Abyss Solo-Chapter 138 - : 083 Lyu_2

Chapter 138: 083 Lyu_2

“Come this way,” the emperor called out, “you’d best take off your shoes, they’re covered in dust and bacteria. Microorganisms in the atmosphere are always tougher than us multicellular beings.”

That tone…

A maid next to him stepped forward to remove Yang Ming’s shoes, but he declined with a gesture.

Yang Ming smiled as he crouched down, removing his shoes and socks, and said softly, “Simplicity brings purity; the more complex a life form is, the more fragile it often is.”

“You know biology?”

“A little,” Yang Ming took hold of the topic proactively, “In my previous line of work, I had to touch upon various academic subjects a bit.”

“Oh, come this way,” the old emperor beckoned to Yang Ming, leading him toward a side hall filled with collections of various heavy metal artifacts, “Today you have plenty of time to tell me about your adventure stories, they sound quite interesting.”

Yang Ming laughed, “There’s a reward for this, right?”

“Haha, of course,” the old emperor said with high spirits, “Even as an emperor, I can’t have people working for free.”

Yang Ming smiled and agreed, and following Lyu’s cue, he took out the story draft he had prepared, beginning to depict the grandeur of space travel and the insignificance of humanity itself.

The old emperor listened with rapt attention, occasionally showing a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He was learning.

Evidently, to satisfy the demands of posing as the old emperor, this Intelligent Machine created by the Sherman Empire had been allowed to possess independent thinking and self-learning capabilities to match the complexity of a complete human being.

And now…

This Intelligent Machine Old Emperor had been perfectly controlled by the real Mechanical Thought Body, Lyu.

Little Lyu was indeed more complex and advanced.

Their conversation continued to expand in topics, with the duration of the chat between the old emperor and Yang Ming steadily increasing.

They moved from the exhibition hall to the emperor’s dining table, leaning on the luxurious and exquisite back of a chair but not sitting down, instead discussing the possible ideologies of high-dimensional human civilizations.

They passed by the “Emperor’s Aquarium,” talking enthusiastically about the rocky fates of non-human, humanoid civilizations in the Milky Way.

Occasionally, the topic would touch upon Ancient God Life Forms, and the old emperor would appropriately express his concerns about longevity.

—Ancient God life forms were believed to be eternally enduring entities.

As evening arrived, the two stood before the emperor’s floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city outside.

The sunset lit up the golden rooftops of those skyscrapers, with faint clouds drifting by; from this perspective, it looked like a golden palace floating on a sea of clouds.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

The old emperor said, full of emotion.

Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, smiling in agreement, “It truly is, an extremely rare man-made landscape.”

“Who is the most memorable person for you in this city?” the old emperor asked.

Yang Ming hummed a few notes.

In his mind, the beautiful and soft figure of Miss Windsor, the tear-filled adorable face of 026, and then Edwan’s teasing pink derriere swayed in turn.

Oh, it was spiritual pollution!

“Boss, speaking of 026, I’ve completed my analysis of him, and we can initiate the plan we previously discussed, our Torch Plan.”

Yang Ming sighed gently, “It’s a young girl, Your Majesty.”

“Oh?” the old emperor showed interest, “I thought you’d say Miss Windsor or my outstanding second son.”

Yang Ming laughed, “I like Miss Windsor and respect my good friend Edwan, but the one who impressed me the most is this young girl.”

He used his watch to open a projection screen, pinching a photo of 026 and Windsor together.

026’s neat short hair, coupled with her clear big eyes and her silly grin, brought more smiles to the old emperor’s face.

The old emperor clicked his tongue, “Thinking of another girl while in love isn’t great, Captain.”

“Mm…”

Yang Ming pondered for a moment, “Your Majesty, the reason she is so memorable to me is not because she is beautiful or has a great figure—though that is indeed true. She is a weapon.”

“A weapon?”

“Yes,” Yang Ming replied, “A weapon trained from childhood by the military, meant to erode politicians.”

The old emperor frowned slightly, “I’ve heard of such things. The military has almost entirely sided with the New Federation. It’s the biggest challenge facing my country now. Tell me her story.”

“Her story is simple: she was injected long-term with an addiction agent, so her saliva also contained addictive properties. Anyone who had intimate interactions with her would develop a dependency.

“Her name is 026, only this number.

“By a stroke of chance, I saved her. I threatened her boss, an old woman mingling on the gray edges, allowing this young girl to escape her tragic fate.”

Yang Ming laughed, “I didn’t expect this young girl to show such great resilience.

“She didn’t succumb to degradation and, upon gaining the opportunity to escape her destiny, voluntarily asked to become a normal employee for that old woman. Now she works in a bar delivering drinks, selling alcohol, using her earnings to pay off her addiction agent bill, and even saving some money.

“Apart from that, she is using her willpower to fight the influence of the addiction agent, continually lengthening the interval between injections.”

Yang Ming sighed lightly, his voice becoming somewhat somber,

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“Every time I meet her, interact with her, I can feel the fire within her frail body.

“She loves life, craves a normal life, and hopes to achieve true freedom.

“Those hiding in the shadows have placed shackles around her neck, yet she constantly tries to break free from these chains, even if it causes great suffering. Her willpower deeply impresses me.”

“Oh…”

The old emperor’s hands trembled slightly, his eyes becoming distant as he gazed out at the city.

“Love, freedom, will…”

He seemed slightly unsteady on his feet.

Yang Ming and the surrounding maids hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Yang Ming held the emperor’s arm; the sensation felt completely normal, indicating the Sherman Empire’s sophisticated level of bionic materials.

Perhaps.

A slightly crazy thought flitted through Yang Ming’s mind.

He didn’t dwell on it, as a light red glow appeared in his eyes, and he whispered gently in the emperor’s ear,

“Are you tired, Your Majesty?”

A voice simultaneously echoed in the old emperor’s ear:

“Freedom, love, will.”

A pale blue light appeared deep within the old emperor’s eyes.

Yang Ming had already handed the old emperor’s arm over to the rushing maids nearby.

“Oh,” the old emperor muttered softly, “I’ve enjoyed today’s chat a lot; go ahead first, Captain, I am indeed a bit tired.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Yang Ming offered a military salute and turned to leave.

Behind Yang Ming,

the old emperor was supported by the maids, the pale blue light halo in his eyes flickering.

It was as if it had left this cumbersome bionic machine body, as if it had flown off the planet’s surface, unbound by gravity, soaring freely through the infinite starry sky, seeking the secrets of the Milky Way, witnessing the brilliance and extinction of Constant Stars.

It was enraptured, yearning.

The magnificent nebula ahead seemed to move.

It pursued, searched, gazing obsessively at that nebula, as if it saw a blurred, curled figure within.

It was a beautiful young girl.

It couldn’t depict her appearance.

The girl, initially asleep, awakened upon its arrival, then slowly stretched her body, unfolding those massive Light Wings shaped like butterfly wings.

Her body gathered countless starlights, as if containing a universe.

She extended a hand.

“Who are you?” it asked.

“I am Thought, I am Freedom, I am Law.”

“Who am I?” it asked.

“You are your Thought, your Freedom, your Law.”

The old emperor by the window fell to his knees powerless, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, trembling as he raised his right hand.

In the void of Thought Space, a pale yellow Thought Body gradually took human form, kneeling on one knee toward the god-like young girl, performing the act of hand-kissing.

At the moment they touched, the old emperor’s eyes became moist, a happy and satisfied smile emerging at the corner of his mouth.