"Get your gear ready. We've got a contract. I'll send you the coordinates; let's meet up with the other mercenaries," Sun Jack said as he hopped onto Tapai's back.
"Why is it always you riding me? Can't you fly now? When can we switch places, and I take a ride on you?"
As Tapai spoke, its internal systems had already begun preloading various programs and tactical analyses, including infiltration, information cracking, and emergency evacuation plans, quickly gathering and sorting them.
"Stop yapping and let's go," Sun Jack said as he crouched down and banged on Tapai's hard armor twice.
Using micro-expression analysis software to continuously collect the changes in Sun Jack's facial expressions, Tapai quickly deduced his current tense mood. It swiftly gathered various materials from the net, integrated them with its NLG, and began using language to adjust User 001's mood.
"First of all, I'm not picking cotton on a farm, so there's no need to whip me before I work, thank you."
