Like Minds

Besides the old firewood crackling in the warm room by the fireplace, several pieces of metal glowed red-hot.

The metal bookshelves were packed with university biology textbooks reproduced from the Human World, along with scientific literature from the past thirty years.

A display case beside the door held an exhibit specimen called "The Thinker." It resembled Rodin's famous sculpture, except its skull had been completely opened up, with a metal book placed inside in place of a brain.

Two maids were busy at work here.

Their heads looked normal, and their figures were flawless, but their skin was pale and covered in marble-like blue veins. Their backs were also filled with metal injection ports.

Their arms had a "Swiss Army knife" structure. Aside from standard tools, they also had drill bits, fine needles, syringes, nozzles, and more.

Sweating heavily, they remained intensely focused.

They served Luo Di and Professor Noel, who lay on the beds, with a special kind of massage.

"Wow!"

Luo Di often failed to hold it in and shuddered.

It was not pain, but pleasure—or perhaps both.

One maid was specifically tending to Prometheus Hand. She had already cleaned a large amount of impurities from its crevices, washing out engine oil thick with bruised blood and metabolic residue.

Professor Noel lay facedown on the bed, exposing his utterly chaotic back... Like his palms, all kinds of metal pipes had been irregularly embedded into it.

Yet if those metal pipes were recorded separately, they seemed to correspond to an incredibly complex formation.

The maid was deeply cleaning those pipes while using a scalpel to cut away the excess flesh clinging to them.

Professor Noel turned his head and said softly, "It seems you've never maintained this arm. It's quite rare for someone receiving this kind of deep cleaning