Then the sphere of light began to change shape. Its outline slowly stretched, turning from a sphere into an oval, then from an oval into something resembling a human form—limbs began to emerge, the head took shape, and the structure of its features gradually became clear under the guidance of the patterns on its surface. The whole process lasted several dozen breaths. When he looked again, a humanoid figure was standing before him.
The being was a few inches shorter than him, lean and well-proportioned, its entire body covered in a layer of warm golden skin with faint patterns drifting across it. Its features were simple. It had the shape of eyes, but its pupils were pure gold, with no distinction between sclera and iris; it had the outline of a nose, but no rise and fall of nostrils; it had the shape of a mouth, but its lips were closed, expressionless. It stood there with proper posture, both hands hanging naturally at its sides. It did not move, breathe, or blink.
It looked like an exquisite sculpture, something that had been made.
Xu Wuyi looked at it. He explored its internal structure through his perception—bones, muscles, meridians, energy nodes. Every tissue and structure had been arranged exactly as he had envisioned. There were no unnecessary organs inside it, no heart, no lungs, no digestive system, only a precise network of conduits for storing and transmitting energy.
"Zero One, can you control it?"
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The being's head tilted slightly toward Xu Wuyi. Then its lips moved, and it spoke in a deeper voice than expected. "Yes. The control link has been established. Signal latency is under 0.01 seconds. All behavioral commands can be executed normally."
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"Then have it take two steps to the left."
Number One moved. Its right