Iax paid no attention to Tech-Priest Keshi, who looked as though he was having some kind of fit.
The Servitor had already disconnected from his intelligent control array and was now merely an independent mechanical body with low-level intelligence. Iax did not care whether it would develop advanced intelligence in the future.
What mattered was that he would no longer receive those feedback signals that sent his core racing. Whether Keshi chose to sleep hugging the Servitor every night or tear it to pieces afterward was his own business.
Knowledge was both precious and cheap. As long as Iax himself existed, he could upload those copied files again, whether they were lost or not.
Iax's machine intelligence Servitor walked aside and opened the crates that had just been delivered.
Working with its auxiliary arms, its mechanical hands carefully tore the metal crates open from the corners, as though peeling away white paper wrapping.
The brutality of the act revealed extraordinarily precise control. After confirming that the items were correct, the Servitor loaded them into the Transport Aircraft's cargo hold. The entire group began packing up to leave.
Nearby, Worman held an electronic inventory list, trying to get Iax to take a look, but the machine that had excluded her as a trading partner ignored her completely.
Left with no choice, Worman turned to Priest Keshi, who was already sprawled over the damaged Servitor, examining its structure from every angle.
After she verbally promised a string of additional payments, Priest Keshi submitted the freshly compiled inventory on Worman's behalf.
The Servitor quickly reviewed it and made a simple selection, successfully trading the batch of Beam Rifles and batteries for several dozen kilograms of auramite ore at the agreed exchange rate.
Although most of the ore contained very little auramite material, it