Chapitre 165: Chapter 165: Getting Along Nicely
Eleven bullets pierced through the armor plating of Destroyer's neural core, but only a small fragment lodged into the core itself.
While she won't die, she might lose some memories or data.
It's best to replace her neural core; this one is no longer usable. Continuing to use it might make Destroyer even dumber than she already is.
After gathering materials, He made a protective device for Destroyer's neural core. The shrapnel inside cannot be removed. Trying to remove it would require cutting open the neural core, likely resulting in Destroyer's death.
As for backing up the data? What's the point? It would just create another Destroyer. MDR is a living example. Her neural cloud data was backed up, and then what?
Just another argumentative companion for her.
"Let me out! Where am I!? What about my body!?" Destroyer cried out from the laptop screen.
"Here, isn't that sieve-like thing on the table your body? Just stay here for now; your neural core isn't suitable for movement." Renault pushed Destroyer's neural core towards the laptop, revealing the wound.
"Waaa! Why did you dismantle my neural core directly!? Doesn't this mean we can't even back up my data!?" Destroyer exclaimed.
On the other side of Destroyer's neural core fixation device, another neural core, reduced to just a central core, was placed on the table. Renault held a connector cable, ready to plug it into the computer.
"Well, conditions are limited. Both of you are unlucky; it's good enough to have a place to stay. Just stay here and wait for me to prepare new cores for both of you." Renault connected this M1911 core to the computer.
"Hmm? No response?" After connecting this neural core to the computer, Renault saw the indicator light on the data transfer device light up, but the computer screen still only showed Destroyer.
Could this neural core be completely damaged? It was working fine when he checked it just now.
"Move aside a bit; let me see if there's someone behind you." Hearing Renault's words, Destroyer turned to the side. As she turned, she immediately saw a figure curled up in the corner.
"There she is, but why is she sitting there motionless, like she crashed?" Destroyer approached, not realizing that she had been beaten up before.
She poked the forehead of the doll neural core with her finger, feeling a bit dissatisfied. Although the data feedback did indicate contact with the other party, it lacked the tangible sensation of touch she had when she had a body.
It's better to have a real body.
But Destroyer's behavior did not go unnoticed. The doll suddenly raised her head and rubbed her eyes. "Is it morning?" she asked, looking at Destroyer with a bewildered look.
"Hey? Hey!? A Sangvis Ferri Doll!? Have I been captured!? Weapons! Weapons!" After staring dumbfoundedly at Destroyer for a few seconds, the doll frantically searched her body, trying to find her weapon for self-defense.
But they were currently in a simulated space within the computer. Even if she found her weapon, what could she do? Renault had already set it up to prohibit electronic attacks between these two neural cores, and they only had one central core, so they couldn't engage in electronic combat anyway.
As soon as she pulled out her weapon, the Griffin T-Doll realized that there was a glaring red circle on her weapon, with a big cross inside it.
"Huh!? What's going on!?"
Thump, thump.
Renault tapped on the table. "Look here, don't look at your fake weapon; tell me, who are you? How should I address you?" Renault yawned; he hadn't slept all night, and he was tired too.
"I belong to G&K, the 14th support team of the joint operation unit... UMP40... I think... probably." Upon hearing Renault's question, UMP40 subconsciously responded, but as she spoke, even she lacked confidence.
After all, she had personally spread the virus among those Griffin T-Dolls, causing the demise of both Griffin and the members of the joint operation unit. She didn't even know which side she belonged to anymore.
Hmm?
UMP40?
Why does that sound so familiar?
Renault scratched his head; he felt like there were a few T-Dolls in the plot who were somewhat similar to this one, and there were several models of UMP too.
But it shouldn't be her in the game's plot. After all, if it weren't for him, this one might have been melted down and rebuilt with the remains of those T-Dolls.
It's impossible for her to appear in the plot; maybe he confused her model with a few other UMP models.
"No, no, no! How is this possible!? She's clearly a Sangvis Ferri T-Doll! Even the system she's using is our OGAS system! How could she be a Griffin T-Doll!?" Destroyer pointed at UMP40 dissatisfiedly.
With her indignant appearance, it seemed as if UMP40 had betrayed their Sangvis Ferri faction.
"It doesn't matter; for now, the two of you can only get along well in this computer. If you want something, build it yourself, but don't make it too big. This computer can't handle your antics. That's it; I'm going to catch some sleep." Hearing UMP40's identity, Renault nodded.
None of this mattered. What mattered was finding a place to rest for a while.
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