Chapter 46: The Troubles Unique to Advanced T-Dolls

"Hiss, the repair pod?"

MDR, who followed behind Reno and the others into the Griffin base, noticed the signpost at the staircase.

Glancing at the backs of Reno and the others, MDR turned around and walked towards the repair room.

"We're all from Griffin here. Borrowing the repair bay for a bit shouldn't be a problem, right? Anyway, my injuries are minor, and it won't take much material."

Next to the repair room of Base 939 was the command center of the base, where the large communicator used to contact Griffin HQ was located.

Originally intending to go to the repair bay to fix herself, MDR's eyes lit up when she saw the communicator.

"Oh! The communicator! I remember you can also log into the Griffin anonymous forum with this thing. I'll log in before repairing!"

"Hehe! Haven't been online for so long, anonymous forum! Your emperor is back!"

Seeing the familiar interface on the screen, MDR quickly grabbed the keyboard and typed away, entering a complex username and password before confidently hitting the enter key.

Login successful!

Welcome back, MDR!

"Ah-ha!" Seeing her account successfully logged in, MDR clapped her hands and was about to check the recent activities on the anonymous forum when she noticed the date and time displayed in the bottom right corner of the screen... It seemed to be different from the time in her original body...

Unfamiliar commanders, unfamiliar T-Dolls, and the strange attitude towards herself all added to MDR's growing confusion.

Now, coupled with the completely different time she was aware of, and the frequent posting activity on this account...

The most recent one, where she accidentally spilled her drink and made a mess, was twenty minutes ago. The comment read, 'Oops, accidentally spilled it. Looks like I need to change clothes.'

Account logged in from another location.

Just as MDR was incredulously about to check the previous records, the screen suddenly displayed a line of text.

As for the reason...

"Who!? Which shameless person dared to hijack my account! It's like a disgusting mother opening the door to disgust me for nothing! Absolutely disgusting!"

After MDR's account was kicked out, a new post immediately appeared in the anonymous forum. Although it didn't have the poster's name, the tone, and the location information of the remote login posted by the other party...

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"In the end, that old man didn't show up in person, but could he be hiding in his farm or breeding farm?"

"I don't know, but it's already dark now. If we're going, we'll have to wait until daylight."

Simonov and BM59 followed behind Reno, talking casually. However, as they approached the truck to get ready to board, Simonov frowned strangely.

Because there were two bright red handprints on the door of the car.

Of course, it wasn't blood, just the bio-fluid of the doll. The traces were still fresh, obviously not left by AK47 before.

Following the traces of the fluid, they looked into the truck, where there should have only been a pair of autonomous doll parts. But now, there was an extra dark figure, crouching with its head in its hands. However, the silver hair exposed this person's identity.

"MDR? Why did you, who belongs to the Griffin base, come to our truck?"

The recognition of this silver hair was quite high. Even though it was already dark, several dolls could still clearly see MDR's face.

"I..." Looking at the group of T-Dolls staring at her, MDR didn't know why she had come here. Just now, when she saw another herself still active on the anonymous forum on the communicator in the Griffin base, her brain suddenly heated up, and she ran out without even repairing herself.

Looking left and right, she saw this familiar truck and climbed up without thinking too much.

As for reasons...? Uh, she couldn't think of any. Maybe she just didn't want to be alone?

"Get in the car, we're ready to go back." Reno glanced at the MDR sitting in the truck with a face full of self-abandonment, didn't say much, just waved to his own dolls, and entered the driver's seat to start the truck.

Probably sensing the turmoil in the G&K base, the residents of the town had already returned home, tightly closing their doors. There were no pedestrians on the streets, not even the autonomous dolls seen during the day.

Perhaps they had already been hidden by their respective owners, or perhaps they had been controlled by that stingy old man.

As for the specifics...? Anyway, it had nothing to do with Reno. This was a problem for Griffin's commander to worry about.

Not far away, with the roads in the town not blocked, Reno quickly drove the truck back to the warehouse they had left before.

The situation here was the same as when they left, with doll debris and human remains strewn around, still unattended.

After all, it was rare for anyone to come here. It was normal for no one to tidy up.

And the things in the warehouse naturally showed no signs of being tampered with. It's just that there might be an open-air camping tonight. Not only was the warehouse door blown off, but even the roof of the warehouse had collapsed, revealing a large piece of dark sky overhead.

Stars and such, you couldn't see a single one.

In this world full of collapsing particle clouds, it was difficult to see even the moon, let alone look up at the stars cleary.

"So, you've lost your identity in G&K? Now, you've been replaced by an MDR reconstructed by the backup Neural Cloud?" Perhaps naturally optimistic, or accompanied by someone, MDR, who had opened up, had recounted her experiences to Simonov during the short time in the truck.

Simonov helped the limping MDR off the truck and shrugged indifferently. "So this is the trouble unique to advanced T-Dolls? If it were me, I definitely wouldn't think too much. I would just go back to Griffin headquarters and continue to work for my salary. What's the big deal?"

"Uh, Simonov, don't you find it terrifying that someone exactly like you suddenly replaces your existence?"

"Oh, come on, this is the unique trouble of you advanced dolls. We low-level dolls have seen several identical doll models. There's even one in this Base 939 who looks exactly like me! But she should be on guard duty now."

Hearing Simonov's words, Nagant nodded in agreement. "Exactly, when I was at headquarters, I saw at least three Nagant Fevolvers identical to me. Anyway, they're all made by the same factory, so what's so strange about having identical ones?"