completed the initial terraforming. The scorched ruins were further cleared, and the bomb craters and smaller cracks were covered with silver-white alloy, while the rift itself was further reinforced with metal cladding. At the edge of the almost completely alloyed rift, a few huge temporary towers protruded diagonally from the surface, and around the towers were giant cables that had just been fixed. These cables had a diameter of more than two meters, and one end of the cables connected to the data center was neatly lined up in the open space outside the rift, waiting to be connected, while the other end of the cable snaked into the rift, down the cliff as if it could reach the core of the planet.
A large number of engineering droids had switched to their work mode within the atmosphere, and were busy flying between the cables and the equipment around them. They were testing the connection between the cables and the First Born's primordial nerves, and at the same time, they had submitted the first connection number to the data center in the afternoon.
The data center was not far away. On the edge of the rift were three hundred-meter-tall hexagonal prismatic buildings in an equilateral triangle. The buildings had beautiful silver-white exteriors, and looked technologically advanced. On the base of the buildings, some of the cables had been welded to the docks.
This was just the work on the surface. Deep underground, there was a construction site that was far more amazing than this.
Because the surface was only building a total integrated data processing center, deep underground was replacing the entire central nervous system of the First Born. The cables on the surface extended deep underground, through the crust and most of the mantle, and finally reached the deep ganglia of the First Born. To ensure the safety and stability of the entire system, Hao Ren simply ordered the removal of all the crystal-poisoned nerve tissues of the First Born and replaced them with artificial structures. Now, tens of thousands of drones were busy in the cavities and faults between the core and mantle, connecting the artificial nerve bundles to the biological tissues of the First Born, and at the same time, building secondary data processing devices to stabilize the entire system at special connection points.
The scale of each installation was no less than that of a fortress city buried underground.
Just as Hao Ren said: the condition of the First Born on this planet was much worse than the one in Inferno. It was a seriously ill patient whose nervous system was rotting, and the process of operating on it was like drilling a hole through the entire planet.
Rollie crept to the top of a tower near the construction site. She let out a sigh of relief when she found flat ground. She took Lil Pea out of her bag and carefully placed her on top of her head. "Look, you can see the whole rift valley from here! Don't you think it looks like dried fish? "
Lil Pea patted the back of Rollie's head with her tail. "I don't know, but Daddy said you're not allowed to run around!"
"I'm not running around, meow!" Rollie said with her arms akimbo. "Big Boss Cat only said not to run past the fence (energy barrier) over there. He didn't say not to come here. If you tell on me, I won't bring you here anymore. "
Lil Pea patted her tail twice but did not say anything. Rollie took out a stack of white paper and a few markers from her small bag. She spread the paper on the ground, grabbed the markers, and started scribbling.
"What are you doing?" Lil Pea asked curiously.
Rollie clumsily drew as she explained, "This is called a diary! Big Dumb Cat said that keeping a diary is a good habit. It can make me smart, and then I can go to university. There's fish in the university cafeteria. But I feel that writing is troublesome. Drawing is easier. "
She seemed to be in a good mood. As she scribbled, she curled her tail into various arcs. Hao Ren had spent a lot of effort to teach the cat to read and write, but it seemed that it did not work. The cat was more interested in scribbling than writing.
Rollie's good mood did not last long, because she soon found that the bottom left corner of the new stack of white paper was missing a corner, and there was a clear bite mark on the corner.
"Meow! You ate my diary! " The cat girl's back was arched, and her tail was standing straight behind her. She grabbed Lil Pea from her head and put her in front of her 'diary'. "Look, there are bite marks!"
"I thought you prepared this for me …" Lil Pea stuck out her tongue. "And you put me together with them. How could I bear it …"
The cat girl did not accept Lil Pea's explanation. She did not realize that putting Lil Pea and the paper in the same bag was doomed from the beginning. She just stubbornly shook her head. "No, no, you have to pay for my diary."
"This is just a piece of white paper. You haven't even finished your first drawing!"
"But this is also my diary!"
"How do you want me to pay for it? I can't spit it out."
"Then … Let me take a bite?"
"No."
"You can lick it, meow!"
"No, it's disgusting."
…
Lily's ears twitched as she looked up into the distance, a little puzzled. "I think I heard Rollie and Lil Pea just now …"
Hao Ren followed the direction of the husky girl's gaze, but only saw a tower standing in the corner of the base, facing the construction site of the 'long-range cognition array'. He shook his head. "I didn't hear anything."
