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Intergalactic conquest with an AI

Rex was an ordinary salaryman, resigned to a dull life of monotony in a towering megacity. But his world shatters when he's conscripted by Nexum Dynamics, a ruthless megacorporation, and thrust into a brutal war for a barren, alien world. The planet holds unimaginable riches, but it’s also swarming with the Krhyssari, an insectoid race that dominates the surface with their hive-mind precision and relentless aggression. Amid the carnage, Rex had an extraordinary encounter with Cleo, an ancient AI, a survivor of a long-extinct civilization. Cleo isn't just an artificial intelligence; she’s a consciousness imbued with memories of her people's interstellar empire and equipped with advanced bio-nanotechnology. Offering Rex a new purpose and unmatched power, she transforms his fragile human body into a hybrid of living metal and flesh, making him the ultimate weapon. But Cleo is more than a tool of war. As she journeys alongside Rex, her cold, logical algorithms evolve, shaped by his humanity. Together, they form a bond that transcends the boundaries of man and machine, discovering love in the midst of chaos. As Rex and Cleo fight for survival, they uncover a shared ambition, to rise as intergalactic overlords, uniting or conquering the galaxy. New chapters everyday at 13 p.m. [GMT+8 time]

Shazorwy · Ficção Científica
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171 Chs

Hangover.

"By the way," Rex said casually, glancing at Ys as the trio strolled across the bustling casino floor, weaving between rows of flashing machines and excited gamblers.

Ys was walking on his left; her arm looped lightly around his as if staking her claim. "What were you two arguing about earlier? Something about instinct versus statistics?"

"Oh, that?" Ys smirked, puffing her chest out slightly as if she had already won the debate.

"It's simple, darling. Cleo here keeps insisting that the best way to win at these games is to use probabilities, statistics, and all that boring nonsense. But I say it's all about instinct! You just know where to bet if you've got good instincts. It's a gut thing, you know?"

Cleo, walking on Rex's other side with her usual composed grace, didn't even open her eyes as she replied. "Instinct is just a euphemism for guessing," she said calmly, her tone tinged with a hint of superiority.