'Hey, kid, is it done yet?'
'The signal is too bad. Why did such a vast thunderstorm cloud suddenly appear? Was it you who caused it?'
'Is the network connected? Is it connected on your side?'
The moment the network went down, even a Big Data Monster would be blind. So, when the rain finally cleared, Eliza's questions felt like the Tang Monk's sermon, echoing in waves into my brain.
"Alright, stop whining. With me on the job, how could it not be solved."
Gao Gong patted the back of his head, stabilizing the signal station. At this point, Eliza's holographic projection flickered from his electronic eye, clicking her tongue at the 'Prototype of the No. 5 Destruction Form' in front of him.
"So this is the 'Purple Energy Strings,' how come it looks so much like a goat?"
