"So, Tom, what do you need me for? Do you know I might be replaced too? Don't worry, I'm strong."
Tiffany Bell rubbed her eyes and said with gritted teeth.
As expected of a child, her adaptability was strong, and she quickly accepted the reality that T100 had gained a soul and even started communicating with it normally.
If it were anyone else, they might have been panicking and running away to get help.
"You won't be replaced." Harrison Clark said.
Tiffany Bell asked, "Why not?"
"Because no one else is more suitable than you."
Tiffany Bell: "But my performance isn't good."
"The problem isn't with you, it's with me. Anyway, just be at ease. I won't accept any other pilots. I've prepared a special training for you, one that could help you better control me. But remember, don't reveal my existence to others. Otherwise, I won't be able to help you."
Tiffany Bell nodded vigorously, "Alright! I'll remember that! What kind of training is it? Difficult?"
"Quite simple."
"Really?"
