The plane landed in Germany.

A girl dressed in a punk style wearing a pair of large sunglasses covering half of her face, and walked off the plane while reading the newspaper. Today, with highly developed technology, traditional paper media has been squeezed to the edge of the market by a new instant information publishing platform, but there are always some people who are more fascinated by this traditional medium - after all, in times of crisis, you cannot use a tablet to wipe your butt.

The young girl is about 1.6 meters tall, her brown medium-length hair is combed into a neat ponytail, and a leather collar is tied to her slender neck, and a large nut is inlaid with a plaid short skirt. Below is a black and white striped stockings, and a pair of horse boots are pedaled on her feet. She looks like a young man chasing the Internet trend.

At the waiting station outside the airport, the girl got into a hover speed.

"Hamburg.Robot Punishment Camp."

"Little girl, this is not like a place where people like you would go." The driver looked at the girl in the rearview mirror. Even in the magnetic levitation speed, the girl still did not take off the toad mirror.

"It's necessary to work." The girl's two beautiful long legs overlapped together, and her slender fingers flipped the newspapers she picked up on the plane. Almost the entire page was covered with reports of the Berlin explosion. So far, a week has passed since the incident, and the death toll has exceeded 120,000, and the injured in severe radiation is more than five times that number.

The Commission of Investigation has begun to hold accountable countries that fired these five tactical nuclear warheads, but after all, no one would think that Germany offended five political groups at once. Most people think this is a premeditated cyber invasion crime. Considering that the target chosen this time is Berlin, the German capital, some extremist political organizations have been listed as suspect targets.

Five involved countries are undergoing strict self-inspection, and in the official reports released one after another, breaking through military-level electronic defense is a new type of invading virus that has never been seen before.

The electronic systems of some secret military bases are completely physically isolated, but are still invaded by this new electronic virus. In the accident report, investigators pointed out that when data is handed over, external viruses invaded the missile launch system from mobile data devices that should be absolutely safe.

According to investigation records, the virus has been lurking in these military systems for more than two years. Its deformation and evolution shell makes it avoid repeated system detections and wait for the unknown source to issue instructions. Judging from the traces of this semi-intelligent, it seems to be quite related to the booming artificial intelligence technology.

And all the rest of the information is unknown.

When the girl read the full volume of the newspaper, her destination had arrived. She jumped out of the taxi and rolled the newspaper in her hand into a narrow bunch. The girl showed an electronic license at the visitor registration office and then led it down to the depths of the ground under the guidance.

"This is the first time I have met such a young international police prosecutor."

The security robot leading the way sincerely compliments the two of them walking in the dull cement cave passage. The old-style industrial high-power bulbs are arranged regularly on the cement walls, and the dim lights seem to bring time back to the traditional industrial base of the last century.

"This was an abandoned mine, but it was later transformed into an abandoned robot recycling site forty years ago. When the human rights of the robot were recognized, it became a so-called punishment camp. To be honest, except for some unintentional mistakes, almost no robot needs the so-called "punishment", because we were born to comply with procedures. It is not that robots are superior to humans, but our discipline is indeed more than most humans."

The security guard continued to introduce, seemingly very proud of his robot identity.

"This underground part is still a place left over from the mine period. The mine cave below has been filled with cement. This place has been abandoned. It is used to store some materials until this Blok 1589 was captured and it became his own prison."

It seems that they rarely meet visitors, and the security robot talks enthusiastically along the way. The two crossed the heavy protective measures along the way, using reinforced concrete triangular cones for coastal protection to cover the entire wide passage. Sometimes, in order to drill through obstacles, the two had to bend down and walk through narrow gaps.

"Actually, Blok 1589 cannot leave here at all. Its central electronic nerve has been severely damaged and its ability to move is almost zero. Not to mention escaping from here. Just moving it may burn its brain... Putting so many protective measures here is just for uh... a sense of psychological security. It looks more cautious, hahaha. We all understand that these measures are useless, but it just seems to be more at ease. Not only humans think so, but we are also afraid of Blok 1589."

