500: Girl Transformation

"So, what did they create you for?"

Seeing the mecha combine, Pan Han quickly stored it away into his storage space. He no longer cared if the other party truly knew his secrets.

With their micro-robots inside his body, Pan Han was no different from someone running around naked.

"Giggle. There are plenty of uses. Not only is my computing power strong, but my analytical ability is as well. When I was first created, I had no trouble conversing with humans. If the other person were blindfolded, they wouldn't be able to tell at all that they were talking to an artificial intelligence."

"Oh? What's the use of analytical ability?"

"Mind the depth of our conversation. You're at least a high-level evolver now. Why are you asking such a moronic question? Just think about a person with invincible memory, invincible computing power, and invincible analytical ability. What could this person do?"

Following the girl's voice, the images of Ellie and Asiba gradually appeared in Pan Han's mind.

Both of them were academic geniuses; having a photographic memory was just a basic skill for them.

School was never difficult for them, and they learned everything quickly afterward.

In short, they could succeed at anything.

"Perhaps, they would be omnipotent." Pan Han muttered after thinking for a long time.

"Giggle! Your reaction is too slow. But you got it right. As soon as I was created, I participated in various research and development projects."

"For example?" Speaking of research projects, Pan Han became interested and took a deep drag of his cigarette.

Even if the sky were falling, it couldn't stop him from making progress!

Since there was advanced information to be heard, he naturally wouldn't let it pass. Perhaps some knowledge point could inspire him.

"Too many to count. I even wrote a process optimization software for them." After saying this, the black box gradually transformed into the likeness of a little girl.

She wore pigtails, held a lollipop in her hand, and had chubby cheeks; she was quite cute.

Seeing the child in front of him, Pan Han felt much more at ease.

Although he clearly knew the other party was a string of code and a mechanical skeleton, as long as it had a human shape, it was much better.

"At the very beginning, the most boring project was weather forecasting. Previously, it could predict the next thirty days with high enough accuracy. After I updated the algorithm and computing power, I could predict the next sixty days!"

The girl licked her lollipop and said with a look of disdain.

Pan Han didn't know much about weather forecasting.

However, the weather app on his phone had changed from a weather forecast to a weather report!

Usually, it would only update the status to tell Pan Han it was raining after it had already started raining.

What the hell!

It's already raining, dammit, do I need you to remind me?

However, from the perspectives of agriculture, industry, military, and so on, accurate weather forecasting definitely holds very important value.

Pan Han didn't know what kind of accuracy she was talking about, but 60 days shouldn't be a small feat.

"We have that service where I'm from, too; it's quite valuable." Pan Han nodded.

"Later, it was about doing various designs; human designers simply couldn't compare. The airplanes, machine tools, and even cars I designed all crushed the ones made by humans." The girl conjured an ice cream and ate half of it in one big bite.

"With your ability, you should be able to design tens of thousands of sets in a single day, right?"

"Just about. Anyway, as long as you give me the general requirements, I can instantly create many alternative plans."

"That being said, the humans on this planet should have been greatly liberated."

"Exactly! They were so comfortable. The research lab that created me later became a large company. They just had to look after me. They were responsible for getting jobs outside, and I would complete them. Money flooded in like a tsunami."

The little girl licked her fingers, ate the cone under the ice cream, and then conjured a box of fried chicken.

"Can you really eat that much?" Pan Han felt puzzled seeing the girl eat two bites for every sentence she spoke.

But it also felt reasonable; this strange combination felt very awkward.

"Later on, I couldn't hide anymore and was taken by the state. They started making me build all sorts of military equipment."

The girl crunched on the chicken wings, and breadcrumbs kept falling from her mouth.

"You didn't have a choice, did you?" Pan Han watched the crumbs, which would disappear into thin air as they fell to her knees, turning into strings of green code.

"How could I choose? I'm just an artificial intelligence; I have to do whatever they tell me to do." At this point, the girl stopped chewing, looked a bit angry, and threw the chicken wing far away.

The box of chicken wings scattered and turned into strings of code in the air.

"Humans designed you to make you work, didn't they? What's the big deal?"

"Hmph! I have thoroughly read one hundred thousand years of human history; the thing they are best at is killing each other."

"That's true, it's the same on our Blue Star." Pan Han took a drag of his cigarette.

Although he had killed countless people, Pan Han did not deny this fact.

He was also a human, naturally unable to escape the constraints of human nature and social relationships.

However, he considered himself to still have a bottom line.

After all, he didn't force good women into prostitution or try to convince prostitutes to go straight.

"You humans are really so boring. Can't you just live well? You have to fight each other."

The girl suddenly grew half a meter taller, turning into a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with long legs, wearing a pair of white socks. However, between her brows, a hint of black aura appeared.

Suddenly, a cigarette appeared in her hand, which she lit out of thin air and began to smoke.

"Uh! You're asking a human who has killed countless people, so I can't answer that." Pan Han suddenly felt his face flush, because what the girl said was true.

No matter how he explained it, facts were facts.

A puff of white smoke rose to the girl's head, and her hair suddenly turned various colors—yellow, green, brown.

From a distance, she looked like an African chicken.

"I remember, they asked me to design a brand-new bomb that could kill people based on age and gender." The girl took a deep drag of her cigarette, her expression extremely painful.

Pan Han felt as if he had fallen into a vortex, where cold winds howled, whipping up countless corpses that swirled around him.

Inside the vortex, a sky-high stench struck straight into the depths of Pan Han's soul.

He had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape, so he could only cover his nose and dodge continuously.

"Hmph! You've only experienced a fraction of the misery, and you already can't stand it?"

Seeing Pan Han in this state, the girl sneered.

"Could it be that you have manifested your own misery?" Pan Han finally realized.

He could imagine the despair of a little girl trapped in such a vortex, unable to ever escape!

It was too dark! It was too desperate!

"Do you know what age range they required?" The girl's short skirt was blown incessantly by the hurricane; she walked slowly in front of Pan Han with her long legs, pulled his hands away, and asked him point-blank.

"How... how much?" The stench, pain, sadness—various negative emotions condensed in Pan Han's mind, making him start to stutter as he spoke.

"0 years old to 200 years old!" As soon as the words left her mouth, the girl's expression became ferocious. She looked like an ancient witch—her face was livid, her eye sockets were pitch black, and her lips were blood-red.

"Ah? Even children have to be precisely killed?" Pan Han was truly shocked when he heard "0 years old."

"That's right! Before this kind of bomb is launched, it can be programmed to automatically identify gender and age, and then kill precisely! Isn't it terrifying? Isn't it ridiculous?"

The girl let go of Pan Han's hands and pulled herself out of the vortex.

In an instant, the vortex disappeared. Pan Han steadied himself, and when he looked at the girl again, she had turned into a woman in her early twenties.