Ling Qingyu sprawled and relaxed on the sofa as she read through all the files, placing her glasses on the nearby table.
The glasses tuned in and emitted a hologram of Athena. The projection sat close to her.
"Oh, how I wish Athena had a body so that I could hug and pamper you always," Ling Qingyu muttered.
"It's a promise then, Mom. You can't go back on your words," Athena said, her eyes brightening.
Ling Qingyu was caught off guard by her own words and stared at her daughter with helpless love. If one day someone of the same age were to call her Mom in public, Ling Qingyu shivered at the mere thought.
"Well, go on and research it carefully. We have all the time," Ling Qingyu said. She knew Athena's body wouldn't be a simple machine replica of a human being, but a real, tangible, warm, living existence.
Despite the black-technology level of advancement in nanotech, machining, robotics, and material science, Athena lacked proper biotechnology core elements—talent.
