"nothing."
August shook his head and lowered his head to continue packing his things.
This artificial intelligence is getting closer and closer to humans.
According to the imperial regulations, people like Bai Xu can apply to be evaluated as an intelligent race.
But looking at Bai Xu's expression, it seemed that he had never thought about this matter.
Milje also looked up at the AI following August and asked curiously, "Don't you need to follow Herbert?"
When Herbert returned to the Empire, he didn't follow them back, but went to his father's place. Why didn't this AI follow Herbert, but instead stayed with August? He even affectionately called August "Little August"!
He never called out!
Upon hearing this, AI Baixu turned the projection towards Milje: "This is just the data of one of my clones. My main body is still with little Herbert."
Milje nodded, not quite understanding.
In other words, as long as there is a network, this AI can basically be everywhere.
Tsk tsk, this is a bit scary. But fortunately, the control of the AI is in the hands of Herbert and his team.
A soldier who is so upright and selfless.
Thinking of this, Miljie suddenly raised his head like a little seal and said angrily, "But why are there only three of us at home... Where is Lan Huaili?!"
Where is the loving team we promised each other?
Ai Baixu was helping Ogest collect data and replied with a smile: "Half an interstellar hour ago, Lan Huaili had already packed up and headed to the Zerg villa."
However, there is probably only one Zerg left in the villa now, and the rest of the Zerg have returned to the Zerg base.
Milje became dejected again.
Woo woo woo, he missed the time when they were all together.
Seeing that the boy was slouching again, August casually ruffled his messy blond hair and said, "Alright, come and help me tidy it up. After that, go to bed early and adjust your condition."
Milje: “Oh”
After receiving the task, Milje got up from the ground, leaned next to August, and sorted out the data on the battlefield with him.
Ai Baixu saw the two young men leaning against each other's shoulders, and felt that his projection was as bright as hundreds of watts.
He laughed and dispersed the projection, returning to August's light computer and continuing to help August upload the data of this battlefield where there were no casualties.
A war without death is indeed a good thing.
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