Seemingly, something is going to happen.

The little girl thought.

Recently, the data that needs to be processed has suddenly increased, and various functional buildings in the shadow city that were originally only in half-power operation have entered a state of working day and night, and several arsenals are also working overtime every day, and the place where the little girl herself is located is a war factory that produces light vehicles, and it is also the department with the largest increase in workload, she has lost count of how many vehicle assembly information she has reviewed, and all those useless data have been handed over by her own server to be processed, as the brain of this factory, The little girl must ensure the reliability of each tank, and this means that she has to do a lot of things herself, the base has not been established long enough, the number of copy hosts is limited, the little girl naturally can't find more helpers, her bandwidth occupancy has reached almost eighty percent, although it is not too much to handle, but ...... I'm afraid that the time for free thinking will be reduced.

Although as a copy host, theoretically there is no need to think.

I'm going to apply for twice the energy replenishment today, and I'm really envious of those seniors who were born with their own ghost energy reactors.

The little girl thought with jealousy.

Production, assembly, production, assembly, this work was repeated countless times, and then the little girl finally read a message that was originally just passing through her own communication link, this message was a recording of the conversation of the leaders of the empire, and the mother seemed to be present at the time, so this information shared by all the Xiling hosts went to the core of the little girl's processing.

There are a lot of things in it that I don't understand, and the little girl knows that her common sense is extremely weak, because no one will waste resources to educate a copy that can't think, and they don't even bother to design an information interface for such a copy - no matter how special this copy is, the only way for the little girl to learn new knowledge is to learn about this novel world, which is completely different from the mother planet in the original memory, from the words of the public link. But these fragments of knowledge were obviously not enough for her to fully understand the conversation between His Majesty the beloved Emperor and the mistresses, and the little girl could only analyze a few simple nouns from them, and something that seemed to be the name of a place.

Azeroth, that seems to be the place where the grown-ups are going, and the busyness of the arsenal and the construction of that mothership these days are also preparing for this?

The little girl speculated wildly, guessed about the war that might break out, and then imagined herself as a powerful Spiritual host, bravely building strong fortresses, fortresses, and bases on the front lines of the empire in the face of enemy fire, and allowing countless war factories to rise under her own ideas......

But after the fantasy, the little girl still returned to her work, she was just a copy, a single-link low-cost machine, all she could do was to build the designed buildings according to the blueprints, and process the complicated data according to the rules, she didn't even know how to command more than three building sequences at the same time, so it seemed that all she could do was to approve the vehicle assembly process in this war factory.

I guess I'm the only one who thinks so crankily about the copy machine, but it's not good if it takes up too much bandwidth and causes work efficiency to drop.

The little girl thought, and then threw herself back into the boring work.

Originally, this was fine, and everything did not need to change, but at a certain moment, a message came from her mother, which made the core of the little girl's thinking, which had already entered a logical state, tremble suddenly.

His Majesty the Emperor is going on an expedition to the Azeroth Realm, but there are not enough Xiling hosts, so the Mother needs to select a few well-behaved individuals from the copy machines to go to that realm together.

Such news caused an uproar in the little girl's heart.

You can fight with your mother, you can see the Emperor who has been engraved in the core of his memory since birth, and he is the most revered person in his life, and he can also do the same work as a normal Xiling mainframe, not just a logic combinator that can only assemble a chariot.

So excited!

Without hesitation, the little girl submitted her application to her mother, citing the reason that it would be difficult for her war factory to support the Imperial Army across the world after the expedition began, and that her computing power would be wasted during this time, and this reason was the best excuse that the little girl could come up with, and that there was not much in her little brain.

Then, my mother agreed.

The little girl doesn't know how to describe her current mood, she has not been installed with an emotional module, although she has been using software to simulate various feelings to make herself "complete", but she is not sure that such "feelings" are not real and effective things, but one thing the little girl can be sure of, she really encountered a good thing.

But that was the end of her ambitions.

The day before her departure, she saw her sister, the larval stage mother called Little Bubble.

It was a very kind sister, and she often played with her younger sisters who copied the body, although the sisters usually did not respond to her complex and incomprehensible emotional messages, but because of this, the only little girl who could respond to those things became the closest to her sister.

But this time, seeing her sister walking towards her, the little girl had a bad premonition for some reason.

My sister asked her to hand over the identification code that was the host of the copy body.

The little girl couldn't refuse the order from the higher authority, so she obediently exchanged the code with her sister.

Then, in her place, the elder sister followed her mother, His Majesty the Emperor, and her mistress to Azeroth.

After that, the little girl, who had lost her target command, wandered around the base for a long time.