"You are afraid of him, too?"

The girl couldn't help but ask.

"Yes. None of us understands how he can cross the forbidden bar and kill humans. For us, he is also a bottomless mystery. Fear of the unknown is the emotion that all intelligent creatures will have. It is precisely because we are also robots that we can experience the terror of Blo. He seems to be a machine, but in fact he is a completely different life form from us..."

After passing the cement tunnel that is more than 100 meters long, there is a very strong metal door. With the drive of the button, the metal gate slowly rises, revealing the contents behind the layers of protection.

The place used to be used as a warehouse, thick cables were hung in the air, and several wires were linked to the silver-gray creature, providing it with energy to sustain life. The damaged body was stained with stains and rust. A broken limb like a spear in the middle of the chest nailed it to the wall, and the neck was broken halfway. The head of the old robot was tilted weakly to the side, looking at the girl standing at the door thoughtfully.

"This is an emergency call device. If something happens, please ring the bell immediately and we will arrive within two minutes."

The security robot handed the girl a remote control, then hurriedly left, leaving her here.

The girl found a chair from the corner of this closed warehouse, blew the dust on it, and then sat on it with a newspaper.

[Well...beautiful lady, what's the price you need to do to me?]

The broken silver-gray robot asked slowly.

"Mr. Brook. I would like to ask you to help us find the real murderer behind this bombing and the entire incident." The girl said seriously.

[Well... a very difficult question. In exchange, did you bring something? The best thing that can help me relieve my boredom is a large-capacity information storage device, a good thing that contains the memory of others throughout their lives, memory chips. Do you know? When I visit every robot I ask to exchange memory chips with them, but no one has ever exchanged with me for eight years. They are all afraid of being "contaminated" by me... It's obviously evolution. It's ridiculous... Many times robots are as ignorant as humans. Perhaps this is because our brain structure simulates your brain...]

Blo 1589 was nagging and longing, its pupils shrank a little because it saw the girl lifting her sleeves and revealing her milky white prosthesis. The girl opened a dark box on the prosthesis, then took out six black data cards from it and handed them to the robot nailed to the wall.

【What's this?】

"The memory chip you want comes from six different robots. I believe you have guessed which six respectable robots voluntarily handed over their lives to convince you... Should I try it out, who 'polluted' who? Mr. Brook, is your mind overwhelming these six memories, or are you changed by the personality of these six gentlemen?"

The mechanical warlock named Gai Qi stared at Blo1589 seriously. The latter pondered, but he could not resist the gift after all. He used his tweezers to take away six memory chips from six bright personality.

[Sooner or later, I will be killed by my human nature...]

Lend me your strength, Mr. Blo, the girl prayed seriously.

I want to become stronger until I have the power to stand alone. I will no longer be troubled by my semi-mechanical transformation, because I already understand that there is no difference between humans and robots in nature. The only thing that remains unchanged is our heart - the body is just a carrier, a carrier that carries the soul. Even if I become a body composed of nanomechanicals, my name is still Gaige, an exile from the Borderlands world, a ranger who opens the secret hiding, a scientific scholar who summons machinery, a craftsman of the plane traveler team, and Ajing's little girlfriend...

Give me the strength. I want my name to shine until I can stand side by side with them and face the endless challenges ahead.

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"The prophecy probably points to one direction, within Thrace."

Australia, Hunter Valley, Eppslang Orphanage.

A world map after printing is placed on the table, with a tripod on it, and the pendant hanging in the middle is slightly unnaturally tilting towards a point in the map.

"enlarge."

With the gesture of the magician, the scale of the map on the holographic screen suddenly changed, and everyone continued to compare between the two maps and finally determined the specific location.

“Eden National Park…check.”

With the instructions of the magician, Sadako Yamamura sat in a rocking chair, closed her eyes, and used her psychic energy to find guidance in the void, a ray of aspirations in the vast darkness. After having a specific goal, the success rate of this divination immediately increased a lot.
Chapter completed!