"This is your brains... no, your neural cores, the type you used before." Renault lined up five neural cores, devoid of any data, in front of UMP45's group.
Looking at the five neural cores on the table, ranging from large to small, HK416 tilted her head, "So?"
"What do you mean 'so'? Isn't it obvious? The largest one here was previously used by Maria."
Hearing Renault's words, all the dolls turned their attention to the neural core embedded with several bullet fragments, with the largest one deeply embedded inside.
So... that Sangvis Ferri Destroyer, was it really saved by Renault after being damaged like this?
"The second one in size was used by UMP40."
It wasn't as large as Maria's, but still about the size of a tennis ball.
However, the next three neural cores visibly shrunk, from the size of tennis balls to that of ping-pong balls.
Seeing everyone's gaze on the third neural core, Renault shrugged, "That one belongs to MDR, corresponding to the higher-tier dolls within Griffin. But it seems Griffin has subdivided the high-tier dolls; some are slightly smaller than her, but larger than the fourth one."
The size of the fourth neural core was also smaller, barely larger than a large marble. It was taken from M1 Garand, and C96 used the same type.
As for the last one... well, its diameter was only as long as a thumbnail. It was as small as a glass bead.
Seeing the smallest neural core, MP40 couldn't help but feel embarrassed, covering her face.
Without Renault saying anything, she knew that the smallest one was taken from her.
But it was also her misfortune. Clearly, Nagant Revolver and P38 also had neural cores of this size, but it happened that only MP40's neural core was used as an example.
"As long as the neural core is large enough, the fire control core can be completely ignored. You won't have to worry about what you want to learn or install into your neural cloud.
The appearance of the fire control core was just because installing or removing it was quicker and simpler than directly installing fire control data into the neural core.
It also made removal much easier which was its initial purpose, to remove combat capabilities against humans.
There was no need to worry about dolls not retaining combat data after retiring from tactical duty, which would pose a danger when they returned to their daily roles.
IOP had rigidly standardized the size of the neural cores, and dolls often could only utilize the skills they were originally programmed with. Trying to learn more often led to situations like M1 Garand's.
Of course, incidents like exploding kitchens wouldn't happen after a neural core replacement. But M1 Garand's cooking skills weren't that great; what she made was hard to swallow.
Hearing Renault's words, HK416 and UMP45 glanced at each other, then simultaneously voiced their thoughts, "I want to switch!"
Elf, standing beside MP5 and MP40, was now flustered.
What's going on? What are they talking about transfer? Switching what? Does it have something to do with her?
Feeling anxious, she looked around. Now she felt like even the ice cream in her hand, which should have been cold, was starting to burn her hand!
Could it be that this commander was planning something strange with her!?
"Alright, let's start with you. Your Dinergate's shell is almost worn out, and you're the first one I've seen to wreck an Dinergate's shell so quickly."
Previously, whether it was Nagant Revolver's group, G36's group, or Vector, they had all used Dinergate shells for quite some time.
But UMP45, as soon as she got the Dinergate's shell, broke it shortly afterward.
If she broke it during a mission, it would be fine, but she broke it at home because she wanted to break his nose.
Renault wasn't sure if giving UMP45 a new body was the right decision, but as long as she didn't come after him all the time, it would be fine.
Before UMP45 could say anything to UMP9 and UMP40, Renault removed her neural core from the Dinergate and placed it on the neural transfer device.
"Alright, the rest of you can go have dinner. Of course, those who need to switch bodies should stay. Don't think about eating before changing bodies; otherwise, you'll have to clean up your bodies by yourself later."
Hearing Renault's words, Elf didn't know where to put the ice cream she was holding. When she saw Renault's gaze, she handed it over with a pitiful look.
"Um... what are you thinking? You've already eaten half of it. Can I take it away? Eat up, but remember not to eat anything else after changing bodies. You can eat whatever you want after the body switch."
Ruffling Elf's head, Renault looked at her maid outfit, which looked a bit like G36's.
"Did G36 make your clothes?"
Hearing Renault's words, Elf, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly scooped up a big spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth. At this moment, hearing Renault's question, she could only nod with a wrinkled little face. She had eaten too much at once, and the ice cream was making her head ache.
It seemed that G36 had altered her own clothes to fit Elf. Other people did offer her clothes, but Elf clearly preferred G36's maid outfit, and the clothes lent by others...
Either they were too loose or the colors didn't match. C96's clothes were especially scanty, and the only one with somewhat normal clothes, M200, probably couldn't spare any extra...
G36 had previously proposed going out with the dolls to buy some clothes, but he didn't expect it to be for this reason.
Renault had already agreed to it before, but now that he thought about it, besides buying clothes... well, let's skip that. Making clothes from cotton grown by themselves? That was too much trouble. If they kept going like this, his place might become a full-fledged agricultural enterprise.
But didn't P90 like collecting clothes?
Instead of letting her touch other people's clothes, why not let her make her own? Starting with growing cotton?
Meanwhile, in the dining hall on the first floor of the dormitory, P90, sitting at the table with chopsticks in hand, suddenly felt a chill for no reason, even shivering involuntarily!
"Hiss!"
"Huh? What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your body or neural core? Do you need to see the commander for repairs?"
This shiver startled the NZ75 next to her, but she still suggested that P90 should go find the commander and get checked.