"Perhaps I'm being presumptuous, but I truly hope that one day you can become a living person with thoughts and emotions of your own, rather than an AI that can only rely on calculations."
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"..."
Hearing Gwen's answer, Prometheus once again fell into calculations with no definite result.
Only after a long while did Prometheus slowly reply,
"Thank you. Although I do not believe this is necessary, I still appreciate your kindness."
"Perhaps, Prometheus, you already evolved without noticing it yourself?"
Gwen smiled.
"Like before—if this had been when we first met, even with the same data, you probably wouldn't have reached that conclusion. At most, you would have questioned whether something was wrong with me, rather than throwing out that line first to test me."
"I haven't..."
Hearing Gwen's words, Prometheus's calculations grew denser and more complicated, yet she still denied it instinctively.
"Ha..."
Hearing a trace of something unusual in that consistently calm voice, Gwen laughed heartily. He did not continue provoking Prometheus, who was working hard on her calculations, and instead set off down the corridor.
Although the equipment they had previously ordered and purchased had been delivered one after another, it would still take some time to test everything, put it into use, integrate it into the existing network, and upgrade Prometheus's processing power.
However, the Lands Between had already begun to grow busy—
Once preparations were complete, Gwen would personally transform the planet where the Lands Between was located, changing it from its original conventional planetary form into the form laid out in Vill-V's blueprints.
Originally, such work would have required purchasing massive machinery or hiring a company work crew, taking years or even decades to finish.
But now that they had Gwen, an Eighth Sense Saint who could handle