Motoko Yagami

Mother City, Cybertron, the Seventeenth Weapons Exhibition.

Unlike the completely virtualized Deep Web, Cybertron is more like a super mechanical city, with mechanical creations stretching for thousands of meters. Some are landing interstellar ships, some are endless space elevators, some are fortresses of mechanical legions, and there are also industrial ships, landships, and even crustal excavators and planetary engines.

If Cybertron is an egg full of cracks, then Cybertron is the center of those cracks.

At this moment, representatives of military contractors disembarked from the plane and took special vehicles to various weapons testing venues.

The first six months of every major corporate battle are the happiest time for military contractors.

The reason is simple: although corporate competition is not a military war, whenever there is a corporate war, major companies will unanimously increase their defense budgets.

Every military contractor goes to great lengths during this phase, racking their brains and racking their brains like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, desperately trying to attract customers.

"Wow, Sister Du, did you see that? It's all flying cars!"

The young woman peered out the window, her eyes shining as she looked around. The flying car spewed out dazzling streams of particles from its tail, seemingly thrilling yet actually as steady as a rock as it weaved through the air under the control of the planet's main brain.

Cybertron has no ground transportation system; instead, the surface of Cybertron consists of various energy pipelines, oil pipelines, and transportation pipelines.

Some of these pipelines lead to the seabed to absorb rare gases, some enter the Earth's crust to absorb nuclear reaction forces from the Earth's core, and some connect to other continents to transport surveying and mining robots.

Cybertron is essentially a super factory built on a planetary scale.

This aligns perfectly with Du Zhaodi's mechanical aesthetics.

If there are resources, we should mine them; if there is land, we should build projects.

"Sister Du, do you think those big shots would even be interested in our stuff?" Secretary Douya couldn't help but ask.

"There's still a month until the exhibition. We're mainly here to make preparations. What's the rush?" Du Zhaodi kept her mouth shut as always.

"Sister Du, we need to report to the Machinery Hub this morning for qualification certification and registration. At noon, a representative from Mas Mang wants to have lunch with us. In the afternoon, we have to go to class," Douya began to report.

"Go to class? What class? I hate going to class."

The young woman muttered a complaint, her gaze falling upon an ultra-luxurious shopping mall.

"It mainly involves the technical data of the weapons from the previous exhibition. Every time a weapons exhibition opens, a considerable amount of development data is released. Some emerging forces, like us, will specifically register, not for the exhibition itself, but for these technological data."

"Aren't these materials free?" the young woman asked.

"No money required."

"No patent fees?"

"And no patent fees."

"Is that even possible? For example, if we sell a lot of mechs at this weapons exhibition, then at the next exhibition, our mech data and research secrets will be given away to others for free?"

That's right.

"Holy crap, let's run, Sister Du!"

"That sounds fair," Du Zhaodi said calmly. "The meaning of Mother City is simple: without progress and breakthroughs, there will be death. On this planet, patent sieges do not exist."

The young woman rolled her eyes. These lunatics! If it were her, she could live off the patent forever.

"What--"

Just as the young woman was about to say something, the flying car suddenly lurched, and hundreds of thousands of flying cars in the sky came to a stop at the same time.

On the ground, a huge pipe suddenly opened, and countless combat robots shot out, rushing towards a mechanical building to the south.

Then came various explosions and sounds of battle.

Du Zhaodi looked at Douya, who quickly made a phone call to confirm the situation. After a long while, she said, "Sister Du, the technical sharing class this afternoon has been canceled. Someone hacked into a mechanical system on Cybertron, triggering a small-scale robot rebellion."

"Who are you? This is the Mother City!" The young woman was instantly wide awake.

For all those born after the Mechanical Age, the Mother City is like a god.

"It seems to be a Cyber Hacker, a very famous one, whose codename is Tyria."

"Tyria?"

Du Zhaodi had heard her mother mention this name. It was a holy city from the civilized era, and several large-scale religious wars had taken place in the history of Jilie Star because of this ancient city.

Tyria, Cybertron.

I always felt that it had a very special meaning.

After a moment, the young woman became impatient.

"How long are we going to have to wait? If I had known that the mother city was also congested, I would have at least gotten a spare license plate to try it out."

Du Zhaodi closed her eyes to rest. "There's a holographic TV in the car."

Why didn't you say so earlier?

The young woman found the switch, and as soon as she turned it on, she saw that several channels were broadcasting the same news.

"Breaking news! Mr. Aramaki, the person in charge of the attack on the Mobile Department, known as the Hand of the Deep Web and the Enemy of the Enterprise, was assassinated by the resistance forces yesterday. His data processing center was destroyed, and a large amount of personality data was lost. Repairs are currently underway, but the situation is not optimistic."

"Another assassination attempt?"

The young woman muttered something under her breath. In the smoke-filled scene, the host, who was talking animatedly, was suddenly kicked away. A menacing female android appeared on the screen.

Wow, what a beautiful woman!

This female android was very beautiful, with delicate short blue hair, light red eyes, and a curvaceous figure. But what was even more striking was her aura, like a burning flame. Her voice was deep and hoarse, and filled with murderous intent.

This reminded Director Du of a very despicable woman.

"My name is Motoko Yagami, and I am the captain of the First Division of the Assault Unit."

"Remember, murderer, no matter who you are, no matter where you are, no matter if you are human or AI, I will find you, tear your flesh apart, dig out your personality chip, destroy your memory data, no matter how many clones or subroutines you have, I will find them all and then utterly destroy you!"

With a loud bang, the holographic screen exploded.

It's not just one channel; all the other channels are the same.

"This woman is very strong," Du Zhaodi opened her eyes, a hint of seriousness flashing in them. "I just sensed that the monitoring satellites were watching us. If I'm not mistaken, this woman is using thousands of satellites covering the entire planet for global positioning."

"If the murderer watches this program and experiences any unusual emotional or facial changes, this woman will immediately notice."

"On the surface, she was venting her anger, but in reality, she was searching for the murderer."

In the bustling city, in the business district, a senior engineer who was queuing up to pay taxes witnessed this scene and sighed with admiration.

"Another planetary protagonist has appeared? The future top enforcer of the Deep Web, the most advanced android in the last 10 years, a regular in the 3D world—Motoko Yagami."

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