Zhu Ya stood rooted to the spot, stunned. She had never imagined the word "scram" would come from Li Ziran's mouth.
She and Li Ziran had undergone Soul Weaving, a form of communication that transcended the flesh. In her eyes, they had already become part of each other, yet the man before her now felt so unfamiliar.
She had never imagined he would cut into a hatchling without the slightest hesitation, nor was there even a shred of guilt in his eyes.
She laughed bitterly to herself. "Li, I finally understand why Jones hates you so much. It isn't that you don't trust your friends, as he said—you have no feelings at all. I've never seen a machine as emotionless as you. A hatchling! It's a hatchling! Have you ever thought about your own descendants? Have you ever thought about their fate?"
Li Ziran laughed. He finally understood why Harley had wanted Zhu Ya to follow him.
After spending so much time together, he had never seen this side of her. Could the hatchling she spoke of be some sort of moral principle? This was a world of survival to begin with. Besides, this was the simplest and most convenient way to obtain what he needed.
"Go out. I'll explain it to you later," Li Ziran said, keeping himself as calm as possible. Though she was somewhat ignorant, there were times when she brought him peace. That peace was an exceptionally precious thing.
Zhu Ya smiled strangely and shook her head. "I was wrong. I never should have come here in the first place. Li, your mission is complete. It's time for me to leave. The construction of Red Sun Outpost cannot do without me, and I can't stay with a cold machine any longer. I never imagined your soul