The figures on the screen were operating the instruments frantically, trying to get a response from the dim screen. They prayed that a miracle would happen just like the Administrator God had once descended.
At this moment, the Administrator's once-cold dialogue and standard text seemed extremely intimate.
At some point in time, they were already used to having a mechanical conversation with the Administrator. They would rather see the content than see a silent Administrator.
However, a miracle did not happen. The central processing unit that had become a black hole represented the death of artificial intelligence.
"The past was worthy of our memories and respect, but now, we have to focus on the present."
The representative of the Pyro Alliance spoke. The atmosphere in the venue was filled with grief, and his voice was filled with determination and anger.
