Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
It was a pair of eyes that belonged to a mechanical being, emotionless and without warmth. From the first moment he saw this administrator, Jiang Ci felt that he was somewhat similar to Luci, not only in appearance, but also in aura; there were also differences, though.
Luci was emotionally weak, very indifferent to the surrounding things, but in front of Jiang Ci, this robot seemed even colder. This was not a coldness like Ivy’s, which was deliberately shown on the surface to hide his heart, but an inherent one.
Perhaps because, unlike other races, mechanical beings did not have living beating hearts, emotions were difficult for them to understand.
Jiang Ci did not flinch looking into these eyes. He asked in a warm voice, “What is your name?”
Jiang Ci looked on as the humanoid weapon did not make a sound in response, he expressionlessly pulled out a virtual panel, wrote down “S-01” number on it.
This was the serial code.
Each robot had its own code.
Jiang Ci realized this and immediately said, “Only the code, no name?”
His voice was also completely indifferent, “You can call me by the number in that code.”
Jiang Ci felt that this was not good. He could not help but ask, “Why do you not have a name for yourself?”
Ivy, Noyce and Ash, they all had names for themselves.
S-01 did not change his expression, “I wanted to wait for you.”
“Wait for me?” Jiang Ci paused.
The humanoid weapon in front of him was behaving very cold, but understanding that the other party had been waiting for him to arrive, wanted to be given a name, Jiang Ci’s heart filled with a kind of indefinable feeling.
The other gave him a formulaic answer, “I always think of you. So that the database would not be affected, I went into a state of slumber to wait for your arrival.”
Always thinking of someone meant caring for that person.
As the person in question, Jiang Ci suddenly couldn’t say anything.
Before coming to the Machine territory, Jiang Ci wondered if it was hell to be a race administrator, thinking that giving eternal life to administrators with normal feelings was equivalent to giving them eternal loneliness.
Robots lacked emotions, and it seemed like they didn’t have to experience loneliness, but Jiang Ci now realized that he might not have understood that correctly.
By this time Luci had followed him in, and he and the humanoid weapon stood to the left and right beside Jiang Ci. Jiang Ci looked at them, and for a moment even had the feeling that they were twins.
“So you want me to give you a name, is that it?” Jiang Ci asked him slowly.
The other nodded.
Jiang Ci had a little difficulty; after all, he was terrible with names…
After looking left and right, Jiang Ci hesitated, “Fer… what do you think?”
The name is a real hammer, Jiang Ci thought to himself.
As soon as Jiang Ci’s words fell, he felt Luci watching him, and he felt for a moment that his decision seemed rather unwise.
The cold humanoid weapon had nodded in agreement.
The matter was finalized. Although Luci did not say anything, Jiang Ci was quite sensitive to him by now, and so he detected that Luci must be in a bit of an unhappy mood.
“Luci,” Jiang Ci called him.
The silver-haired Celestial who was lightly called by name slightly lowered his eyes, looking still emotionally faint, but in front of Jiang Ci he intentionally acted calm.
Jiang Ci turned his head, “After sleeping for so long, do you need to replenish energy or anything else?”
According to Jiang Ci’s prior understanding, mechanical life needed to rely on energy to operate, and said energy was stored in their internal energy core and had to be replenished upon consumption.
“No,” Fer responded coldly, for this humanoid weapon did not know how to treat Jiang Ci gently even though He was his creator.
In his database, there was no record of “tenderness” for the time being.
Jiang Ci said, “Let’s head out.”
The silver-haired humanoid weapon did not say a word and followed Jiang Ci’s instructions, and Jiang Ci left the structure together with him. The other robots waiting outside saw them walk out and their expressions changed, bordering on surprise.
On one hand, they did not expect the administrator to be awakened, but on the other hand, they took it for granted.
Jiang Ci thought robots were really easy to understand; if they had emotions, they would act upon them immediately, unlike other races that may hide their feelings in their heart.
