Seven Lù's childlike voice carried an unprecedented heaviness. "Its chip was shattered inch by inch. Every program stored inside was completely erased. It can't be repaired."
"There are no programs left here."
Controlled by Seven Lù, Xia Chujian's Mechanical Arm lifted and pointed at Xiao Fei's chest.
At that charred wound.
Xia Chujian was silent for a long time before saying, "Can we look for a backup of Xiao Fei's programs?"
"If there is one, can we bring it back to life?"
"Perhaps," Seven Lù said. "But that backup might not recognize its Master at all."
"Even if we revive that Mechanical Intelligence backup, it would be a new Xiao Fei, not the Xiao Fei who saved Master's life."
"Our backups are not ourselves."
Xia Chujian closed her eyes.
She knew all that. She had simply clung to an unrealistic hope and refused to acknowledge it.
To numb herself, she began shifting her attention elsewhere.
Xia Chujian lay alone beneath a great tree, expressionlessly observing her surroundings.
She noticed that this was likely a forest, filled with towering ancient trees.
The grass beneath them was lush, flowers bloomed in profusion, and colorful Butterflies fluttered gracefully among the small flowerbeds beneath the trees.
Hardworking bees busied themselves gathering nectar, while small animals darted through the woods with soft rustling sounds.
Xia Chujian looked around, but in the end, her gaze still fell upon Xiao Fei.
She looked again and again at that lifeless robot body.
She desperately wanted to hear Xiao Fei's gentle, rich electronic synthesized voice again.
Seven Lù had been with her the longest, but it always seemed like a child and did not feel particularly reliable.
But Xiao Fei had seemed like an elder from the moment it appeared, helping and protecting her unconditionally.
Xia Chujian made up