The Light Speed Ambition was utterly bewildered at the moment. Of course, having just been born, it understood nothing, yet it instinctively felt a deep malice emanating from these old men.
But it couldn't move and was at the mercy of their manipulation.
However, inside its mind, the Light Speed Ambition frantically reached out to its master through the power of the Spirit contract.
Regrettably, the only feedback it received was assurance that there was no danger to its life.
Fortunately, the old men didn't research for long before they gave up, their faces etched with resignation.
The composition of the Mechanical Race was completely different from carbon-based life forms, and they couldn't decipher much in such a short time.
Unless they dismantled the spaceship to scrutinize it inside and out, it would be difficult to discern anything significant.
