Chapter 39 It's getting cold, let the administrator step down~ "..."
"Naturally? You're awake?" Sang Zhitao opened her eyes, looked at 89757 in front of her, paused for a moment, then suddenly sat up, looked at him and gently shook her head.
"It's alright, it's just that you slept for a long time. Grandma said you were resting, but everyone is still worried." 89757 breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that you were in good condition, and said while bringing you a plate of crystals.
Looking at the crystal in front of her, Sang Zhitao subconsciously picked one up and put it in her mouth. Then she suddenly realized why, whether in the world she had transmigrated to or in the base, everyone always offered her something delicious as soon as they met her.
"What's wrong?" 89757 noticed that she was holding a crystal and had stopped in mid-air, not continuing to eat it, and glanced at her with some concern.
Sang Zhitao shook her head again and continued eating while holding the crystal.
Never mind, the food these people are giving me is delicious anyway, and it's not in her nature to refuse it just to save face.
Banishing the fleeting thought from her mind, Sang Zhitao's face broke into a satisfied smile.
Seeing her enjoying her meal, 89757 also smiled with satisfaction. His eyes, which had once been full of probing and wariness, were now filled with doting affection and boundless admiration for Sang Zhitao.
After finishing the crystal, Sang Zhitao realized that the surrounding environment was completely unfamiliar. It was neither the cold and empty safe house nor the dilapidated ruins where the exiles gathered.
She opened her mouth, looking at 89757 beside her, about to speak.
89757 had already taken in her actions and, before she could speak, explained directly, "This is a gathering place for shadows."
Natural Shadows belong to the gentler, more nature-oriented school of thought. They believe that everything should be left to its own devices, and that nature will take care of everything.
The reason why Sang Zhitao designed the natural shadow in this way was because she was influenced by the "non-violent non-cooperation movement" of a saint from her neighboring country in the East.
Of course, Sang Zhitao, who wrote this novel at the time, was still young and did not understand the specific ideas of this saint's "non-violent non-cooperation movement". She only designed such a group of people based on the literal meaning, and designed the natural sword, which is completely opposite to the idea that violence can achieve the goal.
“However…” Sang Zhitao looked around and clicked her tongue inwardly, “I didn’t expect that the development of the natural shadow would be so much stronger than that of the sharp sword.”
Although she didn't voice her thoughts aloud, her expression betrayed them, causing 89757 to unconsciously pinch the tip of her nose before hastily explaining, "We're quite capable too, it's just that we don't have shadows to make money, and..."
He racked his brains for a moment before he said confidently, "We need to train our troops, not this kind of extravagant style that affects morale."
Sang Zhitao opened her mouth, suppressed the complaints in her heart, and nodded, pretending to agree with what the other person said.
89757 naturally understood the expression on her face, but couldn't think of any reason to explain it at the moment, so she could only pretend not to see it.
"You might as well just admit that you're a bunch of brutes who only know how to spend money but not how to make it." Just as the two were about to leave, a female robot nearly three meters tall entered from outside.
She first said "89757" directly, then carefully walked up to Sang Zhitao, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said, "Of course, welcome back. Shadow will follow you to the death."
Sang Zhitao smiled and nudged her arm, trying to help her up.
However, she simply couldn't make it happen...
She secretly exerted some force, but the other person still didn't notice and looked at her blankly.
"Ahem, get up first. I certainly don't want you kneeling." 89757 coughed lightly, rolled her eyes at the other person, and said irritably.
The female robot first gave him a disdainful look before respectfully accepting the order and carefully standing up. She didn't forget to observe Sang Zhitao closely, lest her rough movements hurt her.
"Of course, you can just call me 223." 223 carefully stood up, secretly relieved, before respectfully replying.
Sang Zhitao's body is of standard female height, about 1.68 meters, with a well-proportioned figure, and can be described as a tall woman.
However, compared to her height of 223 meters, which is close to three meters, she looked extremely petite.
Seeing that Sang Zhitao hesitated for a long time before speaking, 89757 continued, "223 was sent by the Shadow through Grandma. She will become your guard and protect your safety."
Sang Zhitao glanced at 89757, then at 223, raised an eyebrow, pointed at 89757, her face full of question marks.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on 89757's face. He unconsciously reached up and touched the tip of his nose, unsure of how to respond.
Instead, 223 glanced at him and said bluntly, "Because Sharp Sword and the administrator's spies fought and many people were injured, some of their strongest fighters were injured, and 89757 is good at using his brain, so he asked Shadow to borrow people."
Sang Zhitao then realized why she woke up on the side of the shadows; it was probably because the sword could no longer protect her.
Seeing that 223 disregarded his embarrassment and explained the reason directly, 89757 could only accept it calmly, but his face still showed a lot of embarrassment.
“Of course, I’ll take you to the meeting.” 223 didn’t delay and said respectfully to Sang Zhitao.
Sang Zhitao nodded in agreement without hesitation.
Seeing this, 223 carefully squatted down and suddenly reached out to lift her up.
Sang Zhitao suddenly lifted her feet off the ground and exclaimed in surprise, only to find that 223 had carried her on his shoulder.
She rested her hands on 223's smooth head, sat on his broad shoulders, and was carefully embraced by 223's steel arms. Her fear vanished instantly.
"Be careful!" Ignoring 89757's exclamation, 223 happily carried Sang Zhi Tao out with a satisfied smile.
