Bai Xiu waited patiently outside the Golden Dream. A moment later.
Afu slowly drifted out from the dream ripples. The man and the AI stared at each other across the distance for several minutes.
Bai Xiu did not ask Afu what it had seen or heard. He had never liked prying into other people's "privacy."
He had only vaguely heard part of Alfred's story from Gu Shen: an AI abandoned by its master in the Frozen Sea during the era of starship civilization, silently guarding this vessel for nearly a thousand years.
Though he had heard only a small part of it.
That small part alone was enough to make one feel lonely. All those years.
Afu had never entered the domain of the Lord of Love's throne, not because the pressure in that area was too overwhelming.
How could that Old Fellow see through all his thoughts and guess every one of them right?
Turing smiled in agreement. "No reason."
There were so few secrets left, and keeping them served no purpose. But now, everything was different.
Turing said calmly, "Unless the Lord of Molten Iron speaks personally, or the Lord of Love speaks. Those two have been buried for ages—'ancient relics.' Do you think that's possible?"
"Trying is better than having no hope." "You seem to know the Origin quite well."
The giant vessel knew that the Old World had countless doors.
Bai Xiu uttered two words. "Hold steady." What he worried about was what he had protected.
When the Origin was first designed, it had not been intended for use. Because it was so enormous, it had been fitted with a traversal device for locating and capturing doors.
Qinglong was no fool. From beginning to end, he had known Cui Zhongcheng's identity, and he had been supremely