Ren fell silent for a moment, letting Fujisawa's words sink in. They weren't just talking conspiracies anymore—it was about lives. Hundreds, maybe thousands of innocent souls, unaware their land was chosen as a testing ground for a cold-blooded killer machine. His throat tightened. As brilliant as his mind was, one part of him was just a middle-schooler—and this was too big to ignore.
"So… your plan now is to go to Sudan and tell people there to evacuate?" Ren asked quietly, skeptical. "You're serious? Who's gonna believe some crazy bullshit like, 'Hey, drop everything—killer AI incoming from the sky'?"
Fujisawa cracked a small grin. "Hey, I might be crazy, but I'm not stupid. I'm not about to stand in a marketplace screaming about a robot apocalypse from above. I've got my own method."
Ren squinted. "What method?"