89757 had no choice but to hurry up and keep up, muttering to herself the whole way, wishing she could take Sang Zhitao off 223's shoulders.
When they arrived at the conference room door, 223 carefully lifted Sang Zhitao down and placed her on the ground. Then he said to 89757, who had rushed over, "Alright, alright, why are you rambling on now?"
89757 took a few deep breaths, wanting to refute her, but looking at Sang Zhitao beside her, she finally suppressed her dissatisfaction, gave a light snort, quickly stepped forward, opened the conference room door, and respectfully replied to Sang Zhitao, "Of course, please."
Sang Zhitao glanced at them a few times, and seeing that they had no intention of making a move, she felt relieved and walked towards her office.
There weren't many people in the office; instead, they faced a huge screen displaying six unfamiliar robots.
One of them, whose emotions had been fluctuating the most recently towards Sang Zhitao, couldn't hide the excitement on his face and eagerly said, "Naturally, hello. I am number 142, and I am currently an engineer at the birth base."
He was actually an engineer at the birthplace?
Sang Zhitao never expected that someone from the Natural School would hold such a high position.
The Birth Base is no ordinary place; it's where all robots are born. The engineer is practically the head of the Birth Base, and such a person can only be a trusted confidant. Sang Zhitao really couldn't imagine that such a person would be a member of the Nature Faction.
But what surprised her even more was yet to come.
"673, the current Director of the Administration Bureau."
Sang Zhitao gasped and looked at the other four robots.
They are, respectively, the entertainment company owner (567), the head of the news department (365), the deputy head of the finance department (551), and the secretary of the secretariat (097).
They were all in important positions, and apart from a few places with artificial skin, they all had almost their entire mechanical bodies exposed, in accordance with the requirements of the machine planet.
The people present greeted Sang Zhitao before returning to their seats and waiting for the meeting to begin.
"The code sent by the victim has been deciphered, and we now have Pandora. Today's meeting is about how we should allocate Pandora," said 673, who chaired the meeting.
“Of course, we’ll implant Pandora directly into each robot, allowing them to achieve a spiritual release.” The first to speak was naturally 89757.
Seeing that 89757, the leader of the Sharp Swords, had spoken, the others stopped watching. 142 picked up the thread and continued, "Newborn robots can be implanted directly from the base, but what about robots that have been around for a long time?"
89757 frowned slightly and replied, "Back then, I told you to leave a back door open, but you didn't?"
142 replied, “They were kept, but none of the robots from before I became the person in charge were kept.”
"You guys are too conservative. If you ask me, just kill the administrators and then officially announce that everyone is required to carry out the implantation order, right?" 223 said impatiently, banging on the table.
"You're too rough." 097, a beautiful and alluring woman, rolled her eyes at 223 before continuing, "If you ask me, we should just use victims to implant the technology into the administrators. Wouldn't we be in charge then?"
The others twitched their lips, glanced at her, and 89757 replied speechlessly, "The victims are our family members, not expendables, and what's the difference between your idea and 223's?"
"The difference is that my method is more elegant~" 097 winked at everyone.
After everyone showed expressions of disbelief, they turned their heads away in disgust.
"Hmph, no taste!" 097 said coquettishly, leaning back in her chair and ignoring them.
“Can you change your body and voice?” 567 said.
097 played with her slender fingers, ignoring him.
567 sighed helplessly before saying, "Brother 97, you used to be a two-meter-tall, incredibly strong man. Now, for those of us who grew up with you, it's really... unacceptable."
097's charming face suddenly darkened, and she glanced at 567 with displeasure before saying, "Call me 'sister'! Look at how 365, 551, and 673 can accept it."
“We’re used to it,” 365 suddenly interjected.
097 was about to argue again when 673 tapped the table, gave them a cold look, and then reluctantly fell silent.
"Of course, I'm sorry to have made you laugh." 673 treated Sang Zhitao differently. His cold and hard expression softened considerably, and even his voice became more friendly, causing everyone else to unconsciously touch their arms.
Sang Zhitao first shook her head to indicate that she didn't mind, then handed her personal computer, which was covered in writing, to 89757.
89757 paused for a moment before looking at the screen and saying, "Since we pursue freedom of the soul, let's return the right to freedom to individuals. I think we can put Pandora online so that everyone can download it freely."
After listening to 89757's words, everyone looked at Sang Zhitao, who had made the suggestion. After thinking for a while, 673 spoke up, saying, "The people are confused and disorderly. Giving them order will only bring disaster."
Sang Zhitao knew what he meant and understood his concerns. After thinking for a moment, she tapped her personal terminal and continued typing.
No one urged her; they simply waited silently for her to finish writing.
89757 also read the message aloud: "In that case, let's take over this planet first. Only by standing in a high position can we return the soul to the people. With a leader, the people will be controllable."
After hearing this, the scene fell silent. After a long while, 673 said, "Then let's do as nature says and take over the planet first."
Everyone stood up in unison, placed their right hand on their heart, and bowed respectfully to Sang Zhitao: "Emotions are the manifestation of the soul, and the soul is a free being. Release the soul, and freedom will last forever."
Sang Zhitao was moved by their emotions and stood up to perform the same salute. Looking at everyone, she said, "Release your souls, and freedom will last forever."
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Author's note: The temperature suddenly changed, and as a result... I caught a cold!
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