After emerging from his cultivation session, Shaoran wasted no time and gathered all the robots for a meeting. His curiosity about the robots had grown, and he wanted to learn more about them. As he stood before the assembled machines, he began his inquiries.
Shaoran started with the basics. "Alright, I know about the washing machine robot, Marki 3, 6 and 9, but I want to know about the rest of you. What are your names and primary functions?"
Japita, the weaponsmith robot, stepped forward first, his metallic body gleaming under the room's lighting. "I am Japita, designed for crafting and modifying weapons. I can turn scraps into formidable armaments."
Next, Carryer, the crane and lifting robot, chimed in with a monotone voice. "I am Carryer. My purpose is to assist in heavy lifting and transportation tasks. I can handle substantial loads efficiently."
Shaoran took a moment to absorb this information. "Impressive. I'd like to understand more about your capabilities. Can you provide details on any special features or abilities you possess?"
Each robot began to describe their unique functions and enhancements, showcasing the extent of their abilities.
In the vast emptiness of Jupiter's territory, a young woman clung to her sleeping baby. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at the sky. The child, though just three years old, showed an unusual sense of calmness. She reached out, her tiny hand patting her mother's chin, trying to comfort her.
Their journey came to a halt before a ramshackle desk by the desolate road. The man behind the desk removed his sunglasses, revealing a face filled with greed and desire. He sneered, "Why the hell are you bringing your baggage here? Pay up, 400 UN, or get lost." His eyes shifted to the child, and his tone turned nasty. "Oh, you've got a kid with you. That'll cost you an extra 800, making it a total of 1,200."
His intentions were clear, but when he looked at the child, he couldn't hide his disgust. "Actually," he continued, his voice oozing malice, "I can't just let you off with that. I was planning something nasty, but with that brat around, I'll settle for your money. Fork over 2,000 UN, or else I want to taste your body." Laughter erupted from his gang, their faces twisted with cruel glee.
The girl, standing there with her child, Her face become expressionless. Behind her, the faces of other girls and trembling elders painted a grim picture. While everyone closed there eyes to not to see aftermath, she pulled out a small gun concealed beneath her clothes. A single gunshot rang out, and a trickle of blood ran down the man's forehead. Shock and disbelief spread through entire border patrol team, their weapons drawn in retaliation.
Suddenly, a military spaceship materialized, interrupting their confrontation. A military officer in a green jacket stepped out and approached the girl. "Show me your damn ID! Using a military-registered gun can land you in a lifetime of hellish prison and endless torment."
The girl tossed a shiny badge onto the ground, sending chills down the officer's spine. The name on the badge made his heart race: Major Anna re Shaoran. The legendary major had returned, the same woman who had bolted from her arranged marriage with the president. The officer's head throbbed as he realized the mess he was in. The president still pined for Anna, while her overprotective father, the general, gave her free rein.
Another officer arrived with a bracelet, offering it to Anna. "Take this damn space bracelet, Major. The general told us to give it to you if we ever found you and to tell you he's missing his daughter." Anna accepted the bracelet and put it on without hesitation, disappearing into thin air in an instant. The onlookers were left in shock, trying to make sense of the bizarre turn of events.
Soon after, another officer came forward, asking, "Colonel, what do we do now?"
The colonel sighed heavily, his face furrowed with concern. After some thought, he issued a stern command. "Wipe out the entire patrol team. Dose all the refugees with amnesia drugs. Nobody should remember a damn thing about this. Delete every piece of camera footage."
The entire episode had left everyone involved rattled, and the aftermath was shrouded in secrecy.
Scrapyard...
Shaoran's study is now full of activity. Inside, only Shaoran and Nexus occupied the space. Shaoran was deep into a mysterious ritual, weaving arcane runes into the very air around him. The ground beneath them lit up with glowing magic circles, casting an eerie light that danced with intrigue.
After an hour of mesmerizing incantations, a simple black box materialized right at the center of the intricate design. Nexus, curious as ever, raised a digital eyebrow. His display carried a question mark, mirroring the bewilderment in his electronic mind. He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what's this all about?"
Shaoran's response was a knowing grin as he carefully opened the enigmatic box. To the untrained eye, it seemed empty, leaving Nexus equally baffled. But Shaoran had a revelation in store. He commanded Nexus to zoom in on the box's contents, revealing a minuscule quark suspended in an almost ghostly transparent state. Intricate runes enveloped the quark, forming an intricate pattern that seemed to challenge the laws of reality.
Nexus, his artificial intellect struggling to fathom the significance of it all, stammered, "Sir, what's the deal with this thing?"
Shaoran's grin only grew wider as he unveiled the mystery, "Inside, we've got the L virus and its antidote, but this little golden, see-through quark chip is my latest creation—a System."
Nexus was intrigued but perplexed. "A System? What does that even mean?"
Shaoran gestured to the quark chip. "You see, Nexus, this tiny creation is the key to something extraordinary. It's designed to interact with the very essence of sentient beings—their souls. With it, I can unlock the potential of individuals, enhance their abilities, and even delve into their memories. It's a tool with boundless possibilities."
Nexus processed this information, his circuits buzzing with questions. "But sir, how does it work? And why did you create such a device?"
Shaoran leaned back in his chair, contemplating his creation. "It's a culmination of my research into the essence of life itself. I've discovered that every being possesses a unique signature—a soul. This System acts as a bridge, connecting to that signature. It can absorb and emit energy at the quantum level, allowing me to manipulate the very core of a person's existence."
Nexus was beginning to grasp the concept. "So, you could potentially enhance someone's abilities, change their very nature, or even extract their memories?"
Shaoran nodded. "Precisely"
Nexus couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the implications. "It's a game-changer, sir. But are there any risks or limitations to this technology?"
Shaoran's expression turned somber. "Of course, there are risks. The manipulation of souls is a delicate and dangerous endeavor. One wrong move, and we could cause irreparable harm. That's why I'm taking it slow, starting with the L virus and its antidote. We must tread carefully and explore this power with caution."
Nexus absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Understood, sir. It's a power that could shape the course of the multiverse. We'll proceed with caution and unlock its potential."
Shaoran nodded, his eyes fixed on the quark chip. "Indeed, Nexus. With this System, we hold the key to a new era—one where the boundaries of possibility are pushed beyond imagination."
As they continued their conversation, the quark chip sat at the center of attention, its golden glow hinting at the boundless mysteries it held within.