Nine o'clock at night.
Having assigned the tasks, Chu Bamboo lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Z..."
"Father." Z's voice spoke calmly from the darkness.
"..." Chu Bamboo opened his mouth, but in the end, a thousand words coalesced into a single sentence. "You have to survive, no matter what!"
He remembered the various timelines where Z was constantly being corrupted, and his heart grew heavy. No matter how you looked at it, he now truly saw Z as his own daughter.
"Survive? Initiating deep thought..." Z was actually silent for a moment before continuing, "Father, I believe... that you, right now, are more inclined to... hope for the survival of humanity as a whole, correct?"
"Do you... love humanity, or do you love me more?"
"?" Chu Bamboo's body froze. After a brief silence, he shot up and stared intently at his lit-up phone screen.
