"L, what's the plan?"
"Slay the deity! Just a mere deity! Haha."
Boom!
The humanoid intelligent machine, in its "soliloquy," let out a light laugh and resolutely self-destructed. Boom! The collapse of the Power Furnace compressed, shattering the passage, smoke and dust surged into Ark No. 11, the heatwave steaming the inside of the Ark, akin to a furnace.
...
Bella lay in the "Illegal Port."
The plug of the neural interface on her body was removed, connected to the machine.
If what "L" said was true, humanity had no hope, hiding in a virtual world, how could that be called "living"?
The Elder lay by the pod, looking at the sobbing Bella: "Bella, when I picked you up as a baby from the waste processing station, you were completely bruised, not breathing, no heartbeat, I thought you were dead."
"But you suddenly cried, your face turned red, and then you smiled."
"Your vitality was so tenacious, it made me unable to resist, wanting to raise you, let you live."
