Chapter 48: Shocked?

"Ahaha! I'm resurrected!" MDR, completely naked, pushed open the repair bay door and stood in front of it, raising her arms and shouting.

She had thought she was done for! Never expected everything to be fine!

"Don't make a racket in the middle of the night. Put on some clothes. If you're hungry, there are snacks over there. If you have nothing to do, find a sleeping bag over there and sleep." Reno, who was still assembling the Doll chassis, didn't turn around, focusing on welding the crucial parts of the prototype's head.

After closing the cranial bone and using repair tools to control the Doll skeleton to stand up, before officially putting it into use, it was necessary to check if there were any structural issues with these parts.

"Oh, this one is taller than me. Is it M1 Garand or Simonov's new prototype?"

"No, it's for Nagant and P38."

Standing next to Reno, the Doll chassis was about 1.7 meters tall, slightly taller than MDR by a finger or two. MDR stood next to the prototype, gesturing, and even looked at her own shoes, feeling fortunate that she wasn't wearing high heels. Otherwise, wouldn't she be shorter than the pistol dolls?

"This one looks different from their original bodies, right? With a different model, can their neural cloud still operate?" While snacking, MDR asked, crunching away.

"There's nothing they can't adapt to. Without rootl protocol restrictions, they'll quickly adapt to their new bodies."

Just like Simonov, even though she had never used wheeled limbs before, as long as she adapted for a while, she could already use them freely, and she even managed to control the wheeled feet to perform jumping actions that were not originally designed to do so.

"Oh, I see... Ah? ...No root protocols? What does that mean!?" Initially not paying much attention, MDR turned her head abruptly after hearing Reno's words, asking incredulously.

Whether it was the Doll products produced by IOP decades ago, or the recent production of service civilian autonomous dolls, and professional tactical dolls like her, they were all programmed with basic root protocols when they left the factory to prevent them from doing anything harmful to humans.

It is also to ensure that they could faithfully execute the commands of their owners.

Therefore, from the first Doll ever made until now, there were no dolls without rootl protocols!

At least... in her understanding, that was simply impossible!

Because no one would want to have a tactical Doll by their side who could break their neck with a raised hand, hit a bullseye with a gun instantly, and was not under their control.

"Literal meaning." Looking at the test results displayed on the screen, Reno nodded in satisfaction. The main structure was fine, and the auxiliary bio-modules had no problems.

Although all these parts were salvaged, it was clear that these autonomous dolls were not the ones that had been in use for a long time, but rather ones that had been modified shortly after their debut.

As for why they didn't just buy modified tactical dolls directly from IOP, who knows what that guy was thinking. But Reno guessed that guy probably found it too expensive. Like that old man, he probably wasn't willing to pay extra money for a simple tactical Doll modification.

Buying some autonomous dolls at a low price and then spending a little money to have them modified into Doll gunners, there was no need to be a sucker, rushing to be gouged by IOP.

At least in terms of combat effectiveness, this approach seemed to be very effective. At least those Doll traffickers would definitely have a headache encountering such a situation. Unless they had EMP weapons on hand, they would have to patiently wait for these modified autonomous dolls to be isolated...

Unfortunately, these modified autonomous dolls would definitely not be isolated.

Just like this time, three large trucks gone in one go, come on Doll traffickers, come as you please! I'll tear your heads apart like melon rinds!

"So what now...?" Hearing MDR suddenly blurt out such a shocking piece of news, her face squished up, not knowing what expression to make.

Thinking back, that guy Reno probably connected her to the maintenance computer to delete her base-level protocols, right?

Damn it!

She really was going to say goodbye to G&K this time! What should she do! She didn't want to be disassembled and have her Fire Control Core removed and then be sent to wash dishes!

Should she become a roaming mercenary like that guy?

No no no! That would be too miserable! Running around, who knows where she'd end up, maybe even to a place without a network... Oh, it seems that even in the Green Zone, there are only a few areas with networks.

No, no! She can't even access the anonymous forums now. The identification code of this prototype has long been canceled. It's impossible to register for a new account...

MDR's life was bleak!

Before Reno could respond to MDR's question, he saw her suddenly blank out, her expression changing again and again, looking like a kaleidoscope. Then she began to hold her head and scratch her ears and cheeks.

Hmm, He couldn't have imagined that after removing the base-level protocol restrictions, advanced dolls would be like this. It seems necessary to explain things clearly to these guys in advance when deleting the rootl protocols in the future.

So as not to cause such frenzied conditions due to their enormous mental freedom.

Shrugging, Reno naturally didn't have the mind to comfort MDR. This guy probably hadn't forgotten to eat, so there shouldn't be any big problems.

MDR seemed to have imagined something, grabbing the snacks at hand, stuffing them into her mouth, frowning from time to time, and occasionally taking a sip of cola.

She even apparently quite acts normal.

The assembly and testing of the two Doll chassiss took a little over an hour. Reno then called Nagant.

"Hmm? Commander? Is something wrong?" Nagant, who was suddenly called, was still a bit confused, but then she saw the Doll skeleton standing not far behind Reno, next to the table. "Oh! Commander! Are you going to replace my body already? It's done so quickly!?"

Although these two bodies only had skeletons, as long as they could replace these drone bodies, she would be very satisfied!

The process of replacing Nagant's body was not complicated, but rather simple. Disassemble the Dinergate's body, remove the neural core, and then place it into the neural core slot reserved in the Doll skeleton.

The rest was to lie in the repair bay and wait for the bio-skin to be attached.

MDR, who had just relapsed into her introspective state, recovered again at this moment. Holding an empty snack bag in her hand, she looked at Nagant, who was lying in the repair bay.

"By the way... am I considered yours now?"

"Hmm? Hmm?"