"There is an Intelligent Machine production line," Yang Ming whispered, "aren't you longing for mechanical transformation? I'll take you to design a few mechanical transformation plans."
"Really?!"
Mimili's face lit up with joy, then she cunningly sensed a hint of conspiracy.
"Uncle, you want to persuade me to give up on mechanical transformation, right? I'm not so easily swayed."
Yang Ming smiled without answering.
The cabin was filled with a subtle fragrance that brightened his mood considerably.
...
"Sigh."
On the outskirts of a city on Emperor Star, home to hundreds of thousands of technicians, in a park.
Captain Catherine, dressed in exoskeletal armor and wearing a tactical helmet, jumped down from a hoverboard and sat on a faux-stone bench in front of a fountain, lost in thought.
Away from the estates of the palace nobility, Catherine no longer had to witness the collective degeneration of the Great Nobles.
