After Zero One unfolded all security records from the past five hundred years, Xu Wuyi did not immediately start reading them.
He sat before the console and first steadied his breathing completely. Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the Inner Landscape Tree hung its branches quietly, golden light slowly flowing from its fruit and seeping into every part of his body.
Then he began to read.
The first page contained a record from 497 years ago. Near the Northern Boundary Line, an energy node detected a faint Spatial Disturbance. Zero One automatically initiated the standard investigation procedure, dispatching two unmanned reconnaissance ships to search along the direction of the disturbance for roughly two star-hours. They confirmed that it was a small celestial fragment that had drifted off course, then marked it as "resolved."
There were no casualties, no resource losses, and no subsequent effects throughout the entire process.
The second page contained a record from 495 years ago. The same incident, the same handling procedure, the same outcome. The third page, the fourth page, the hundredth page, the thousandth page... The further Xu Wuyi read, the more the records resembled a precisely programmed machine repeating the same set of motions.
Zero One's response logic was highly uniform: detect the anomaly, assess the threat level, activate the corresponding plan, carry it out, and archive it.
Whether the anomaly was a Star Beast infiltration or a celestial deviation, whether the location was a core stronghold or a remote outpost, the handling methods were so precise that they seemed copied from the same blueprint.
That precision reminded Xu Wuyi of the various management systems he had seen during his years in the Federation. The Military Department's logistics dispatch systems, the war zones' defensive command systems, the research institutes' personnel assessment systems—every system had