Eighty-four hours later, the owner reappeared. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info Lofes was so happy that he leaped happily, tightened his legs, and swayed his waist, and flew like a mermaid to the ark embedded in the trench.

Her instincts, longing and longing, told her that the master was inspecting the ark.

In the deepest part of the Atacama Trench, a towering mountain stretches across the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean, covered with tenacious corals, dense with anaerobic mosses and dotted with barnacles. Like a spike rising from the ground, it took root in the depths of the bottomless Atacama Trench, and the pinnacle broke through the ground and pointed straight into the sky, sharp enough to fear that the passing blue whale would have its belly sliced.

With the shimmer at the foot of the pinnacle and the deep-sea spotlight of Protos No. 2, Lofes once swam over to see the full view of the peak. Once ten kilometers across, Lofes can look up to the side of the mountain - a wall that cuts through the seabed. Looking up, all you can see is the outline of the plump and bulging edge of the top of the wall, and when you turn your head to look, you can't see where the other end of the high wall ends. When she swam close and touched this high wall separating the north and south, the rich loneliness and loneliness rolled and burned in her chest, as if a place of kerosene had been ignited. Because she suddenly felt that if someone was locked on either side of this wall, it would be an insurmountable goodbye.

This green peak under the sea that stands on the top of the sky is called "Ark".

Lofes learns frighteningly fast, she swims as beautiful as a dugong but as fast as a swordfish. In the blink of an eye, he twisted his waist slightly, floated behind his master, swinged his bare feet, and protested coquettishly: "The master came to see the ark, not to see me." ”

The master's long hair was like a dark cloud, thinly spreading in the water, and he didn't even look back: "Lopis, I don't have time." My combat suit was so old that I could only work in the trench for three minutes at a time. ”

She floated in front of a reef at the bottom of the ark. The seaweed-covered reef rolls and cracks as usual, spitting out a sleek pile of feedback screens and three-sided typing plates. The master hurriedly typed in the program, and his mouth was busy muttering, "I must ...... Before the Ark's load-bearing structures aged, complete the advanced programming of the command software so that they could follow my instructions once they were integrated into the human command layer - oh my God, I don't know if I could do it. The base coding system of C-FE combat units is different from that commonly used......"

"Master, do you prefer a unit with a mind confinement?" Lofes queried the database and understood the concept of command software programming.

"That's not mind imprisonment, Lopez." The master retorted, "That's called logic and order." This is necessary for individuals to maintain cooperation with each other. ”

Lopis began to inquire about "logic" and "order".

"I have logic, too." Lopis floated behind his master, gradually angry, and the master did not even look back at her, "I am the embodiment of truth, kindness, and love. I worked hard to implement the basic mods you implanted in me. ”

"Really?" All the energy of the owner is poured into the architecture of the code, perfunctory rhetorical questions.

"Yes. Lophes loved his master with genuine kindness, but no one loved Lophes. The man behind him said in disappointment.

The master's heart was so tired that she even paused her crackling typing, bowed her head in frustration, and lowered her arms to explain: "Lopis, how many times have I said that I must leave when I finish work." My combat suit resists the high pressures of the deep sea and can only function normally for three minutes...... You don't want to watch me being squeezed into a bag of ketchup by a thousand kilograms per square centimeter of water in your arms, do you? ”

Lofes said expectantly: "The master can break Protos's body and live in Protos's body, and I will catch fish for you to eat......"

"Oh, get older! Lopis! The master shook his head in annoyance, raised his hand and continued typing, "I've been burned enough." I love you Lopis too, but I have to work, it's your responsibility and mine. ”

Lofes floated gently in the water for a while, slowly sank down, sat lightly on the reef with his legs crossed, his chin buried in his knees, his deep black pupils glistening in the faint light of the typing board, and quietly watched his master work.

The gigantic Protos was still far away. Its every move will cause a fierce vortex, so when it is in a daze, it is like a majestic mountain.

The master is busy and knocks down the last line of the program. The information was instantly transmitted to the Ark. As if the gods opened their eyes, two bright lights lit up at the bottom of the ark, and the entire majestic ark shook, and the mud and sand shook off a hazy and turbid mist.

