It seems that something is going to happen.
The little girl thought so.
Recently, the amount of data that needs to be processed has suddenly increased. Various functional buildings in the shadow city that were originally only operating at half power have entered a state of working day and night. Several arsenals are also working overtime every day, and the place where the little girl is A war factory that produces light vehicles is also the department with the most increased workload. She can't remember how many pieces of tank assembly information she has reviewed, and she handed over all useless data to her server for processing. As the brain of this factory, the little girl must ensure the reliability of each tank, which means that she has to do many things herself. The base has not been established long enough, and the number of replica hosts is limited. Naturally, the little girl She couldn't find any more helpers either, and her bandwidth usage rate reached almost 80%. Although it wasn't too much to deal with, but... I'm afraid the time for free thinking will be reduced.
Although as a copy host, theoretically, there is no need to think about it.
Today I have to apply for twice the energy supplement. I really envy those seniors who have their own psionic reactors since they were born.
The little girl thought enviously.
Production, assembly, production, assembly, this work was repeated countless times, and then the little girl finally read a message that was originally just passing through her own communication link. This message was a recording of the conversation of the leaders of the empire. At that time, the mother seemed to be present, so this information shared by all Xiling hosts entered the processing core of the little girl.
There are a lot of incomprehensible things in it. The little girl knows that her common sense is extremely weak, because no one will waste resources on educating a copy that can't think, and they don't even bother to design an information interface for such a copy—even if the copy How special, the only way for a little girl to learn new knowledge is to understand this novel world completely different from the home planet in her original memory from a few words in the public link, but these fragments of knowledge are obviously not enough for her to fully understand Knowing the conversations between His Majesty the beloved emperor and the mistresses, the little girl could only analyze a few simple nouns and something that seemed to be a place name.
Azeroth, that seems to be the place where the adults are going, and the busyness of the arsenal these days and the construction of the mothership are also preparations for this
The little girl guessed wildly, guessed about the war that might break out, and then imagined herself as a powerful Xiling host, bravely facing the enemy's artillery fire on the front line of the empire and building strong fortresses, fortresses, and bases, allowing countless The war factory rose from the ground under his own ideas...
But after fantasizing, the little girl returned to her work. She was just a clone, a single-link low-cost machine. Dealing with complex data, she didn't even know how to command more than three construction sequences at the same time, so it seemed that all she could do was to approve the tank assembly process in this war factory.
It is estimated that there is only one copy machine that can think so wildly. If it takes up too much bandwidth and reduces work efficiency, it will be bad.
The little girl thought, and then threw herself into the boring work again.
Originally, it was fine like this, and there was no need to change anything, but at a certain moment, a message came from the mother, which made the little girl's core of thinking that had entered a logical state tremble suddenly.
His Majesty the Emperor is going on an expedition to the world of Azeroth, but the number of Xiling hosts is not enough, so the mother needs to select a few well-behaved individuals from the replica machines to go to that world together.
Such news caused an uproar in the little girl's heart.
You can fight with your mother, you can see His Majesty the Emperor who has been engraved in the core of your memory since birth and is regarded as the most revered person in your life, and you can also do the same work as ordinary Xiling hosts, not only It's just a logic calculator that can only assemble chariots.
so excited!
The little girl submitted the application to her mother without hesitation. The reason she used was that after the expedition started, it would be difficult for her war factory to provide support to the Imperial Army across the world. During this period, her computing power would be limited. Waste, such an excuse is the best excuse a little girl can come up with, there must not be much in her little brain.
Then, the mother agreed.
The little girl doesn't know how to describe her current mood. She has not been installed with an emotional module. Although she has been using software to simulate various emotions to make herself "complete", she is not sure whether such "emotions" are real. It's real and effective, but one thing the little girl can be sure of is that something good happened to her.
But that's all for her ambition.
The day before departure, she saw her sister, the larva-stage mother machine called Little Bubble.
That is a very kind older sister, she often plays with the cloned younger sisters, although the younger sisters usually don't respond to her complicated and incomprehensible emotional messages, but because of this, the only little girl who can respond to those things a little becomes I have the closest relationship with my sister.
But this time, seeing her sister walking towards her, the little girl had a bad feeling for some reason.
The elder sister asked herself to hand over the identification code of the replica host.
The little girl couldn't refuse the order given by this higher level of authority, so she obediently exchanged that code with her sister.
Then, the elder sister took her place and went to Azeroth with her mother, His Majesty the Emperor and the mistresses.
After that, the little girl who lost her target command wandered around the base for a long time.
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