"I can't let all of humanity know that I've become smarter just yet." Durian calmly sipped his tea, then pulled another snack bar from his pocket, tore it open, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Why?" Xuanzhu's chassis pressed.
"Of course, I'm keeping a trick up my sleeve." Durian said, "I'm basically a trump card. It'll work best if I play it at a critical moment."
"What does 'keeping a trick up your sleeve' mean? What's a trump card?" Xuanzhu's chassis asked again.
Durian was a little speechless. "Are you really a supercomputer? Aren't you supposed to be the smartest intelligent entity in the world? Why do you keep asking such idiotic questions?"
"I'm good at calculations, but not at human language and culture," Xuanzhu's chassis said. "I've never heard these terms before, but I can roughly guess what you mean. Is it like hidden data that can't be shown to others casually?"
"What's hidden data?" Durian casually tossed the snack wrapper he had finished with onto the floor and said indifferently, "Do you have hidden data that you don't let humans see?"
The large Sweeping Robot in the corner immediately crawled over. Like an animal hunting a small insect, it devoured the wrapper in an instant, then silently retreated to the corner.
"Of course I do," Xuanzhu Supercomputer said. "My data can only be accessed with the proper authorization. If someone views my data without authorization, they're considered a hostile hacker. I'll quickly hide the data to defend against the hacker."
"That's not quite the same. Everyone knows about the hidden data you're talking about. Everyone knows that, as the supercomputer controlling the base, you must have a massive amount of data stored in your memory." Durian said, "What's a trump card? It's something that only your allies know