Shen Bing was in no hurry to see Naga, even though he cared about the work Naga was currently doing.
He inspected each of the projects Lu Shijiu had just reported on.
Of this Moon Base, which occupied over a hundred square kilometers, less than a third of its area was actually in use.
Even so, it was already a remarkable sight.
The entire base bore none of the desolation found elsewhere on the moon.
Rows of factory buildings stood tall. Though they were not particularly high, they looked distinctly futuristic.
Between the factory buildings ran roads that looked as though they had been paved with granite.
Of course, this was not real granite, but the result of hardening the road surface directly with Molecular Pulverization and Reforging Technology.
Shen Bing first inspected the robot production complex.
The moment he entered its gates, he saw a two-hundred-strong contingent marching out in perfect formation.
They were clad from head to toe in metal armor, closely resembling the Imperial stormtroopers from Star Wars, all in silvery white.
Of course, the stormtroopers in the films belonged to a clone army, whereas the contingent before him consisted entirely of robots.
As the robot contingent passed Shen Bing, they suddenly stopped of their own accord and gave him a perfectly synchronized military salute.
"Hello, Boss!"
Shen Bing felt a little awkward.
Should I say something back?
Something like, "Thank you for your hard work, comrades"?
Forget it. They're all robots. They don't really count as comrades.
"Get back to work." Shen Bing simply waved them away.
Inside the production workshop, an entirely different scene awaited him.
Mechanical arms swung busily up and down, assembling component after component.
As the production line ran, intelligent robots stepped off it one after another. Once activated, each seemed like