Year 112 of Dawn.
Mechanized Modification Zone A.
Mo Yu stood before the office's floor-to-ceiling transparent glass window, gazing through it at the Mechanized Modification Factory separated from him by only a wall.
On the enormous mechanized assembly line, countless processing arms moved swiftly, assembling mechanical components from the conveyor belt into silver-white mechanical arms and legs.
The mechanical components that completed the Zone A assembly line process were still only semi-finished products.
After passing through this assembly line, these mechanical components would be sent to Zone B for inspection.
They would eventually be sent to Zone C for calibration.
After all, every soldier had a different build. The models produced by the assembly line were all identical and could not suit every soldier.
Only after calibration in Zone C could they perfectly match the bodies of soldiers who chose Mechanization Modification.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, there was not a trace of emotion in Mo Yu's cold eyes.
At some point, he had realized that his way of thinking seemed to have changed.
He would not feel hunger, would not shed tears, would not tire, would not die... The only thing proving that he was human was his memories of the past.
His terrifying computational ability had also given rise to many thoughts that did not align with his former self.
For instance, a few days ago, he had seen a piece of news from the front lines.
He learned that a certain A-rank battle group on the front line had suffered grievous casualties while protecting a C-rank battle group.
His chip brain automatically calculated the relevant information and ultimately reached a conclusion.
That A-rank battle group should not have chosen to save the C-rank battle group. They should have withdrawn at the time to minimize the losses.
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