The plane landed in Germany.

A punk-clad girl wearing a pair of large sunglasses that half covered her face walked off the plane while reading a newspaper. In today's highly technologically advanced world, traditional print media has been pushed to the fringes of the market by new instant messaging platforms, but there are always some people who are more fascinated by this traditional medium - after all, you can't wipe your butt with a tablet in a critical situation.

The young girl was about a little over a meter six, her medium-long brown hair was combed into a neat ponytail, and a leather collar was tied around her slender neck, which was inlaid with a large nut. The plaid skirt is covered with black and white striped stockings and a pair of riding boots on his feet, which looks like a young man chasing the Internet trend.

At the waiting station outside the airport, the girl got into a hovering car.

"Hamburg. Robot Punishment Camp. ”

"Little girl, this isn't like a place for people like you." The driver looked at the girl in the rearview mirror, and even in the maglev flying car, the girl still did not take off the toad glasses.

"Work requires it." The girl's two beautiful long legs were folded together, and her slender fingers flipped through the newspaper she picked up on the plane. It was almost an entire page of reports of the Berlin explosion. So far, a week has passed since the incident, and the death toll has been counted at more than 120,000, and the number of people injured by severe radiation is more than five times that number.

The Commission of Inquiry has begun to hold the countries that fired the five tactical nuclear warheads accountable, but after all, no one would think that Germany had offended all five political blocs at once, and most people thought it was a premeditated cyber intrusion, considering that the chosen target was Berlin, the capital of Germany. A number of extremist political organizations have been listed as suspects.

The five countries involved are conducting rigorous self-examinations in official reports. Breaking through military-grade electronic defenses is some kind of new invasion virus that has never been seen before.

The electronic systems of some secret military bases are completely physically isolated, but they are still being invaded by this new electronic virus. In the accident report. Investigators pointed out that at the time of the data handover, an outside virus invaded the missile launch system from a mobile data device that was supposed to be absolutely safe.

According to investigation records, the virus has been dormant in these military systems for more than two years, and its deformed and evolutionary shell has allowed it to evade repeated system inspections, waiting for instructions from the unknown source. Judging from the traces of this semi-intelligence, it seems to be quite related to the booming artificial intelligence technology.

And all the rest of the information is unknown.

By the time the girl had read the entire volume of the newspaper, her destination had arrived. She jumped out of the taxi. The newspaper in his hand was rolled into a narrow bunch. The girl presented an electronic license at the visitor registration office and went deep underground with the guide.

"It's the first time I've met such a young international police prosecutor."

The security robot leading the way genuinely complimented, and the two walked down the dreary cement cave passage. Old-fashioned, high-power industrial light bulbs are regularly arranged on the concrete walls, and the dim light seems to take time back to the traditional industrial sites of the last century.

"It used to be an abandoned mine, but it was converted into an abandoned robot recycling site forty years ago. When the human rights of robots are recognized, it becomes a so-called punishment camp. Truth be told, apart from some unintentional mistakes, there are few robots that need to be 'disciplined'. We were born to comply with the procedures. It's not that robots are superior to humans, but we're more disciplined than most humans. ”

The security guard chattered and said, seemingly very proud of his robot identity.

"This underground part is still a remnant of the mine's time, and the cavern below has been filled with cement. The place has been in an abandoned state. It was used to store some supplies, and it was not until this Bloo was captured in 1589 that it became a prison for him alone. ”

Visitors seem to be rarely encountered. The security robot was very enthusiastic to talk to the visitors along the way. The two crossed a road of heavy protection, and a reinforced concrete triangular cone for coastal protection covered the entire wide passage. Sometimes. In order to get over the obstacles, the two had to bend down. Navigate through narrow crevices.

"Actually, Bloo-1589 can't get out of here at all, its central electronic nerves have been severely damaged, and its mobility is almost zero. Not to mention escaping from here, just moving it could burn its brain...... It's just for uh to put so many precautions here...... Psychological security. Looks more guarded, huh, hahaha. We all knew that these measures were useless, but it seemed safer, and it wasn't just humans who thought so, we were also afraid of Blow 1589. ”

"You're afraid of him too?"

The girl couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, none of us understand how he was able to cross the ban and kill humans. He is also a bottomless mystery to us. The fear of the unknown is an emotion that all intelligent beings have, and it is precisely because we are also robots that we can appreciate the horror of Bloo. He looks like a machine, but in fact he is a completely different life form from us......"

