"Sure."
"So you admit that when the spare unit hit me just now, you were the one controlling it?" Chen Luo asked.
"Does Dr. Mei have any other instructions?" Artificial intelligence did not lie, but it could change the subject—especially when Chen Luo did not have control over Number 17.
"No. Recall the spare unit," Dr. Mei said.
"Understood." With a thought from Prometheus No. 17, the spare unit instantly disassembled and reassembled itself into two massive external armored arms, then vanished into the void.
"But Doctor, after recalling the spare unit, I lost my perception of it again." Upon noticing the anomaly, Number 17 immediately tattled to Dr. Mei.
It had to be Chen Luo's doing!
Dr. Mei quite naturally turned to look at Chen Luo.
"This setting can only be activated during emergencies or when Number 17's body sustains severe damage," Chen Luo said.
"What about just now? Why could it be used then?"
"Because that was an emergency. I was really in a hurry at the time."
"Give Number 17 the method of communication."
Chen Luo's logic made a little sense, but not much.
"Fine."
What a shame about Chen Luo's emergency.
He had set up that emergency function to meet his own needs. Whenever Chen Luo needed Prometheus to help him handle paperwork while he also needed to hold something in his arms, it would be time for Prometheus's spare unit to step in.
Come to think of it, Chen Luo had not originally known that the mechanical body he designed was meant for Number 17. Although he knew that Dr. Mei's assistant in the original story really was Number 17, he had thought his influence would change things.
But on second thought, Chen Luo and Number 17 really were rather fated.
Aside from the fact