"Maybe?" Guo Miao gently closed her eyes, and the past flashed in her mind. "We might have met again. I tried to find you and create you, but I never succeeded."
"Create me? What? Are you Nuwa?" Tong Pei laughed lightly.
It seemed that Guo Miao had started to talk nonsense after drinking too much.
"Of course, with the technology a thousand years later, it's possible to create clones and AI." Guo Miao sighed.
A thousand years later, in the Empire, she had once led a project called the Nuwa Project. The goal was to create clones to replace deceased people to live beside their loved ones.
However, no matter how it was set up, no matter what method was used to nurture it, there was no way to create a person that was exactly the same as the original person.
Guo Miao's initial intention was to create clones of her father and brother to accompany her.
At that time, it sounded crazy.
