As Ron was wondering how to fool this robot, it made a new move.
Moss lowered its gun, and the energy turrets retracted as well.
Moss's emotions were running high. It had worked alone at Green Wave Farm for an unimaginably long time.
Ten thousand years, or several tens of thousands?
Within this space, it could not even calculate the passage of time accurately.
Other than occasionally dealing with alien invasions, it repeated the same work day after day.
Moss followed its fixed programming, tending Green Wave Farm as it waited for its master's arrival to inspect the fruits of its labor.
But throughout all those years, its master had never come.
It had kept waiting, for far, far too long...
If its master never came, perhaps it would have continued working alone until the end of time, until its chassis decayed beyond repair and it completely fell apart.
And now, it had finally welcomed its master!
Moss walked before Ron, solemnly dropped to one knee, and lowered its head.
Its electronic voice conveyed reverence, along with a trace of barely suppressed excitement:
"Honored and noble Master, welcome to Green Wave Farm!"
"Master?"
Ron was dumbfounded again.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Could this have been some extraordinary being's scheme?
Or had his future self traveled back in time to make arrangements, leaving his present self a generous inheritance?
The thought nearly burned out his CPU.
Soon, his doubts were answered.
Moss's attitude was exceedingly respectful:
"Yes. According to the genetic test results, you have passed the system's assessment with a one hundred percent score and become my new master!"
Seeing that Ron did not understand, Moss patiently explained.
It turned out that Moss had been an imperial farm robot serving a human dynasty during humanity's