Having served the Empire for half of his life, Ela was decisively sold out. He intended to flee to another country but was nearly beaten to death during his escape before being saved by a dragon-gi...
As she listened to the other person's words, Yinla rested her chin on her hand, secretly writing something down where the other person couldn't see, while asking, "Is that what you think? Hmm... is that what all your race thinks?"
The moment those words were spoken, the other person's expression immediately tensed up... Clearly, the other person was nervous and began to regret their careless remark.
"Haha, just kidding."
As Yinla said this, he chuckled and let go of his hand, watching the well-cared-for anthropomorphic long-haired cat hop off his lap. He simply said to it, "But I think that even if AI is AI, we should still take it seriously."
Although this was just Yinla's own idea, the Federation's attitude towards AI was still purely that of a tool... Therefore, Yinla's current work was entirely dependent on his personal preferences.
That's quite interesting.
"It's getting late, I need to go home... Shall we continue the negotiations tomorrow?"
As Yinla said this, he abruptly shut down the communication, and then his entire room was plunged into darkness... Only a few NFT virtual figurine stands projected several attractive character images.
Of course, the light emitted from the personal computer case is also indispensable...
Today's work is finished, and... tomorrow I'll be dealing with representatives of other races.
Thinking this, Yinla simply pointed Tong Kong at the wristwatch on his wrist and then gave his work report for the day. He said in the [Certification Complete] prompt: "Review complete, race zza-1046, result - unqualified."
In response to Yinla's words, the voice of the [Final Judgment Authority AI] came indifferently from the wristwatch's AI: [Result—Unqualified. Case file compiled. Judgment preparation countdown: 3, 2, 1... Powered up. Please confirm, adjudicator.]
"..."
Yinla raised his head, and with his movement, the ceiling became transparent in one direction. He looked at the small star marked by the [Judgment Authority]... The death of a star is an extremely convenient way of judgment.
"confirm."
Yinla said this...
"..."
Then it was as if nothing had happened... except that the marked stars disappeared.
...
Time to sleep. Back to work tomorrow.
He is the youngest executive in the federal government—the Secretary of the Department of Race Adjudication Assistance.