"Go investigate it and see what you can find." The light from the explosion gradually faded. Deathstroke was completely unharmed as he waved at the Cloak, signaling for it to land, while also giving Aphra a new order.
The archaeologist jumped off the Flying Carpet. She could feel the intense heat of the ground even through her boots. She curiously felt the Cloak, then looked at Deathstroke, who had removed his mask and was calmly smoking.
"You were fine even in an explosion that intense? Also, I spent quite a while studying it earlier. What's the principle behind this special aircraft of yours?"
"Even a stellar explosion wouldn't hurt me, so don't make such a fuss. The Flying Carpet's flight principle is exactly what the name suggests: magic." Su Ming kicked the robot wreckage beside him with his foot. "You're the best ancient-robot expert in the Milky Way Galaxy. Now hurry up and go do some professional work."
The Female Doctor twisted her little mouth to one side. She pulled up her scarf to cover her nose and mouth, then said in a muffled voice, "Although I really am the best, there's very little we can probably learn from these fragments. These ancient robots may have had self-destruct mechanisms. When they suffered severe, irreversible damage, they would self-destruct to erase all the data in their Personality Matrices."
Zero Three also climbed stiffly down from the Flying Carpet. As a protocol droid, his knees could not bend. He said:
"The data and algorithms stored in a Personality Matrix are the most important things. Without them, we robots are just useless shells of scrap metal. My master doesn't want you to set your expectations for her upcoming progress too high."
Su Ming nodded. With an amused look, he patted Zero Three on