To continue to develop on the basis of controlling smart brain technology, harnessing this staggeringly immense computing power to support scientific research, certain unavoidable measures are necessary.
Li Pan didn't know how to comfort Eighteen, but perhaps there was no need for him to do so.
After all, the clever girl probably already knew about her own end.
The base truck. Eighteen drove out from between the layers of ice, coming to a stop before a massive alloy door. It could truly be called massive—the thing was as gigantic as a gravity dam, a huge lump of alloy sealing the entrance to the main body of the base, emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
Base vehicle. Eighteen turned on the high-beam lights, aiming a laser pointer at a control panel, then, on that panel, a red light also began to shine, blinking slowly.
"Boss, I've already requested docking, you just need to scan it,"