He then turned back and looked at N-6 and N-4 standing in front of him.
Behind the two Executors stood the team members brought by N-4, as well as a few unfamiliar faces.
These unfamiliar faces had hitched a ride with the Petrachelys to the base earlier this morning. They were originally stationed on the lunar base, but now, the Cortex Prime had left instructions for these Executors to become members of the 'management team' of the newly reborn Executor civilization.
It was said that they were going to imitate the records of human history and set up an institution called the 'tribunal' to govern their own race.
Hao Ren looked at them, and what he saw was a group of young 'kids' who were still at a loss. While every Executor had the appearance and necessary wisdom and knowledge of an adult the moment they stepped off the production line, they were actually no more than fifteen years old. N-4, who had served for eleven years, was already considered an experienced elder among this group, and the average age of these new officials who had just arrived from the lunar base was actually about the same.
The knowledge of the Executors could be downloaded directly from the big think tank, but they still had complex logic circuits and simulated neural networks, which meant that they still needed some life experience to shape their personality and experience. Just like N-4 and N-6, who had the same basic database, grew into two completely different individuals because of their different service time. This was the embodiment of learning and evolution.
But the long war meant that not many Executors could live long enough, so when the Cortex Prime suddenly left, it left behind this overly 'young' race, and even N-4, who was only eleven years old, had become a member of the management team.
Today, N-4's compatriots were here to take her back to the moon to assume this position.
N-6 was also leaving. While her experience was not enough to take on the role of a manager, she was the first Executor to run the 'final code' and gain her freedom. She had also accepted alien technology, so she had a better hardware foundation and room for growth, so she would also be accepted as a member of the tribunal.
Hao Ren looked into N-4's eyes. "How is it? Are you confident in your new job?"
"It is my responsibility." N-4's answer was completely her style. "I will do my best."
"To be frank, we have a lot of problems to face," an Executor from the moon said. He was a short-haired man, and seemed to have a cheerful and talkative personality, so he took the initiative to talk to Hao Ren. "The Cortex Prime is gone, and for the first time, we have to make our own decisions. While our logic circuits are programmed for this, no one knows if we can really handle everything."
"You will face a huge change," Y 'zaks, who had experience in managing an entire empire, said. "The war will end, and your energy must be diverted to other areas — production transformation, redistribution of resources and productivity. You will even need to change the social structure to adapt to your role as an independent civilization. And in the near future, you will even have to return here and rebuild your homeworld. This is something you have never done before. "
Vivian nodded gently. "Your creator has left you an entire civilization, and it is not just about war."
"Rebuild the homeworld …" The young Executor turned to look into the distance. The first thing he saw was the incredible alien base, but his eyes did not linger on the magnificent buildings. Instead, he looked into the distance, at the verdant mountains and lush forests.
The Executors were a silicon-based race, but their creator was born in this carbon-based environment. So they would protect the vitality of this planet, and even extend this vitality to other planets they may visit in the future. How to survive and develop in a vibrant world was a completely new topic for the Executors who had lived on the cold, dead moon for thousands of years.
But this topic was something they were looking forward to.
Hao Ren said, "We will soon complete the modification of the First Born, the planet devourer. Its thinking organs have been destroyed and replaced. Next, a gentle will will take over this dead body. When that time comes, you can officially return to the homeworld without fear of being attacked."
A few individuals coming to the surface of the planet without arousing hostility would not cause the tentacles to attack, but if all the Executors were to return to the homeworld from the moon, it would inevitably trigger the "conditioned reflex" of the tentacles. So before Hao Ren was done, the robot ladies and brothers on the moon had to wait for a while.
Of course, they did not have to wait too long. As there was no need to build a thinking center, the droid swarm could complete the replacement of the artificial neural network in a few days, and the huge wireless transceiver could also be completed at the same time. When Zorm's will extended over, the wanderers on the moon could go home.
"All the Executors know about you," the young Executor said. "We hope to express our gratitude. Although I'm afraid no gratitude can compare to what you have done for us."
"You don't have to thank me. This is my job." Hao Ren waved his hand. "If you really want to thank us, then live well. This is the greatest gift you can give us, and also the greatest gratitude to your creator."
(Thanks to Yin Ku's million tip. = Boss, Boss, thank you, Boss …)
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