Following the underground power and maintenance conduits, Su Ming headed toward the tallest building in the city.
God knew what this future city was called, but it was filled with countless split-body robots. The real Grid would most likely want to distinguish himself from the other machines, and to show his difference, he would choose a place that represented his position of leadership.
Namely, the highest ground.
After all, he had once been a virus program written by humans—a human creation. Having later grown up in United States society, he had naturally become steeped in all kinds of human mentalities.
Come to think of it, the gestalt social structure commonly used by machine civilizations had the clearest class divisions. Once a robot was manufactured, its duties for that entire service life had already been predetermined.
Minion robots would remain minions forever. In most computational logic, rather than upgrading them for other work, it was more convenient to manufacture new robots specifically suited to the task.
It reminded Su Ming of Brainiac. That green-skinned bald AI had truly mastered the gestalt approach, creating a huge number of Brainiacs, assigning them different numbers, and giving them different responsibilities.
In the end, he had even blown up his own home planet.
The dry, freezing underground passage was full of the smell of dust. Under the green light, they could see the loose dust stirred up by their footsteps drifting through the air like countless little Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars.
The journey was calm and uneventful, just as expected. Even Nobody, the figure made of lines, had become much more docile after receiving attention and care.
When they reached the underground area beneath the skyscraper, the next step was to break through the ground and enter the building. Although Su Ming did not know