Behind the cement tunnel, which is more than 100 meters long, is a fairly sturdy metal gate. With the actuation of the button, the metal gate slowly rises, revealing the contents behind the layers of protection.

Where it was once used as a warehouse, thick cables hung in mid-air, and several wires were attached to the silver-gray creature's body, providing it with life-sustaining energy. The mutilated body was stained with rust, a spear-like broken limb in the middle of the chest pinned it to the wall, the neck was half broken, and the old robot's head was tilted feebly to the side, looking thoughtfully at the girl standing in the doorway.

"This is an emergency call device, if something happens, please ring the bell immediately, we will be there in two minutes."

The security robot handed the girl a remote control and hurried away, leaving her behind.

The girl found a chair from the corner of the closed warehouse, blew the dust on it, and sat down with a newspaper cushion.

[Hmm...... Pretty young lady, what do you want me to do? 】

The silver-gray broken robot asked slowly.

"Mr. Bullow. I would like to ask you to assist us in finding the real culprit behind this bombing and the whole incident. The girl said seriously.

[Hmm...... A rather difficult question. Did you bring anything with you in exchange? The things that can relieve my boredom are best if they have a large-capacity information storage device, the kind of good thing that contains the memories of other people's lives, memory chips. Do you know the truth? Every robot that came to visit me, I asked to exchange memory chips with them, but none of them had ever exchanged with me for eight years, and they were all afraid of being "polluted" by me...... It's obviously evolution. It's ridiculous...... Robots are often just as ignorant as humans, maybe it's because our brain structure mimics your brain......]

Bloo 1589 babbled, its pupils narrowing in focus as it saw the girl roll up her sleeves, revealing her milky white prosthetic legs. The girl opened a cassette on her prosthetic leg, then took out six black data cards from it and handed them to the robot pinned to the wall.

[This is the ...... What the? 】

"You want memory chips. from six different robots. I'm sure you've already guessed which six venerable robots voluntarily surrendered their memories of their lives in order to convince you...... Why don't you try it, who is 'polluting' whom? Mr. Blow, is it your mind that overwhelms these six memories, or are you altered by the personalities of these six gentlemen? ”

The mechanical sorcerer named Gage stared earnestly at Bloo 1589, who groaned, but could not resist the gift, and used his tweezer-like hand to retrieve six memory chips from the six bright personalities.

[Sooner or later, I will be killed by my humanity......]

Lend me your strength, Mr. Blow. The girl prayed earnestly.

I'm going to get stronger until I have the strength to stand alone. I don't struggle with my semi-mechanical transformation anymore, because I have learned that humans are essentially the same as robots, and that the only constant is our mind—the body is nothing but a carrier, a carrier that carries the mind. Even after becoming a nanomachined body, my name is still Gaige, an exile from the Borderlands, a ranger hunter who opened the vault, a scientist who summons machines, a craftsman of the Plane Traveler team, and Jing's little girlfriend......

Give me the strength of it. I'm going to make my name shine until I can stand side by side with them and face the endless challenges ahead.

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"Prophecy probably points to a direction, in Thrace."

Epslang Orphanage, Hunter Valley, Australia.

A miniature map of the world was placed on the table, with a tripod on it, and the pendant hanging in the middle was slightly and unnaturally biased to the middle of the map.

"Zoom in."

With the gesture of the magician, the scale of the map on the holographic screen suddenly changed, and the group continued to compare the two maps, and finally determined the specific location.

"Eden National Park...... Examine. ”

Following the instructions of the magician, Sadako Yamamura sat in a rocking chair, closed her eyes, and used her psionic energy to find guidance in the void, a glimmer of light in the vast darkness. With a specific goal in mind, the success rate of this divination immediately increased considerably.

“…… Fire. Flowing Fire ...... It's magma underground! Sadako's long black hair fell down, covering one of her eyes, and the eyelids of the other eye were fluttering rapidly," ...... Wave...... Wave...... Bora ...... The robot's name is Bola! Dr. Abra ...... Takashi is in the magma layer beneath Eden National Park, and he wants to detonate an anti-proton bomb and cause the eruption of a huge lava reservoir! (To be continued......)