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Hearing such a cold-blooded statement from Tapai, Number 43 almost thought the person before him was a mechanical AI!
"Please, help me! I beg you! Just save me, and I'll adopt Sun Jack's ideologies! I would even join Liberation Theology! I'll help you overthrow the Holy Grail with all my heart!"" Number 43 pleaded desperately.
However, Tapai found his words very strange. "This is different from what you said in the Metropolis, didn't you say that the Metropolis doesn't need Sun Jack?""
"I didn't understand before! But now I do!" Number 43, seeing the bloodied Hopelily, grew more anxious by the second, fearing she would go offline at any moment.
Tapai spoke again. "Why are you humans like this, hating him when you're wealthy, despising him when you're middle-class, and yearning for him when you're poor?"
"It seems he's just a tool for you, something to fight for your own interests when needed, and to be forgotten when not." Anger tinged Tapai's voice.
"Is this so-called independent thought of yours all fake? Are all your behaviors controlled by your current class? If so, what makes you different from animals that act for mating and food, or from AI robots that operate on programmed instructions?"
With a pained expression, Number 43 clenched his fists tightly and slammed them on the ground. "Enough with this bullshit! There are so many people suffering unbearably, and I'm asking you just one thing! Are you going to save us or not?"
"I won't. My highest priority right now is to find him. He's just a tool for you, but to me, he's the only one. How much you suffer doesn't concern me at all; I can't feel it. My emotion simulation software serves him alone." Having said that, Tapai disconnected without a moment's hesitation.
Number 43's hysterical curses echoed in the Dissolution Cave. He wanted to do something, but after the exam, it seemed he had no solution except to curse furiously.
But looking at Hopelily in his arms, he suppressed the despair in his heart and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it's okay! It's okay! We don't need Sun Jack; I can save you! I'll definitely get you out of here."
The weakened Hopelily smiled weakly and nodded, leaning into his embrace. "Okay..."
As time slowly passed, he watched as Hopelily's complexion turned increasingly pale. Desperate, he kept trying to contact Tapai but received no response.
"Hope, don't panic. We still have money. When the Graffiti Gang comes again, I'll bribe them. We still have hope!" Number 43 babbled against the wall, seemingly comforting both the person in his arms and himself.
But as he kept talking, he sensed something was wrong. When he looked down, he found that Hopelily was already motionless in his arms.
Number 43 stood numbly in place, staring blankly at the familiar face as if he were turned to wood.
"Hello, my name is Hopelily."
"Number 43! We have a new home!"
"Life will get better and better. Once we're settled, why don't we have a baby?"
No one knew how much time passed, but then a restless clamor arose from outside, mixed with the sounds of gunfire and explosions. "Mom! Where are you? I've brought Bro! We've come to save you!!"
As Old Six raised his right hand, the back of his arm split open rapidly, and a red-tipped rocket shot out swiftly, causing the stalactites in the Dissolution Cave to shake violently and fall continuously.
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Just as a combat mechanical spider, looking about seven or eight meters wide, was rapidly approaching in a reversed crawl, a streak of yellow light flashed by, and the combat machinery shattered into pieces.
Under the gaze of everyone present, with the flamethrowers of his thrusters firing angrily, Sun Jack, clad in battle armor, rose from the wreckage.
His speed was incredibly fast, rapidly weaving through the battlefield, leaving a trail of mechanical and flesh debris wherever he went. Facing him, fully armed, the Graffiti Gang members stood no chance and quickly crumbled in defeat, retreating in disarray.
Sun Jack descended in front of the cage, and with a raise of his right prosthetic hand, a missile shot out, instantly blowing apart the metal bars before him.
Amidst the rising dust, he stepped forward, and his pupils narrowed, instantly locking onto the stunned Number 43.
He charged over and, without saying a word, drew three data cables from behind and swiftly plugged them into the other's neural sockets for a meticulous memory check.
Once he confirmed that the person before him was indeed not the original, truly just as the Ta Faction had claimed, someone stuffed with Sun Jack's memories, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Damn, where the hell is the original body!"
He then shifted his attention to Hopelily, who was in the arms of Number 43, after a quick scan, he turned and shouted towards the exit of the Dissolution Cave, "Old Six! Your mom's dead!!"
"Your mom's the one that's dead!" Old Six, cursing and swearing while live-streaming, ran in from outside and then hoisted Hopelily onto his back from Number 43's arms.
"Your mom's dead, and you're not crying?"
"Cry my ass, my mom's been dead! She moved earlier, who knows what was controlling her body!"
Old Six, feeling the familiar scent from behind, found his mood greatly improved. "Mom, we're leaving, I'm taking you home!"
Seeing Old Six leave, Sun Jack turned to address the others in the cave, "Let's get out of here! I've dealt with the Graffiti Gang, no one's going to experiment on you anymore!"
Amidst the cheers of "Long live King Wansui," everyone excitedly ran towards the outside.
"Bro, don't be too sad," Sun Jack patted Number 43, who was still in a daze, on the shoulder, then turned and left the cave.
After a long time, Number 43 lifted his head, looking at the retreating figure of Sun Jack, with hatred in his eyes deepening by the moment. "Sun! Jack!!"
Upon returning to Utopia Security's underground facility, Sun Jack immediately communicated through the Sun Jack network to all other clones, "Confirmed again, that's not the original, just someone with some Sun Jack memories."
"If it's neither the original nor a clone, then why does this person have our memories?"
As all the clones were arguing incessantly, the words of one Sun Jack silenced everyone present. "It's a decoy, intended to disrupt our search for the original body."
Hearing this, Sun Jack's expression became instantly grave. If it was a decoy, that meant the disappearance of the original was no accident but someone's deliberate act, which was more troublesome than the original's death.