"Mr. Duan Mingyuan, where do you think evil truly comes from?"
As soon as the mechanical prison guard began to speak, Duan Mingyuan understood Warden Norton's concerns. It seemed their actions were no longer confined to pre-set programs, but had ventured into the philosophical realm.
Sitting in a chair like a human, the guard's featureless face showed no expression, yet Duan Mingyuan could sense its emotional fluctuations.
He was still unsure whether he was conversing with a curious individual mechanical guard or the Judge that controlled all such guards.
The prison manual suggested that all mechanical guards were creations of the Judge, designed for real-time control of each prison sector. Therefore, each mechanical guard was essentially a projection of the Judge's program, sharing a single consciousness.
"What do you think?"
Duan Mingyuan countered with a question instead of answering.
