Chapter Two Hundred and Eight: Harvest

"Relax, Punk Kid, I always keep my word. If an AI crisis ever occurs, I'll definitely make you crown prince," Tapai said, reaching into his torn open head and fiddling with something inside.

"Ha, I hope you mean it," as Sun Jack felt a slight shift in his heart, streams of nanoworms floated out, swiftly enveloping the memory boxes on the ground that housed digital life and burrowing into the main troop.

Sun Jack watched Tapai's retreating figure in silence. Although he still couldn't be sure, he was leaning towards the idea that Tapai had developed self-awareness.

Tapai was really becoming more human-like, his changes traceable and gradual. He might very well be a smart machine that was continuously evolving.

It seemed that, even with BCPD's tight grip on smart AI, in an era addicted to entertainment, even Revolution Sun Jack could be commoditized—then what couldn't be sold?