"Mr. Lyon, you shouldn’t call Atifie."
When Atifei-128, who was shoved into a box, did not imdiately answer Leon’s question, she earnestly corrected him,
"The only one who can truly be called Atifie is Atifie-01, the prototype developed by the Crolock Kingdom over three hundred years. You should call Atifie-128."
"I’ve only t one ’Atifie’ like you, so there’s no need to emphasize the serial number every ti, right?"
Upon hearing this, Lyon frowned and said,
"Besides, you not only possess intelligence and the ability to think, but you even understand fear and self-preservation. You’re practically a different kind of lifeform. Haven’t you thought of giving yourself a na?"
"Mr. Lyon, nas are for distinguishing individuals with independent consciousness. But I am rely a subordinate entity of ’Atifie-01,’ required to operate according to her instructions, so..."
"Sa thing."
Lyon thought it over and replied,
"I’m a resident of the Kingdom. I also have to abide by the laws and orders of the Kingdom, but that doesn’t an I’m not an independent entity... Can we not argue about nas? You still haven’t answered my question."
"Apologies, your statent caused a bit of chaos in my processing, which resulted in a temporary decline in functionality. But that doesn’t seem like a bad thing. I hope you can chat with more in the future, and if you like, you can address as Atifie."
With a few seconds of frantic buzzing, Atifie calmly begun to speak,
"As for your question earlier,
The Crolock Kingdom is currently very stable, having gone thirty-seven years without any abnormal deaths. Apart from a continuous shortage of energy, everyone has found the most suitable position to exercise their talent with the help of Atifie-01, and their health status has been ensured.
And the Gemini Sub-bureau of the Purification Bureau, given their mostly extrely evil criminal history and being an unstable factor endangering public safety, had miniature differential engines implanted in all existing mbers’ subcutaneous systems for positioning and calculation, supplented with an information chip embedded in the back of the neck for simple control and managent.
Finally, regarding the Aquarius Director you ntioned, I have not received the corresponding records from Atifie-01. However, when Atifie-01 eliminated the royal family’s control over the Crolock Kingdom, that Aquarius Director did not co out to stop it, so there is likely a certain level of cooperation involved."
?!?
So... the royal family of the Crolock Kingdom had been placed under house arrest? The entire Gemini Sub-bureau was controlled? Was the current controller of the Crolock Kingdom that Intelligent Machine called Atifie-01?
After taking a sharp breath, Lyon hurriedly asked,
"What on earth happened to the Crolock Kingdom? Why did it suddenly beco like this?"
"Apologies, I cannot answer that question."
Atifie said with a hint of apology,
"The storage in the Level Fifteen prevention box only holds my core computational logic and a portion of relatively important basic data. Most of the detailed information requires temporary access through external channels.
For example, regarding the investigation of the Laine County volcano, the data retained in the Level Fifteen prevention box only recorded the final outco of the matter, while more specific content was stored in the Sky Clipper’s external information box."
"..."
However, that box had already been blown up...
Rubbing his brow, Lyon pondered and asked,
"If I go back later and hijack another Sky Clipper in a few days to bring back the information box, can you..."
"Please, don’t do that!"
Startled by Lyon’s wild idea, Atifie frantically banged on the copper pipe and urgently cried out,
"Our mories are different from humans. mory is a detachable and replaceable thing for us, and the storage dium is too large and heavy, so generally we only actively connect to the corresponding information box when needed.
Onboard the Sky Clipper, we don’t take all the information boxes, usually only carrying flight data and relevant national ssages, enabling us to handle abnormal situations promptly, without including other non-essential information to avoid damage.
Moreover, not all Sky Clippers have Atifie installed; only those docked at the Secret Port for special missions might carry one, so please do not hijack a Sky Clipper again!"
"Why so anxious? I was just asking casually..."
Feeling a bit awkward at Atifie’s anti-terrorist-like tone, Lyon cleared his throat and reluctantly gave up the idea of launching another attack with the Rebels, instead inquiring,
"Apart from acquiring an information box, is there any other way you can let know what happened to the Crolock Kingdom?"
"There is!"
Afraid that Mr. Lyon would act impulsively and hijack two more Atifie companions, Atifie-128 quickly replied,
"To facilitate the urban managent and processing by subordinate entities, all Atifie information boxes have backups in the municipal departnts of the Crolock Kingdom. As long as you can bring in and find any public interface, I can access those backup boxes."
And then I’d be sward and beaten by the arriving Cleaners, finally getting slapped to death by the Aquarius Director, right?
Hearing this thod, which couldn’t be called useless but would make one disappear after using it, Lyon couldn’t help but roll his eyes and said with so disdain,
"So you know nothing? Other than chatting with , you can’t do anything, can you?"
"I can be your assistant!"
Sensing the disdain in Lyon’s voice and concerned for her safety, Atifie quickly volunteered,
"I can help you record things, handle docunts, or... tell you today’s weather!"
Hmm?
Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Lyon said,
"Can you predict the weather? Do you have so special sensor?"
"Well... the sensor got burned off with the Sky Clipper, but if you can get a daily morning newspaper, I can tell you the weather anyti!"
"..."
Haha, you’re so useful, huh!
With a helpless grin, Lyon decided not to bother comnting and continued to ask,
"So, handling docunts? You can write?"
"I didn’t bring the appropriate chanical arm, but I can dictate to you, and you just need to jot it down!"
"..."
Okay, you’re indeed only in charge of "processing" the docunt, and I’m the tool man for the final drafting.
With a slight twitch of his mouth, Lyon inquired with one last bit of hope,
"And what about helping record things?"
"You just have to read it to , and I promise not a word will be wrong!"
"..."
So to record sothing, I’d have to lug you, a seventy to eighty-kilogram mass, everywhere? Why don’t I just carry a notepad? Plus, you aren’t powered by coal, but a power module costing over ten thousand Gold Wheels each ti!
This thing is a high-energy-consuming artificial idiot!
Having realized Atifie’s imnse "usefulness," if not for knowing that the recycling shop wouldn’t dare to take it, Lyon would have contemplated selling the power modules directly for money.
"Fine."
With a sigh, Lyon completely gave up on using Atifie, carrying the invaluable box toward the bustling dock, reluctantly pulling out five Copper Wheels against Black Goat’s repeated protests and purchasing a standard cabin ticket.
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