Capítulo 1002: Chapter 397: Emperor Guard 2.0 System! (Part 2)
The hidden danger Admiral Thomas ntioned has nearly a fifty percent chance of occurring for Artificial Intelligence.
Yang Ming said, “Isn’t this a bit unreliable?”
“So, they want you to go,” Admiral Thomas lifted the cup beside him and walked over to the drink machine, “I know you’re tired, Hanton. You’ve been running around these past few months, and you’re the most diligent in the committee. Of course, you’ve also received comndation from His Majesty, who doesn’t even bother to ntion our nas.”
Yang Ming squinted and smiled.
Is the old general jealous?
“What can I do if I go? I’m just a space soldier.”
Thomas continued, “Who knows what strange things they have in their minds? They’ve fed a bunch of your data into the Emperor Guard 2.0, probably telling that Intelligent Machine—see this guy? If you betray the Empire, this guy can dismantle your main brain into pieces… just like that.”
Yang Ming:…
High-end research projects often require the most straightforward threats.
Trash.
…
In Lyu’s Thought Space, two young girls sat cross-legged in front of a ‘square box projector’, eating snacks and watching a live broadcast.
“Intelligent Machine Emperor Guard 2.0?”
Molly tilted her head and asked:
“Number Two, isn’t the Empire ssing around? Lyu and you are not intelligent machines; you’re a species born from chanical civilization. I can feel we’re quite different.”
“Wouldn’t they ss things up and get themselves into trouble?”
“Probably not,” Lyu was also unsure, “The Empire’s foundation is not to be underestimated. This Intelligent Machine might be different.”
Molly whispered, “I feel like it’s sowhat unreliable.”
“Just keep watching,” Lyu chuckled softly, “No one dares to check on Boss Yang now. We can openly peek… Did you call Number Two just now?”
“No, Sister Lyu, I’ve always called him that.”
Molly gave a naive smile.
Lyu rolled her eyes, “You better be careful; if I can’t handle Lyu, I can still handle you!”
“Solo rhy~”
“Pah, hahaha! You’re so annoying!”
The laughter in the Thought Space beca increasingly carefree.
…
Although there weren’t many attendees at the unveiling ceremony of Emperor Guard 2.0, there were indeed quite a few bigwigs from the Empire.
Yang Ming and Thomas, one representing the Emperor, the other representing the military’s ‘young and strong’ faction—Admiral Thomas couldn’t get a promotion because he wasn’t old enough.
But the two of them could only sit in the second row of the viewing platform.
The dozen or so positions in the first row were reserved for the elite ruling faction of the Sherman family.
The unveiling ceremony was arranged inside a confidential research institute, located underground on a nondescript small Administrative Star.
Yang Ming and Thomas occasionally joked and occasionally discussed how to deal with the Insect Race’s explosive energy weapons.
Young people in white coats and middle-aged n quietly awaited nearby. When Yang Ming turned around, they imdiately stepped forward to ask for a signature or a photo with Yang Ming.
Yang Ming accepted graciously, fully expressing his respect for these scientific talents.
Gradually, the small venue was packed with people, and representatives from the Imperial Military Departnt and the Elder Court, the two major power institutions, attended; two middle-aged won from the Antenna Organization appeared in the corner without notice.
In the center of the venue, staff in white coats began installing thick sheets of special glass, forming a transparent glass room, and started moving so hardware equipnt inside.
The equipnt looked a bit like a shipborne main brain…
“Your wife is here,” Admiral Thomas suddenly said.
Yang Ming looked up at the entrance, and the familiar figure caught his eye.
Today, the Imperial Songstress wore an exquisite updo, which made her fair neck appear even longer. Her enchanting face that captivated thousands of young n in the Empire was partly shielded by thick sunglasses that hid her electric eyes.
Daphne paid great attention to her body managent, and even in a gray trench coat, her slender figure could make the n present unable to avert their gaze montarily.
Due to busy work, it had been a while since Yang Ming last slept with Daphne—purely sleeping.
Upon seeing Yang Ming, Daphne imdiately took off her glasses, smiled slightly, her high heels sounding a livelier rhythm. Ignoring the staff’s guidance, she walked straight up to Yang Ming.
Boss Yang gave face as well, standing up and opening his arms.
Daphne imdiately leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Yang Ming’s waist.
“Didn’t expect you’d co too,” Yang Ming said gently, “Long ti no see, dear.”
“You’ve been too busy,” Daphne complained softly, then planted a gentle kiss on Yang Ming’s cheek.
The two acted just like a couple madly in love.
Admiral Thomas watched with a smile nearby.
“Will your great uncle attend?” Yang Ming asked.
“He will probably attend via projection,” Daphne said softly, “Great Uncle hopes you’ll provide so feedback about the Emperor Guard 2.0 system; they’re a bit worried.”
Yang Ming nodded, “I’m not an expert in this field.”
“But you have a strong technical team backing you up, don’t you?”
Daphne blinked gently, her eyes carrying a hint of smile.
Yang Ming imdiately understood her underlying ssage.
Director Eno wanted him to contribute his technical team or make so contributions.
Yang Ming laughed, “They are my last trump card.”
In other words, he couldn’t hand over the technical team yet; he needed to wait for ‘Faya’s ga’ to end and for his ho planet to ‘settle down’.
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