Chapter 167: Do we really need everything

"Commander, it seems Destroyer's condition is somewhat different from usual," BM59 whispered as Renault stepped away from the laptop's webcam. BM59 lowered her voice as she spoke.

Destroyer appeared to be a bit smarter than usual and much more obedient. Could it be just because she was accompanying UMP40 that her personality had changed so much? BM59 found it hard to believe.

"Yeah, I know. Her central core is damaged, blocking some areas that could potentially lead to a neural breakdown. UMP40 is the same; her core was almost burnt into glass, and some external data on the surface was inevitably damaged."

"Um, so you mean both of them are currently in an abnormal state? But... they don't seem to have any problems, do they?" BM59 scratched her head. Although Destroyer seemed a bit different than usual and even called herself Maria, she didn't seem crazy like those with damaged neural cores.

BM59 had seen T-Dolls with damaged neural cores before. Occasionally, MDR would share some videos or images she saw on anonymous forums.

Those T-Dolls with damaged neural cores, apart from those completely shut down on the spot, most of them became crazy, with behavior beyond description. Calling them crazy was an understatement.

"Well, isn't it good this way? If they were completely crazy, I'd have to figure out how to straighten out their thought processes. This way, it's much easier," Renault remarked.

Moving the materials used to make the neural cores out of the box, Renault roughly estimated that there were plenty of materials. There was more than enough to make new neural cores for their own T-Dolls.

After all, even the neural cores of their own T-Dolls, like MDR's advanced model, didn't have a large capacity.

In fact, the neural cores of dolls like MDR, the so-called advanced models, were not fundamentally different from those of tactical dolls modified from autonomous models like Nagant Revolver.

The diameter of the neural core of each one was only the size of a bottle cap. Calling them small would be an understatement.

The reason they were created out to be the size of a fist was that most of the space was taken up by those complicated external modules.

Now, compared to Destroyer from Sangvis Ferri and the recovered UMP40, it was simply day and night. The neural cores of the two were the size of fists alone!

Sangvis Ferri Manufacturing was truly worthy of being a military industrial enterprise; they were sufficiently sincere enough to use adequate materials in the production of dolls. Only IOP, this penny-grubbing enterprise, would limit the size of dolls' neural cores to such a tiny extent.

Of course, this might also be related to the different ways in which the neural clouds were used by both sides, but in any case, the T-Dolls from IOP had much more room for expansion.

No wonder most of the T-Dolls from IOP could only use their own imprinted weapons. With such a bottle cap-sized neural core, how much could you store? Advanced T-Dolls might have a little more space, but how much more could they have?

The bottle was there, and the amount of water it could hold was fixed a long time ago. If these T-Dolls could all evolve on their own, what would humans still need to do?

"What are you thinking about, Commander?" Seeing Renault writing and drawing in front of the workbench, Simonov, who had a headache from reading, came out of the workshop and asked with BM59 softly.

"I'm thinking about making new neural cores for Destroyer and UMP40. It seems their original cores are damaged," BM59 also felt a bit uncertain. She only felt that their Commander seemed to be getting more capable. It was one thing to build their own autonomous bodies, but now, even the neural cores had to be DIY'ed.

"Making new neural cores?" Simonov muttered in disbelief, then clapped her hands directly.

Slap!

"Yeah! Why didn't I think of that! We're T-Dolls! Why should we bother to read books? Just let the Commander find some data and inject it into the neural cores! Commander! Commander!"

Thinking of this, Simonov immediately ran in eagerly and voiced her idea.

Unfortunately, all she got was Renault's dumbfounded look.

"Do you think that's possible? This is IOP's exclusive secret. Do you think I haven't thought about finding those things on the black market network?"

The information for brewing alcohol was indeed available, and there was a lot of it, all kinds of unique brewing techniques and recipes were readily available.

Unfortunately, those were just data. Even if they were really injected into the T-Dolls' neural cores, it would just be like adding a book that didn't need to be opened manually.

To truly integrate these techniques and instantly turn a T-Doll into a master brewer or farming expert was simply impossible.

IOP relied on this to make a living; how could they leak such important method?

The neural cloud diagram that could backup tactical dolls' combat data had only been developed for a few years, and it wasn't clear whether it had been developed recently or had been just developed and not yet put into use.

And if these crucial data for modifying dolls were really obtained by others, how could IOP continue its business? People could just find an old T-Doll and inject data into it; why would they need to buy new ones?

"Um... well... that's true..." Hearing Renault's words, Simonov could only leave reluctantly. Upon careful consideration, her constant "job-hopping" among so many industries did seem to make sense.

Those dolls that could complete their work quickly and efficiently as well as who weren't specially ordered from IOP, like her, were indeed not as efficient as those professional dolls  in those specialized positions.

While Simonov was pondering where she could slack off, the other T-Dolls were not idle either. Although Renault stayed in the workshop, the specific tasks had already been assigned.

M1 Garand and the others were cleaning the factory. In other words, doing a thorough clean-up, clearing out the personal items of the former employees, and cleaning up the equipment.

After all, it would be put into use soon.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect the Commander to suddenly want to establish a farm. But is it really feasible? Has anyone here worked on a farm before?" Nagant Revolver held a mop and followed behind P38, mopping the floor.

Hearing Nagant Revolver's words, all the T-Dolls present shook their heads. "Definitely not, except for Simonov, we all seem to have been modified into tactical dolls as soon as we came out of the factory."

"But the Commander said it's no problem. Most of the work should be automated, right? Nowadays, many farms are automated, aren't they?"

"Uh, automated? Then there should be no problem. I really don't know how to cultivate crops."

"But with the farm, we won't need to spend money to buy vegetables and grains from outside anymore. But... what about meat?"

"Surely... a ranch?"