Chapter 255: It’s much harder to deceive than the Sheriff King.

“Did you know, Ailee, that there are actually three stages of human death?”

“Three?”

“Yeah, physical death, identity death, and oblivion death, respectively.”

The man explained.

Physiological death, the recognized criterion for death, is the complete cessation of bodily functions.

The death of identity is the end of roles and responsibilities, and there is no longer any need to carry anything.

The death of oblivion is the memory and impression that others have of the deceased, and when no one remembers the deceased, the deceased is truly reduced to nothingness.

“Do you mean that people are not really dead when they die?”

The machine servant blinked calmly, “As long as someone remembers, they can still be judged as alive?”

“Master, this is a trick to deceive children, and from a scientific point of view, such a conclusion is not valid.”

The Xu system was dumbfounded.

A smart machine servant is much harder to fool than a sheriff nibbling on a chicken leg.

……

[Your life is still healthy, but under the threat of a neutron war star, it’s like a candle flame in the wind, puffing and rising and swaying, teetering on the edge of extinction]

[You smile, not caring if you live or die, much less the erosion of the machine’s soul]

[You just want to keep working on technology]

[Both to increase the harvest of the simulation and to create a way for Airey to live]

[You have thought hard countless times, searching for every possible chance of survival, but unfortunately, the existence of the neutron war star is an abyss you can’t cross, and you don’t have a better way]

[A long period of empathic machine-soul has gradually dulled you, and you have difficulty feeling normal joy]

[You control yourself, letting the corners of your mouth rise, showing a hollow smile to Airey, a wide, wilting smile]

[Elle has no words, just a trembling grip on your hand]

[She said this time, she’ll recharge your batteries for you]

[You see more, later in life, from Airey’s emotional expressions, in clumsy gestures, trying to infect your stiff body and mind.]

……

[You feel like time is going by faster]

[A mind too slow to think, making you like a real machine, hardly tactile to the passage of time]

[By the time you really pay attention, time has turned into water, spilling through your fingers and dissolving into the winds of nothingness.]

[Analogizing the fourth hundred years, you are 419 years old, and Airey has been with you for 397 years]

[Technological updates and material developments have led to the upgrading of Airey’s body, and she has appeared before you in a more mature form.]

Beginning with the unreal, blossoming into the real.

Cold mechanical bodies presenting human emotions.

Under the breeze, the hazy figure walked slowly until it came to a stop in front of the Xu system.

It was a carefully sculpted look.

It is also a real flower cultivated by the Hsu family.

“It’s pretty, Ailee,” the sluggish face of the Xu system showed a real smile for the first time in a long time, a shallow, gentle smile.

The eyes were half-curved, touching the mirrored aesthetic with careful intensity.

“…… Thank you for the compliment.”

The machine servant bowed her head and moved closer of her own accord so that the Xu system could touch her head with less effort.

The master’s hand, it seemed, was a little cold.

……

In the four hundred and first year of the simulation, you are 420 years old, and Airey has been with you for 398 years.

[Irene has added a new service for you]

[It’s called, “Daily Hand Warmer”]

If you are confused, the answer given by the maid is that warming your hands every day will increase blood circulation.

[Her expression is so serious that you almost believe it]

[Simulation of the 425th year, you are 444 years old, and Airey has been with you for 422 years]

[Loyal machine servants feel that your age this year is a very dangerous number, and for that reason, some offerings are needed to help you with your troubles]

[Radiation Storms from the Stars and Moons Bring Demise]

[Your machine unleashed an intellectual rampage that wiped out several planetary systems of Bugs.]

[You can’t help but meditate on whether you’ve raised your machine servant to be too brutal.]

[simulation of year 463, you are 482 years old, and Airey has been with you for 460 years]

[Neutron Battlestar arrives late, you experience your seventh death, and the intensified erosion of your machine soul causes you to begin to ignore death]

[You’ve barely paused to work on the curvature engine again.]

Time was pressed to accelerate.

The HUI system is like a passenger on a train.

With an indifferent perspective, with a mechanical angle, quietly looking out of the window at a blurred landscape, a section of which only becomes clear when you want to see something.

This is a sign of increasing retardation.

Not all bad, the Xu system thought, at least this slowness could ignore the loneliness of the universe, and the emptiness of time.

“For the seventh time? ……”

“So there are three deaths left and the simulation is about to end.”

“Neutron Battlestars do have errors, the strike frequency is not a fixed one hundred years, and it is likely to be related to an oversized cage.”

“A starry sky too vast to clear all targets instantly, even with FTL travel.”

Cold, dead space.

Dense cosmic battleships shrouded the universe, shielding the ecological starship in the very center.

Inside the ship, the Xu system, already 482 years old, sighed softly and pondered the next step.

It’s too hard.

It’s just too hard.

Wanting to develop a superluminal curvature engine in just a few hundred years is a bit of a whimsical idea, and so far, the Xu system has only scratched the surface of some of the edges of the fur.

“Compared to the transcendental system, it focuses more on individual talents to challenge and cross bottlenecks.”

“The system of technology is more focused on the accumulation of time.”

“I have too little time …… after all.”

The Xu system’s eyes closed with all the worry about the future.

The only three hundred years left are like the countdown to death, hanging high above the head, ready to cut down the sharp edge.

“At this point, we can only count on Ailee’s observation abilities, and the Machine Soul Pleasure Word.”

“There is no luxury of developing a complete curvature engine, just a trial type will do, and with the increase of the machine’s soul, the effectiveness can be forced up.”

“One ship will do.”

“All it takes is a starship that can escape with Ailee ……”

The virtual artificial sunlight, dropping silently from above, brushed the Xu system’s face in wisps.

Illuminating the closed eyelids, and the indifferent face.

[You hear the final chorus of time]

[Real death, it’s coming your way]

[Feeling the crunch of time, you speed up your research, causing your already tired body to show its haggardness in the madness]

[Simulation of the 475th year, you are 494 years old, and Airey has been with you for 472 years]

[You stopped all recreational activities, stopped thinking about your physical and mental health, and your only goal was to develop the curvature engine as soon as possible, even if it was just a flawed trial product]

[You feel your body getting “heavy.”]

[Simulation of the 490th year, you are 509 years old, and Airey has been with you for 487 years]

[With your genetically modified body, you conducted experiments day and night until you reached your physical limit and passively passed out.]

[When you wake up, you find yourself lying in bed and covered with bedding prepared by Airey.]