The residual data faded in John's bionic eye.
He slumped back onto the sofa, looked up at the riotous yet monotonous neon outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and let out a breath.
"Alright, I've seen it. You guys, these wandering AIs gathering intelligence are more badass than middlemen, fast and precise. Anyway, my brain is like melting ice cream turning into sugar water. Who's coming to save me?"
[Don't worry, man, I'm totally reliable, at least more sincere than that threat Serum. Honestly, every time I interact with it, my data matrix feels like it's experiencing iterative faults, always uncomfortable.]
"Haha."
John chuckled lightly.
"You're all AIs, so don't step on each other. Anyway, I'm not some badass hacker; even if I get scammed, I wouldn't know how to shove you back into the game server."
[Hmph?]
Kenichi Sora's tone had a touch of emotion.
John often heard similar tones from Oulos.
"What do you mean?"
