"...But after so many things, I realized that if a created thing makes a mistake, then who did this mistake in the end? Is it a creature or a creator?"
With a sigh, Soshiyang glanced at UR-025 beside him.
"Even this guy who is full of lies, is it the one who has made itself like this? In fact, to say something empathetic, I used to be a war machine, the only difference is that you are made of metal, while I am flesh and blood, so I understand your resistance, but we are now in such an era, and we can do nothing."
Galan's deserted face was a little moved, but it quickly returned to the mechanical calm.
"Commander, you are the controller, your command is everything."
"Well, I know, but since you have such intelligence, I hope you can understand it instead of forcing the command to be executed."
"So you want to modify the facility deployment and production procedures, right?"
"Can you adjust to war mode yourself?"
"Can."
"That's good, but the first priority now is recovery. Galand, you have to endure the parasites for a while, but it won't take long to separate from the Comoros predators. During this period, you will give priority to repairing the damaged parts inside and from the inside out. If there are unfinished facilities, build or adjust according to the current situation. In the future, you are a war fortress, and I believe you should know how to plan yourself."
"Receive the instruction and start executing it immediately."
Suddenly, Soshiyan asked a question.
"May I have your name."
Artificial intelligence immediately replied:
"Galan."
"No, no, I say her name, your creator, and... the person you imitate."
After a moment of silence, the artificial intelligence, whose voice became a little soft, spit out a slightly ancient name, as if it was to introduce itself.
"Qingzhao."
"Qingzhao...well, a very unique and beautiful name, but does not have a last name?"
She shook her head, looking at Soshiyang, who was as thin as a pool of deep pools, and said softly:
"I...she's an artificial human."
"Um?"
Soshiyang widened his eyes.
"She...is also an artificial intelligence? Not saying..."
"No, she is not the machine you think. Everything about her is perfectly imitated by humans, but even more so than the latter. She has richer feelings, nobler qualities, and deeper wisdom than humans. She is the most perfect human."
"So she is also a product of some kind of genetic technology?"
"No, although she will cry and she will also shed blood. What makes her is not flesh and blood, but higher-level organic compounds, which can withstand a harsh environment without worrying about lifespan or disease..."
Looking at the artificial intelligence that had briefly experienced some emotional fluctuations, Soshiyang nodded thoughtfully.
"It can be seen that she is indeed very aloof...the poets seem to be like this?"
Suddenly, a person appeared in his mind, Mu Hu.
So he said:
"Stone Man? She...is she a stone man?"
The other party did not answer, Soshiyang looked at UR-025.
"You know what a stone man is, right?"
"Yes."
"Is its creator a stone man?"
"It should be."
"I always feel like you have a lot of things hidden from me."
“Is there any?”
Soshyang sneered and stopped talking nonsense with this cunning machine.
"Has she left any works?"
Hearing his question, Galan's cold face appeared a little surprised.
"Work... Commander, you asked this is..."
"Since I am a poet, I should leave my work. I am just curious, although I don't know much about literary and artistic things."
After hesitating for a moment, Gailan nodded.
“Yes, there are…”
As he said that, a flexible screen was sent here by the anti-gravity platform. After Soshiyan took it, the text immediately appeared on it.
"There are four collections of poems in total... Bai Luan, Qingping, Chi Feng, Mo Shang... Well, it seems to be ancient verses, which are quite different from the style of the holy sang style of the human empire today. I think it's good."
After retracting his gaze, Soshiyang looked at the other party.
"Can I take the reading and introduce it to others?"
"You are the commander, everything here is arranged by you, just..."
Confusion appeared on Galan's face.
“…what does this mean to you?”
"Haha, I am not as rough as I look. Occasionally I will appreciate some art, not to mention... Art works also have their value, not to mention such ancient works, and their own historical information. It is a pity to bury them. Isn't it a poet's most eager to let their works spread?
"Of course, but you didn't say that in the current Galaxy, there is only war? In a universe full of violence and killing, are these... really valuable?"
"some."
Soshyan answered very positively.
"I have a friend, who is in Terra, the hometown of mankind, or on earth. He once told me that human beings should not only have violence and anger. We are also an ancient race with excellent taste. We have wisdom and interest, and we stand firm in the universe. If our race is only war and our treasures are only weapons, then what is the difference between us and green skin?"
At this moment, a smile appeared on Galan's originally mechanically indifferent face, and then he nodded slightly.
"Then...thank you, Commander."
"Well, ah, I'm now... do you have anything to cover up here? I didn't bring the Yanyang Sword..."
“What style of clothing do you want?”
"It doesn't matter, it's OK, just watch it."
“Yes, implement a tailor-made dress protocol.”
Soon, a machine like a giant spider descended from the open ceiling, with hundreds of metal parts similar to limbs, hollow in the middle, then first suspended above Soshiyang's head for a moment, then slowly descended, while the limbs spewed out many filament-like materials.
In less than fifteen seconds, Soshiyan was covered with a set of clothes, and even Gailan thoughtfully lowered a mirror.
It's style...
"What's this again?"
Soshiyang stared at himself in the mirror, and his upper body was covered with a yellow sleeveless underwear, followed by a cloak to outline the muscles, and his lower body was just plain gray pants. This was normal, but there was a black cloak behind him, which made it a bit strange when combined, and it became stranger the more you looked at it.
Gailan immediately explained:
"This is a very popular outfit at that time...male outfit."
"Uh... did humans wear this way at that time?"
A man in a vest and cloak shrouded in gold appeared in Suoshiyang's mind, roaring towards the sky with his fists high...
"Forget it, I will change it after I go back anyway, so let's follow the previous plan. I have other things to deal with, so I will come and see the progress of the work when I have time."
After saying that, he left here with UR-025, leaving only artificial intelligence alone in the empty command center, with a thoughtful look...
Chapter completed!