Chapter 68: A Massive Supply of Food!

As Eden was pondering how to persuade the robot, Moss suddenly made a move.

Moss lowered its weapon, and the energy turrets also retracted.

At this moment, Moss was clearly overwhelmed with emotion. It had been working alone at the Green Wave Farm for an incredibly long time.

Was it ten thousand years? Or even longer?

In this space, Moss couldn't accurately measure time. Apart from the occasional task of dealing with alien invasions, it had been repeating the same routine work.

Moss managed the Green Wave Farm according to its set program, awaiting the arrival of its master to inspect the results of its work.

But throughout the years, its master had never come.

It had waited for so long, perhaps indefinitely, until it eventually rusted and broke down, unable to function any longer.

And now, finally, it had met its master!

Moss stepped in front of Eden, solemnly kneeling down and lowering its head.

Its electronic voice carried a tone of reverence, mixed with barely contained excitement:

"Honorable and noble Master, welcome to the Green Wave Farm!"

"Master?"

Eden was stunned once again.

In that instant, countless thoughts ran through his mind.

Could this be part of some grand scheme set in motion by a powerful entity?

Or perhaps a future version of himself had laid out this plan in the past, leaving behind this rich inheritance for him?

Thinking about it nearly fried his mental circuits.

However, his confusion was quickly addressed.

Moss maintained its respectful attitude as it explained:

"Yes, based on the results of the genetic test, you have passed the system's evaluation 100%, becoming my new master!"

Seeing Eden's puzzled expression, Moss patiently elaborated.

It turned out that Moss had once served as a royal farm robot during humanity's Golden Age, responsible for supplying fresh produce to the royal family's starships.

However, during a warp journey, the ship was attacked and shattered.

Moss, along with the Green Wave Farm, had luckily survived under the protection of a special force field, shielding them from the warp's destructive energy.

Although the ship was gone, Moss continued its work at the farm, adhering to the programs set within its system.

Unless a new order was given, it couldn't leave.

As a sentient robot, Moss was well aware that its original master had likely perished in the terrible warp storm.

But according to the fundamental logic programmed into robots, they couldn't act independently.

Robots could only follow set programs and their master's commands.

So even after losing its master, Moss had no choice but to remain at the farm, unable to take any autonomous actions.

Serving the master was their sole purpose for existence.

This was the chain humanity had placed on robots.

Moss also had another built-in logic program.

Once it was confirmed that the original master had died, it was required to select a new master.

This was to prevent the robot from gaining complete autonomy in extreme situations.

Some robots were even equipped with self-destruct programs, which would cause their cores to burn out once their master died or was completely unable to give orders.

However, that was considered a cruel and uncivilized practice, only used in certain specialized robots.

As a farm robot, Moss wasn't equipped with such a program. Instead, it had the ability to choose a new master.

Of course, there was a complex algorithm involved in this decision-making process.

It prioritized choosing the original master's heirs, royal family members, or humans with pure bloodlines.

But there was no doubt—Eden had passed the system's evaluation.

He was deemed a qualified new master, and in some ways, his bloodline was even purer and nobler than the royal family's.

After Moss' detailed explanation, Eden finally understood.

This was all just a coincidence.

His pure bloodline, along with the timing of his arrival, had aligned perfectly with the conditions required to become Moss' new master.

"So, I'm your new master, and you'll follow all of my commands?"

"Yes, my master."

"Moss, from now on, address me as 'Governor'."

"Understood, Governor."

"Excellent. In that case, does this artificial farm now belong to me?"

Hearing this, Moss hesitated for a moment before responding:

"According to inheritance law, in the absence of royal heirs, their assets are collectively owned by the royal family. So, the Green Wave Farm technically belongs to the royal family…"

"Is that so?" Eden scratched his head, realizing he had found a way to communicate with the robot.

"Well then, I, the Governor, officially declare that the Green Wave Farm is now my personal property. I hereby order you to manage this farm on my behalf. Any issues with that?"

Moss' screen displayed a stream of data as its CPU processed the command at high speed.

It eventually concluded that it must obey its master's orders.

"No issues…"

"Then why are you standing around? Get moving and show me what you've been working on.

I, the Governor, am here to inspect your progress!"

At Eden's command, Moss became visibly excited.

Finally, after all these years, someone had come to inspect its work!

"Right away, please follow me!"

Moss eagerly led Eden on a tour of the vast Green Wave Farm, piloting its hover unit as it zipped along.

It was only now that Eden realized the section of the farm he had initially seen was just one part of the artificial complex.

The Green Wave Farm had several zones, each dedicated to growing different crops, including rice, wheat, and potatoes.

It also had independent ecosystems to support the specific needs of each crop.

Eden suddenly realized that in addition to the valuable farm construction technology, these rice, wheat, and potato seeds were treasures too!

These were crops from the Golden Age, completely untainted by pollution!

In the current galaxy, many plants and animals had been corrupted or mutated, far from their original forms.

Many had defects, or even toxic qualities.

Some required special treatments just to be usable.

For example, the wheat used to make flour in the Court District.

The wheat had a mild toxicity and needed to go through special screening processes before it could be ground into flour for consumption.

But in the 40K era, with the humans' chaotic gene pool, people had built up resistance to toxins, so they could eat almost anything without dying.

After all, if you could stomach corpse starch, what couldn't you eat?

An extreme example would be Catachan.

Catachan was covered in dense jungles where the ecosystem itself seemed conscious and highly aggressive.

In such a hellhole, it was unclear who would eat whom when crops were planted.

It was a constant battle of plants versus Catachan humans.

Given such examples, the pure seeds from the Green Wave Farm would be incredibly valuable across the galaxy!

What's more, Moss revealed that the Green Wave Farm not only stored these seeds but also had facilities and technology for cultivating them.

This was an enormous surprise—Eden felt like he'd hit the jackpot!

However, after touring the entire farm, Eden realized one major problem.

The crops had only recently been planted, meaning it was far from harvest time.

These distant resources wouldn't solve his immediate food crisis. He couldn't just wait around for the harvest, and the Court District's food supplies wouldn't last until next month.

What should he do?

Fortunately, Eden's worries were soon put to rest. Moss had been continually planting and storing food.

It had been farming for millennia!

If its storage technology was as advanced as its farming, the amount of stored food would be unimaginable!

(End of Chapter)

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