A40's processing program was constant, fixated on combat, making it well-suited to be sent to join such a deadly competition.
"Boss!" A40 responded lively, sounding fully charged.
"Where are you now?" Xu Yang sat cross-legged on the ground. On the other end of the communication, one could hear the noisy background. A40 must be inside some building, possibly near an industrial fan humming vigorously, its blades at least a meter in diameter to make such a roaring noise.
"An old factory in the suburbs of Anjiu City," said A40, "in Sugar Town, Chitome."
"Sounds pretty remote."
"After Seeking Shadow kills someone, he always comes back here. Our supplies are here as well."
"The supply needs for two Synthetic Humans shouldn't be much."
"Boss, you're out of the loop," A40 said. "Now, we're no mere two Synthetic Humans, but a large society with over 100 members."
"Oh? How did that come about?" Xu Yang hadn't realized they had developed on their own.
