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"This is a medal that has withstood the test of time! It is..."

"Alright, stop pretending."

Andy interrupted her explanation.

He stepped forward and patted the robot's waist armor.

"We're all just scavenging for a living, everyone knows each other, right?"

"A product without a manufacturer's name, address, or production date is a product without a manufacturer's name, address, or production date. There's nothing shameful about it."

"I've shoveled a lot of trash too, look at me all dressed up."

Andy shook the yellow robe he was wearing, which was made up of several chameleon cloaks pieced together.

"We're actually cut from the same cloth."

Seeing Andy's candid attitude, the giant robot remained silent for a long time.

Finally, its tense body relaxed slightly, and its deliberately aggressive posture lessened considerably.

"Humph."

The woman gave a cold snort:

"You do have some good taste."

"Since you've figured it out, I won't pretend anymore."

"Come in."

The robot turned around and led the way with heavy steps.

"The road ahead is difficult to travel; be careful not to fall into a pit."

"My place hasn't been cleaned up in hundreds of years, so it's a bit messy."

Chapter 65 New Bang and Little Six

Andy followed behind "Cleaner One," trudging through the maintenance tunnels inside the starship.

The environment here can only be described as dirty, chaotic, and appalling.

Broken pipes were everywhere, and exposed cables hung down like intestines. In some places, the water was even above ankle level.

But Andy's attention wasn't on the junk.

He looked down at his feet.

On both sides of the passageway, and even on the pipes overhead, countless tiny robots, each the size of a corgi, are busy at work.

These little things come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; some have wheels, some have tracks, and some have several mechanical legs.

But they do the same kind of work.

Disassemble, disassemble, disassemble; transport, transport, transport; assemble, assemble, assemble.

A small robot equipped with a cutting saw was lying on a bulkhead, squeaking as it cut off a slightly intact piece of metal.

Immediately, two small robots equipped with mechanical clamps came over, carried the cut-off board on their backs, and huffed and puffed as they transported it deeper into the building.

There were also some small robots holding welding torches, welding parts salvaged from elsewhere onto the load-bearing columns in an attempt to reinforce the crumbling corridor.

As Andy watched this bustling scene, a strong sense of familiarity welled up inside him.

He was all too familiar with this scene.

Isn't this exactly what he did with those refugees in the bottom nest refuge a few months ago?

After all that, it turns out that the main AI of this starship, the AI ​​Miss who utterly routed Helios' elite forces, is actually just a scavenger.

We're all farming-style players, so let's not pretend to be high-class.

Seemingly sensing Andy's somewhat sympathetic gaze, the speaker unit on "Cleaner One's" chest rang out again.

"What are you looking at?"

The woman's voice carried obvious dissatisfaction.

"You think I'm shabby, huh? Hmph, such inferior intelligence!"

The robot stopped, its single eye flashing red.

"What do you know?"

"I am currently lying low, accumulating strength step by step."

The woman's voice suddenly became high-pitched, even taking on an aria-like exaggerated quality.

"Give me time, and I can devour all the resources in this entire Ninth District."

"And those ignorant capitalist monkeys outside, their tanks and their planes will all become raw materials for my great legion."

"I want to build an automated fortress here and create a mechanical army that would make even the gods frown."

"I will turn this planet into my fuel depot and my arsenal."

"When that day comes, I will be able to fix the ship's main engine."

"Then, with unparalleled glory and all the resources of this planet, I will return to my home planet in grand style!"

"Let those idiots who looked down on me and exiled me to this godforsaken place see who the real king is!"

Andy listened quietly to this speech, which was full of adolescent angst.

Although the content is grand, and could even be described as somewhat eccentric.

But he astutely caught one of the key words.

"Return to the home planet?"

Andy interrupted her self-absorption.

"Are you an alien creation?"

In this malevolent universe, human creations would typically say "return to Terra" or "return to Mars."

Only aliens, or some independent human race not recognized by the Empire, would use the term "homeworld" to refer to a specific coordinate.

"Cleaner No. 1" paused for a moment.

"Hmph, a low-level engineering unit like you who only knows how to pick up trash doesn't deserve to know so much."

The woman's voice said arrogantly.

"All you need to know is that the name of this ship is 'New Bond'."

"It is a great, sacred, and inviolable name."

Andy searched his mind for the word "New Bond".

I have no recollection of it.

Imperial Navy ships are usually named things like "Emperor's Wrath" or "Soul of Vengeance," while even ships belonging to oil enthusiasts and merchant ronin are mostly called "Wanderer" or "Explorer."

Names like "Singapore" that sound like some kind of political entity are very rare.

"So, your name is Xinbang?"

Andy asked casually.

Since the ship is called the New Bang, it makes sense that the AI ​​controlling the ship is also called New Bang.

"what??"

The robot let out a strange cry, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Is your logic circuit short-circuited?"

"Who would name their own ship? Would you call yourself 'Scrap Second-Rate Industrial World Foundry No. 7'?"

"My name is Xiao Liu!"

The woman shouted angrily.

"Remember this, I, this young lady, will not change my name or surname, Xiao Liu!"

Andy: "..."

Doesn't this name sound more casual?

It would be better to call it Xinbang!

However, Andy didn't dwell on this issue.

The two walked through the busy maintenance area and arrived at a huge, round, airtight door.

The door is in remarkably good condition, with an anti-radiation coating on its surface.

"arrive."

Xiao Liu controlled the robot, extending his still-intact right hand and pressing it on the recognition panel by the door.

"Zi-"

The airtight door made a soft sound of pressure relief and slowly slid open to both sides.

Judging from the layout, it should be the ship's spare bridge or some kind of core server center.

The surrounding walls were covered with server racks that were still running, their indicator lights flashing wildly and emitting a low-frequency humming sound that indicated high load.

In the center of the hall, a huge holographic projection sphere floats.

Around the sphere, countless green data streams were rolling at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Well then, welcome to my brain."

Xiao Liu's tone was smug.

She guided the robot to the holographic projection and pointed to the scrolling characters on it.

"Oh, right."

Xiao Liu suddenly turned his head, his tone filled with superiority:

"I forgot, you're just a low-level robot from a second-rate industrial world."

"These logs are written in standard High Gothic, a language that only the most distinguished crew members and noble lords can use."

"Can you understand it?"

"How about I take pity on you and translate it into binary code in real time? Although that would seem very tasteless, taking care of the mentally challenged is also part of my job..."

"Need not."

Andy interrupted her pretentious act.

"I can understand it."

Not to mention High Gothic.

Even Eldar language, Greenskin language, and even the language of Titan, which is full of spittle, Andy can read them without any problems.

Andy looked directly at the screen.

That was indeed High Gothic, a language full of religious rituals and intricate grammar.

But at this moment, what was displayed on the screen was neither sacred scripture nor a boring system error message.

That's... a log?

Or more accurately, it's an ongoing and extremely intense cyber war of words.

The logs are refreshed extremely quickly, at least several thousand lines per second.

But Andy's dynamic vision captured what was inside.

[User: First Officer (Admin) executed the command to close the airtight door in Zone A-7.]

[User: First Mate (Admin)'s Note: If anyone opens the door and lets the air conditioning in again, I'll throw him into the reactor!]

[User: Chief Engineer (Admin) has revoked the order to close the airtight door in section A-7.]

[User: Chief Engineer (Admin) has executed the command to fully open ventilation in section A-7.]

[User: Chief Engineer (Admin) Note: You idiot! The reactor is overheating and needs cooling! Do you want to blow everyone up?!]