Watching with her knees crossed, she turned her head to look at the ark that had begun to work, and she heard the sound of tiny and dense printing.

"This is the thirteenth." Lofes tilted his head and frowned, looking at the brightly lit nanoprint cabin at the bottom of the ark: "Master, isn't it enough for you to have Lofes?" Why create these obedient 'engineering units'? ”

"As long as I equip them with nanounit uniforms, their firepower is equivalent to that of an infantry division of humanity." The master muttered in reply, shutting down the console in a stirring mood, twisting his waist and swimming his feet towards the ark at work: "They are different from you, Lopis. You are my hole cards, and they are my hope. ”

Lopez felt a pain in his heart. Bitter jealousy arises spontaneously. She asked nonsensibly, "Non-combat units can't match me." I'm the hope of my masters, they're not. ”

The owner didn't hear it, she had already swam outside the nanoprint cabin. The massive ark has been thickly parasitized by craggy corals and slippery algae, turning it into an underwater pinnacle; Outside the nano-printing cabin, there is a bright and square hatch, although the surface is rusted and potholed, it is clean and clean, and it is clearly separated from the seaweed-covered ark.

The master stretched out his hand to touch it, and the hatch suddenly slid open, and the sea water poured into the cabin, and the master swam in skillfully with a swing of his waist. This is a bathroom-sized decompression chamber for personnel access.

When the hatch was about to close, Lopis rippled a few times with his legs, flew like a sprinting sardine, rushed into the hatch, silently held on to the wall and stopped next to his master, watching the hatch slowly close.

It had always been like this - Lopis had to work hard to pester his master so that he would not be left out of his sight.

The decompression hatch is closed. Lopis and his master stood side by side in the water, like two strangers in an elevator, looking up at the numbers on the display, unable to say anything to each other.

900 kPa. 800 kPa. 700 kPa ...... The water pressure decreases layer by layer, and the pressure is slowly reduced to 100 kPa, and the atmospheric pressure is restored. The gills of the beauty behind Lofes's ears fanned slightly, spitting out foam, enduring the torment of silence.

After the decompression was completed, suddenly the hatch opened, and the sea water spurted out, pushing the unstable Lofes to the cold seamless steel plate. The blinding light enveloped Lofes like a flame, and she closed her eyes in agony—her eyes were so used to the darkness of the ocean floor that every time she entered the ark, she was blinded by the light.

Rubbing his eyes, Lofes shook the buttress to his feet, and looked around blankly, surrounded by familiar furnishings: the "warning" lights on the white walls stubbornly flashed non-stop, indicating that the engine had been destroyed; The "nanoprint cabin" in ancient Hebrew is constantly flickering, indicating that the energy is below the warning threshold, and there is a puddle of indistinguishable stains on it, which cannot be wiped off no matter what, according to the owner's explanation - the blood of the Seraphic Angel will ablate the hull of the ship, so it cannot be washed away with water.

She woke up to barely see a milky white capsule longer than a car in the print shop in the distance, slowly rotating like a barbecue grill, with blue light flashing inside, illuminating the ceiling. She knew that the owner was using the parts printing pod in the workshop to make engineering C-Fe units. The master had already entered all the programs, and he was just waiting for the nanoprint chamber to print the data molecule by molecule to humanoid units.

As the huge capsule rotated, Lopis could see through the glass that the head inside had taken shape: it was a blonde egg-faced quiet girl, with meticulous braids of blonde hair curled over her head, separated by flowing bangs. The morning light of blonde hair hides the closed eyes, and the quiet long eyelashes are like steady butterfly wings, making people expect it to flutter occasionally. The thin eyebrows are like fine strokes, the tip of the nose is exquisitely straight, and the thin lips are lined, as holy as a goddess resting in the sunset of Olympus.

Lofes's heart fluttered, and he realized that there is beauty and ugliness in the world. She couldn't help but look at the reflection on the porthole, and examined her facial features with trepidation to see if she was three points more refined than the person in the cabin. (To be continued.) )