Chapter 166: Repair Plan

"Ahem! Smells good!"

"Mmm! It's delicious! Just as expected from G36's cooking! So fragrant!"

Seated before the workbench, MDR and RFB happily watched Destroyer's irritated expressions on the screen while eating and giggling.

"Hey, Maria, let me see too. Even though I can't taste it, it's still nice to see, right?" Since Destroyer, or Maria, occupied most of the screen, UMP40 behind RFB couldn't see what MDR and RFB were eating.

"Hmm? RFB, did you hear something? Sounds like someone's swearing?"

"Huh? No, did you wake up too early and start hearing things?"

"How could that be! My components are welded flawlessly in my head! There's absolutely no room for hallucinations... Uh... Good morning, G36..."

MDR shook her head firmly, denying any possibility of hallucinations. However, when she turned her head, she saw G36 standing behind RFB.

"Eating should be done properly! You two! What are you doing in the commander's workshop! Hurry up and take your plates back to the dining hall!" G36, standing with her arms crossed behind RFB, scared RFB.

The two quickly picked up their plates, awkwardly smiled at G36, and hurriedly left the workshop.

Just kidding, G36 was currently managing all the meals at the base. Dare to disobey G36? Then you'll be eating plain vegetables tomorrow! The kind with a few blades of grass mixed in!

"Hey hey! Isn't this Miss G36!? Miss G36! Is this Griffin's outpost?" With MDR and RFB leaving, and Maria slightly shifting her head, UMP40 managed to squeeze in front of the screen.

Although she couldn't see what MDR and RFB were eating, seeing G36 standing in front of the table was enough to make her happy for a while.

Just seeing Griffin's T-Dolls was good enough. If only she could get someone to rescue her!

"Hmm? Do you know me? But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. This isn't Griffin's outpost, and we're not Griffin's T-Dolls. This is just a regular base for a security contractor." G36 was a bit surprised. She was certain she had never met the T-Doll in front of her before.

Perhaps there was another T-Doll in Griffin who looked exactly like her.

"A regular security contractor!? Hahaha! That's hilarious! G36, you're joking, right? If you're just a regular security contractor, what are the others in the world? Security guards at the neighborhood entrance? Hahaha!" Upon hearing G36's words, UMP40 hadn't even expressed her own confusion when Maria beside her burst into laughter like a goose.

"Is it funny?" G36 tilted her head, squinting her eyes.

Sorry, but she couldn't quite grasp the humor. She didn't seem to say anything funny.

"Goose... No, it's not funny." Perhaps frightened by G36's squinting expression, Maria directly shrank her neck and hid behind UMP40. G36's expression reminded her of a very stern supervisor.

"Not funny? Does that mean you're very familiar with Miss G36, Maria? Isn't she an elite T-Doll of Sangvis?" Seeing the interaction between the two, which clearly wasn't that of strangers, UMP40 was really puzzled.

Since when were the elite T-Dolls of Sangvis so approachable? And why did Maria look a little afraid of Miss G36?

"Not very familiar, It's just that she used to come over here often for meals. I also had to go to the dining hall to clean up. Excuse me." G36 didn't intend to stay here any longer and bid farewell to the two before heading back to the dining hall.

"Hey, Maria, where are we exactly now?" Watching G36's figure disappear from sight, UMP40 asked Maria beside her with some confusion.

"I'm not entirely sure, but it's definitely within Renault's base. They moved from their previous base some time ago, but they should still be near our Sangvis Ferri factory. After all, I heard from Scarecrow that they moved using our Sangvis trains."

"Huh? Does that mean that commander had a good relationship with your Sangvis?"

"Well, it's okay, I guess. It's just that his T-Dolls often helped with buying daily necessities, and occasionally, we'd go over for a meal. But it was only me and the Scarecrow; the other SF elite T-Dolls didn't really meet them." Maria, knowing that UMP40's mental template was identical to SF T-Dolls', immediately became less guarded in her speech, revealing every piece of information she knew to UMP40.

After exchanging a few words, they got a bit bored and started tinkering around in their mental space. Renault had mentioned before that they could freely change the conditions in their mental space, as long as they didn't go too far and crash the computer.

Of course, even if they did crash it, it wouldn't matter. There were still plenty of computers in this factory, although most of them were old products from years ago, they were still better than this laptop.

In no time, the two T-Dolls had rearranged the mental space into shapes they were familiar with. One half was Maria's dormitory in the SF factory, and the other half was UMP40's dormitory in Griffin...

Hmm, how should one put it, they probably just thought of being together, anyway, the dorms these two unlucky girls tidied up didn't look very good.

It wasn't even as good as the place G36 and the others had just cleaned up yesterday.

"Are you sure Sangvis and Griffin aren't mistreating their T-Dolls?" After squinting for two or three hours, Renault, who had come back after eating something, immediately saw the pitiful dormitories of the two on the screen.

Maria's side was okay, at least there were some souvenirs and snack boxes Renault had bought, but UMP40's side was a bit miserable. A minimalistic bed, a metal bed without a mattress on top of that..

Top-notch shabby chic decor, metal walls without wallpaper.

Coupled with what looked like a metal door, how was this a dormitory? It was clearly a prison!

If those cardboard boxes and ammo boxes counted as furniture...

"Um, maybe it's just because I'm a newcomer and not very good at combat? Hehe." UMP40 scratched her head in embarrassment, obviously not displeased with the situation.

Rolling his eyes, Renault said, "At least give yourself a decent place to stay. You two will probably be staying here for the next few days, at least until I create new neural cores."

"Um, is it to back up our data and then install it onto new bodies?" UMP40's eyes lit up upon hearing Renault's words.

If that were the case, then she would be able to 'come back to life'!

"It's not backup, it's transferring mental data."

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