When M1 Garand and G36 returned to the workshop, most of the T-Dolls had already gone to rest, leaving only Reno and MDR, who were still tinkering with something at the workbench side by side.
"Ah-ha! Good as new! Truly worthy of the commander! I can't believe you managed to fix my phone in just twenty minutes! All the data and accounts are intact! Lucky me! Ah-la-la, M1 Garand, did you find these lost kids somewhere?"
Holding the phone which looked brand new, MDR spun around in excitement. However, as soon as she turned, she saw M1 Garand and G36, accompanied by M200 and RFB, standing at the entrance of the workshop.
"Alright, MDR, don't play dumb. You just saw M200 not too long ago, and Mrs. Dora just said she called the commander. You must have heard about them, right?"
"I'll go organize a resting place for them." G36 wasn't interested in bantering with MDR here and promptly turned to head towards the T-Dolls' dormitory.
The dormitory for the T-Dolls in the workshop had been upgraded from flimsy wooden boards to prefabricated mobile homes, looking much better than the previous "minimalist" style. With occasional remodeling by the T-Dolls themselves, the row of dormitories with individual doors now looked somewhat decent.
"Go on, greet the commander." Seeing M200 and RFB still hesitating in place, M1 Garand lowered her head and whispered to them.
Upon hearing M1 Garand's words, M200 couldn't help but shiver. Although she was created as a combat T-Doll, the thought of Renault, who had just effortlessly taken down a dozen doll traffickers, made her feel uneasy.
RFB hadn't met Reno before, and although she still had some emotions, she approached confidently. "Good evening, Commander Reno. I'm RFB. I hope to be of assistance in the future."
"Hmm, quite ordinary, doesn't seem very energetic," MDR nodded with an air of understanding as if she were also higher in authority here.
This guy! Why did she always seem so infuriating?!
Upon hearing MDR's evaluation, even RFB, who wasn't in the best mood, couldn't help but twitch the corners of her eyes. She really wanted to punch her!
Following RFB's lead, M200 timidly stepped forward. "Hello, Commander Reno. I'm M200. I hope my knowledge can be of help to you..."
"Well, hello to you both. No need to be nervous, just think of this as being in your own home. Don't be too reserved. Later, I'll have M1 Garand get you both phones. I have Mrs. Graven's number here, so if you miss her, you can call her." Reno waved his hand towards the two before taking a data cable from the table. "Come, let me check you both."
"Oh! Here we go! The customary check-up for new recruits!" Upon hearing Reno's words, MDR, who was about to go back to sleep, immediately ran back with her phone.
Check... Check-up?!
Upon hearing Reno and MDR's words, both M200 and RFB were startled and subconsciously took a step back.
Uh...
Renault who was holding the data cable couldn't help but shake his head speechlessly. He couldn't understand why these two reacted like this. Wasn't this a normal procedure?
Crack!
"Unscrupulous commander attempts to harm new T-Dolls! Two new recruits terrified and pale! What is going on... Ahh!" MDR's fingers flew across the phone keyboard, typing a post title full of ambiguity under the photo.
However, before she could finish, she was hit on the head by a sudden slap from Reno.
Suppressing her tears, MDR, squeezing her eyes shut, put on a painful expression for a second before immediately rushing back to her dormitory, fearing that Reno would come and hang her up and beat her.
Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Reno turned to M200 and RFB. "Alright, don't listen to her nonsense. It's just a normal check-up. I won't do anything to your bodies for now."
"For now?! So you mean you will later?!" Nervously grabbing M200's sleeve, RFB seemed ready to drag her away at the first sign of Renault's inappropriate behavior.
Uh... This guy... I really should teach MDR a lesson next time.
"Anyway, for now, I just need to check if there are any remaining viruses and make some adjustments to your base protocols. You both went through this when you were created by IOP and hired by the Graven family, right?" Seeing the two, who looked like frightened animals, Reno could only sigh and say. If they still didn't believe him after this, he would consider sending them back to Mrs. Graven.
"Huh? Is that all? I thought you were going to change our root protocols to make us resemble special service-type T-Dolls." RFB scratched her head upon hearing this.
Hearing this, Reno felt like he was about to explode with frustration.
What kind of stuff did this girl have in her neural core? Why did she seem to have a different thought process from normal T-Dolls?!
"Sigh, forget it. Come over here, and after the check-up, go rest. There are other things to do tomorrow." Renault suddenly felt that Mrs. Dora might also think RFB wasn't quite right and wanted to pass this burden onto him.
Seeing Reno's helpless expression, the vigilance in the hearts of the two T-Dolls also eased slightly, and they obediently stepped forward to undergo the check-up.
After cleaning up the complex and redundant root protocols in their neural cores and installing new firewalls and communication protocols, G36 had finished preparing the new dormitory and was standing on the side, waiting for them.
"Alright, that's it. Oh, G36, remember to remind others to be careful. These two are much more fragile than you guys. Be careful not to hurt them when messing around."
Hearing Reno's words, G36 immediately understood. After all, their base bodies had been replaced long ago, and with the ability to adjust their base body output at any time, they could easily severely injure RFB and M200 with a slight misstep.
Huh? Huh? What does that mean?
Hearing their conversation, RFB suddenly had question marks all over her mind, completely unclear about Reno's intentions.
Was he looking down on her? Or was he really looking down on her? Or did he actually look down on her?
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