Chapter 136: Hands-On Approach for Prosperity
"Isn't that a bit...!?" Upon hearing CF05's explanation, NZ75 instinctively exclaimed, but then quickly lowered her voice, cautiously glancing at MP40 and C96 who were consulting Renault.
"Isn't that a bit too much? Won't the Commander be touching us all over!? That's not very appropriate!" Whispering, NZ75 frowned and spoke to CF05.
"Uh, well... I don't think so? After all, we watched the components of the body being manufactured piece by piece and then assembled together. We didn't think about that at the time." P38 tilted her head, explaining.
Initially, she and Nagant watched their own bodies being made piece by piece by Renault and then assembled together. At the time, they were completely immersed in the excitement of getting new bodies, so they didn't think about these things at all.
Hmm? Maybe because they are low-level T-Dolls, so the desire to have a good body is so strong in their minds that they overlook other feelings?
In that case, "MDR, did you feel anything when you changed bodies? MDR, being an advanced T-Doll, would probably have more feelings about this, right?"
"Huh? Feelings? What feelings could there be? One moment it's dark, the next moment it's light, and I'm already in the new body. What other feelings could there be?" MDR, who was busy arguing with someone on an anonymous board, looked at P38 and the others with some confusion upon hearing this.
"But... but, Commander..." NZ75's face turned red upon hearing MDR's completely unemotional 'thoughts.'
Just thinking about changing into a new body, and having every inch, from the ribs inside to the armor plates outside, inspected by Renault...
Hiss!?
Oh no! Is it even useful to go to the Doll Rights Protection Association now? Oh, they burnt their branch just the other night, so there's no way...
"Uh, why don't you go help the Commander yourself? Whether it's cutting and shaping or assembling, just follow the steps the Commander gives." Simonov, who had approached, pointed towards Renault, looking at NZ75's flushed cheeks.
Hmm? Can it be done like that?
NZ75's eyes lit up upon hearing this, immediately running towards Renault, intending to request to personally make and use her own body... even though it sounded a bit weird...
"Want to make it yourself? Sure, no problem. But is it just you? Does anyone else want to help? If it's convenient, ask them for me."
Wanting to help is certainly a good thing. NZ75 is such a good kid, knowing that Renault is busy, she came over to offer help herself, whereas Simonov had to be called over by him earlier.
Hmm, there's a bit of reluctance too, she's a lazy bum who doesn't like to work.
"Uh? Okay, I'll go ask!" Upon hearing Renault's easy agreement, NZ75 felt happy, but suddenly a sense of guilt arose for no reason. Did she imagine too much?
After questioning everyone, NZ75 brought everyone over except for MP40 and C96. Even RFB, who had just bought a new game, had to put down her game console and reluctantly followed.
"Commander! What are we doing now?" With the burden lifted, NZ75 and the group of T-Dolls ran over lightly.
"Well, it's good that everyone's here. It's not difficult at all. Go classify the parts by number over by the machine tools, put the ones with the same number together. For assembly, just follow the design drawings in the computer, it's very simple."
He had already set up all the parts models. With so many T-Dolls helping, all the bodies could probably be replaced by tomorrow, no, even tonight.
"Understood!"
With Renault's command, the group of T-Dolls immediately got to work, checking and classifying the machined parts one by one. It only took them the morning to finish the work that Renault could have done in several days.
The efficiency of these T-Dolls is indeed remarkable. How did he not think of asking Simonov and the others to help earlier?
Probably realizing the superior performance contained in these extremely sturdy alloy steels, all the T-Dolls were full of energy, and even a super spicy hot pot for lunch couldn't dampen NZ75 and the others' enthusiasm for work.
Renault had to look at MDR and Simonov, who were goofing off on the side, with a helpless gaze. The gap between these T-Dolls and those T-Dolls is indeed a bit too big.
"Hey! Renault! Scarecrow asked me to come over and get something!" In the evening, Destroyer, who was responsible for escorting the trucks on the coastal road, suddenly appeared at the factory gate, shouting as she ran towards the kitchen inside the factory.
"Huh? You're clearly here to freeload, aren't you? Is Sangvis Ferri work so easy? And those things were purchased in the morning, why are you coming now?" Renault, who was guiding NZ75 and the others in assembling the bodies, was a bit speechless upon seeing Destroyer at the door.
This idiot, she only uses her brain when it comes to freeloading. She deliberately slows down the convoy's speed, delaying until dinner time to reach the city, so to be able to come here to freeload a meal.
"Hehehe! There are many, many reasons for this, after all, the road isn't always smooth sailing, ah, it hurts, why does G36 hit so hard!?" While speaking, Destroyer's little hand reached towards the meat patties on the table.
Unfortunately, before she could reach halfway, she was hit on the hand with a spoon by G36.
"Wash your hands first!"
"Yes, yes, I know!" Interrupted in her attempt to steal food, Destroyer pouted and nodded, then turned to G36 who had turned away, making a face like a mischievous child.
How did Sangvis' designer make such elite T-Dolls?
Are they infected by those IOP T-Dolls?
"What are you doing? And I haven't seen you before, are you new?"
Not long after, Destroyer, who had washed her hands, walked over with two meat patties, eating one while curiously watching NZ75 and the others tinkering with their T-Doll bodies.
"Uh, we just arrived a couple of days ago, so of course you haven't seen us. We're assembling our new bodies here. After we change into them, hitting people will hurt just like G36." NZ75 pointed to Destroyer's forehead, chuckling.
"Yikes! Are we going to have six more G36s!?" Upon hearing this, Destroyer shuddered, instantly imagining the scene of seven G36s plus a proxy lecturer surrounding her in her mind.
"What are you thinking? There's only one G36, they won't become G36s, they'll just have the same strength as her. Go eat on the table, all the scraps are falling on the floor!"
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