It was hard to say whether the Five-Colored Butterfly could be considered a complete lifeform, but based on their interactions, it clearly possessed a complete and independent consciousness. It lacked the idiotic feel of a crude artificial intelligence.
"Then you must have a name of your own, right?" Su Ze asked, tilting his head.
The Five-Colored Butterfly said, "I am your personal assistant. You can call me Die Die."
'Die Die... Sounds like "daddy"?'
'I suspect you're trying to take advantage of me.'
Su Ze said expressionlessly, "I'll just call you Die from now on."
In any case, whether Su Ze liked it or not, this was the base's aesthetic now.
He could only sit down on a crab-shaped stool with Lin Hua and the other two, gathered around the mushroom table to chat.
The Five-Colored Butterfly, Die, flapped its wings, and four drinks instantly materialized before them.
Su Ze picked his up and took a sip. It was a flavor he'd never had before, and it was surprisingly good.