After coming out, Jiang Ci looked outside at some spire-shaped buildings, “Why are so many of the city buildings so tall?”
It was no longer tall in the ordinary sense; they nearly reached into the clouds, and just looking at them from afar made people stand in awe.
A N1-class robot next to him promptly replied, “To be closer to you.”
Jiang Ci blinked, and that was when he heard Fer add, “We think you’re as far up as the sun and moon.”
The towering spire was only a very small distance away, and it was so high that they wouldn’t be able to climb there. It was a place that even the winged races could not reach.
“Are you interested in it?” Fer asked expressionlessly.
Jiang Ci nodded, and in a moment he was being driven to one of the spires by a giant robot who did not have a human form.
The spire was in the middle of a large base that seemed to be undergoing some kind of construction. Jiang Ci went inside and saw a somewhat familiar-looking machine.
“What is this?” Jiang Ci walked closer to see; although the shape was not exactly the same, the machine reminded him of rockets.
“It’s an aircraft used to reach higher than the top of the spire. The bottom of the jet generates force for propulsion. It is unfinished,” Fer explained, and Jiang Ci thought it really was similar.
Although it could go higher than the spire, it could not yet reach the sun and the moon.
During Fer’s slumber, the project never got advanced, and Jiang Ci arrived before the finished product was complete.
“This…” Jiang Ci paused, “is also because of me?”
Fer responded in a tone that did not rise and fall, “Yes.”
Robots wanted to reach a higher place just for the one who created them, God.
They longed to see their Creator.
Jiang Ci raised his eyebrows slightly; these mechanical beings made a thousands of years long effort in hopes of approaching him. Jiang Ci could hardly ignore it.
Jiang Ci looked at the flying machine and the nearby obelisk, lost in his own thoughts.
Then, he heard Fer say, “Can I ask you a question?”
Jiang Ci lifted his eyes and smiled at him, “Of course.”
Robots had difficulties understanding emotion, and this was no exception for Fer, who was their administrator.
“Why do I miss you every day even though I haven’t seen you before?” When asking, the humanoid weapon looked ice-cold; his expression didn’t feel like it matched what he was expressing in his words. “No matter what I am doing at the moment, I suddenly think of you.”
No matter what he was busy with, any chance point in time, Fer would suddenly think of Him. He was deeply confused by this. “Did you set up such a program when you created me?”
Because he was always thinking and generating new data, Fer had long ago divided a separate area in his database to store data about Jiang Ci.
Jiang Ci smiled after being slightly taken aback for a second.
The humanoid weapon asked the question to be able to understand Jiang Ci; he expressed his thoughts to Jiang Ci directly.
Jiang Ci shook his head and seriously answered, “No.”
This answer made the humanoid weapon in front of him even more puzzled; if there was not some fixed running program, why would he keep repeating such an illogical behavior?
Mechanical beings do everything with plans and purpose. In order to achieve anything, they’d first set up a plan to follow. However, the daily thought about God would bring about no result, so they could be said to be meaningless.
“Then, why?” Fer asked.
Jiang Ci found this question a bit difficult to answer, because it was asking him to explain feelings to a mechanical being.
“It’s longing,” Jiang Ci tried to put it simply. “Thoughts are a kind of emotion, and emotions are not like quantitative data or established programs, they are more uncontrollable.”
Fer stood by with an expressionless face, listening.
As a Machine administrator, this robot in front of Jiang Ci was the only one that could be classified as an S-class model existence, and rightly so, the most powerful humanoid weapon.
His body was as cold as his expression.A robot had no heartbeat, let alone a warm body temperature. Both of these could be simulated, but that was hardly necessary.
Fer raised his left hand to his heart. The emotion Jiang Ci called “longing” often made him feel an illusion of heartbeat without deliberately trying to simulate it. If what he felt was true, then he could only calculate one answer.
“I missed you very much,” the cold humanoid weapon said to Jiang Ci.