There was a brief silence.
Light Banquet said stiffly, "The individuals you split off develop self-awareness too?"
The Lynn who had stayed behind wiped his nose with a handkerchief and asked in confusion:
"No, I control all of them."
"Then why the hell did you say goodbye like you couldn't bear to part?!" Light Banquet shouted in exasperation.
Lynn said cheerfully, "Doesn't this make it more atmospheric?"
"..."
Within the high-speed data network.
Lynn became a sharp stream of data, racing through the information passages like a meteor, while Light Banquet helped him remotely the entire way, steering him clear of potential scans and firewalls. His journey was completely unhindered.
He had to admit, with an insider who knew the defense layout helping him, this kind of covert infiltration really felt as effortless as coming home.
And he already knew.
The Mechanical Church was now completely different from the virtual world that had once been under the God of Ten Thousand Machines' control.
The enormous uploaded worlds once housed within the Hive had been all but dismantled. Only a handful of virtual worlds remained throughout the entire Mechanical Church.
Lynn lifted his head, memories flickering in his eyes.
Although he had been deliberately trying to forget them all this time.
Now that he had returned to this virtual network, he still couldn't stop the memories of deceiving Miss Machine Intelligence from surfacing in his mind.
Little Refrigerator truly could never come back.
Still, he couldn't help feeling wistful. A despicable man had set out to toy with someone's heart, only to nearly become entangled himself by the end of the tale.
Whoosh-
Streams upon streams of data passed through the enormous Information Hub. Following Light Banquet's guidance and the faint sense of familiarity lingering in his memories, he