The Middle-Aged Leader found it regrettable that No. 3 had no interest in his sister.
Compared to a machine girlfriend, the gap between an ordinary person's relationship setup and hers was simply far too great.
Just look at how far the personas carefully crafted for celebrity teams differed from their actual personalities.
It took something as terrifying as a "persona collapse" to describe it.
Machine girlfriends, meanwhile, had precisely the most perfect persona imaginable!
His sister was lazy and gluttonous, bad-tempered, and not even pretty. How could she possibly compare to No. 3's machine girlfriend?
Competing with her was even more out of the question.
Her only advantage was probably that she was human.
That she had humanity.
A bad temper, hitting people, smoking, drinking, getting perms...
The reason was simple: his sister had grown up spoiled by the Great Mother.
And she was one of the few women around.
Everyone gave her some leeway.
Naturally, that shaped her into this sort of person.
But No. 3 was not the kind of guy who indulged women.
He was one of the few people who would hit his sister when she threw a tantrum.
At first, the Middle-Aged Leader had hoped they would become bickering lovers, but the truth was that the more they fought, the deeper their hatred grew.
The Middle-Aged Leader had even painfully beaten his sister several times to demonstrate his fairness, hoping to strengthen his relationship with No. 3.
If necessary, he could even sacrifice his sister to prove his way.
Time passed quickly.
While No. 3 continued secretly researching programs to control Robots as instructed by the Middle-Aged Leader,
one day, the Great Mother suddenly issued a warning to everyone.
"Do not go out recently. In particular, you must not leave this desert. It would be