"Cream!"
"Cookies!"
"Puffs!"
Watching the three identical Security 2.0 dolls in front of him raise their hands to introduce themselves, Renault instantly rubbed his brow with a bit of a headache.
"I asked you three to think about your names, not to report the names of your favorite food."
Hearing Renault's words, the three Security 2.0s—Cream, Cookie, and Puff—had their ears droop down. They obviously thinked that Renault was a little dissatisfied with them.
"Commander, if it's a cat, it's quite common to come up with this kind of name." G36 raised her hand and stroked the heads of the three little ones, explaining to Renault.
"Cats... " Hearing G36 say that, Renault instantly remembered the cats that UMP40 and the girls had, especially UMP40's two, downright troublemakers...
"Well, I certainly don't have a problem with you guys calling them that if you like." Renault said, also turning his head to look at the two Butler-36s next to him, one intact and the other with original limbs that hid sharp objects that were replaced.
"What about you two? Any names come to mind?"
"Sophia..." Butler-36, who was previously normal, said somewhat uncertainly, confirming the expression on Renault's face as she did so.
"Hmm, pretty common name. What about you?"
"Yulia."
"Well, that's what you'll be called from now on then." Renault nodded and swept a glance over a few people, then realized there was a rather headache-inducing problem...
Regardless of whether it was the three on G36's side or these three cats next to them, they were almost identical in looks, and if they were all wearing the same attire, it would be almost difficult for an ordinary person to tell them apart.
However, dolls naturally can distinguish each other. He himself also had a special way of judging; although they looked exactly the same, the expressions on these guys' faces and their emotions had certain differences.
As long as they didn't intentionally play tricks on him, he shouldn't have trouble recognizing them.
"G36, you first take them to make arrangements. MG42's doll frame change is finished, so let MG42 take PK and Type 80 go to the ship to find their way around. Scarecrow, you go too. The rest of the things I'll do by myself."
"Okay."
As soon as G36 left with a group of dolls, the workroom that was on the verge of being overcrowded suddenly had only Renault himself.
Well, there was also Springfield, who was in the middle of a neural cloud migration.
However, this doll's mind data migration still needed some time. If there was damage to the neural core, the speed of migrating data had to be a little slower. But it wasn't that much slower. In any case, it was quite a bit faster than the previous M3.
"Yo, Renault, I brought Alchemist, and SOP2 is here too."
"If you didn't come, I was going to think you all didn't want to change your doll frame."
Pouring a mouthful of already-cooled tea, Renault spoke while pointing to the three doll frames that had been molded next to him.
One of them was Springfield's, and the other two were Alchemist's and SOP2's.
As for Sophia, Yulia, and the three little ones who had named themselves after cats, Renault hadn't thought about replacing their bodies yet.
The cold Fusion engine on AR15 had satisfactory test results. The operating condition was very stable, with no accidents. If the next period goes well, he would give his dolls this kind of engine.
This would directly eliminate the need for them to recharge frequently, and in the future, they would be able to cope with more commissions under strange conditions.
"Commander! Hurry up! I can't wait!" SOP2 immediately rushed in front of Renault, circling around him.
Although this Prowler body was indeed quite interesting and full of pain, in the end, it was still more comfortable to use the doll frame.
"Don't be in a hurry; it'll be your turn after Springfield's mind data is transferred." While saying this, Renault looked at the silent Alchemist, who had probably learned her lesson and was honestly standing aside, not daring to move...
Oh, she couldn't move by herself.
"Commander, do I need to transfer my mind data as well? Our AR squad's neural core is different from other dolls; it's hard to upload data." Hearing Renault's words, SOP2 couldn't help but ask with some concern.
"It's fine. AR15 transferred hers, and yours is the same. It's not that difficult; just be patient."
Hearing Renault say that, SOP2 also relaxed and found a place to stop, waiting for Springfield's side to transfer the data.
As for Intruder, it seemed that this fellow didn't find it interesting to stand here at Renault's place, or she was worried that the Alchemist would find trouble with her after he got her body back, so she lifted her feet and ran away early.
Another half an hour passed, and Springfield's group finished replacing their doll frame. Renault did not leave them to stay longer, sending them to the ship to find the other dolls.
Alchemist left especially fast, afraid that Renault might dismantle her again. She already knew how Renault cleaned up Executioner. Executioner with a new body was not a rival for Renault, so she naturally did not want to ask for more trouble.
Renault finally had time to calm down and calculate what to do next. He needed to prepare new energy engines for his dolls and produce a new type of strong material to replace the current heavy doll frame...
And...
Renault looked back at the dozen or so doll frames stacked in the middle of the workroom and sighed somewhat helplessly.
He still had to dismantle all of these bodies and send them to other equipment to be reprocessed...
There were still a lot of troubles.
...
"Puha! It's a pain in the ass! That's what it feels like to be alive!" Executioner carried the bottle of wine and violently poured a large gulp into her mouth.
"Yeah, nothing like a drink after a mission!" AK47 echoed.
"Speaking of which, how come we haven't seen Simonov? Seems like we haven't seen her since we got back?"
A-91 craned her head to look at the brewing workroom, with no sign of Simonov.
"Oh, that guy, that seat on the gunship had silicone. She said she was going to the factory room to make one herself. I don't know if she finished it last night, but it's been so long, she wouldn't have accidentally stuffed herself into a hot melting furnace, would she?"
"Well, that's possible too. Hey! Whatever! I'll probably be back in a few minutes when the craving for alcohol is over!"