A few minutes later, after resolving the "physiological" issue, the Galaxy Battle Armor came out of the restroom looking relieved.
For the first time in tens of thousands of years, it had used a toilet—definitely an eye-opener.
As a Mecha, the waste it discharged was merely some metal scraps.
After accepting the Mark of the Mechanical Race, the Galaxy Battle Armor had acquired the ability to directly consume metal, digest, absorb, and enhance its own body.
In fact, the original Galaxy Battle Armor also utilized some biological technology.
Its data core appeared to be a fusion of flesh and mechanics.
But such biological technology was only used to enhance the combat power and survival capability of the Galaxy Battle Armor.
It didn’t give the Galaxy Battle Armor the functions of eating or using the toilet.
Originally, the Galaxy Battle Armor theoretically had the function of absorbing metal to strengthen itself and discharging useless metal scraps.
However, that was a mechanical function, not the biological process of eating and excreting.
Now these functions of sleeping, eating, and excreting are purely for enjoyment for the Mechanical Race.
Even using the toilet brings the pleasure of excretion.
The Galaxy Battle Armor was designed for combat—how could they add such useless functions to it?
If it suddenly felt hungry or had an urgent need during battle, would it just stop fighting? Follow current novels on novel-fire.net
Humans, limited by physiological needs, have various vulnerabilities, which is why they design Mechanical Battle Armors to enhance themselves. If they also gave these suits such functions, wouldn’t it be pointless?
So it was only now that the Galaxy Battle Armor experienced this feeling for the first time.
Eating and sleeping is one thing, but needing to use the toilet too—do they need to be so "faithful" to real human experiences?
This left the Galaxy Battle Armor feeling somewhat at a loss. Would it have to live permanently with these strange sensations from now on?
These weird feelings couldn’t even be turned off...
Seeing the Galaxy Battle Armor come out, G7 and Phantom smiled and greeted, "Feeling better now? The boss said they want to see you. Do you want to rest a bit more? No need to rush."
Their tone was as friendly and enthusiastic as ever.
The Galaxy Battle Armor felt an inexplicable warmth in its heart and nodded, "I’ll take a little more time to rest; I did eat quite a lot just now, and it’s indeed a bit inconvenient to move."
G7 and Phantom nodded in understanding.
Actually, with the will and strength of the Galaxy Battle Armor, merely eating a lot wouldn’t affect its mobility, would it?
It just wanted to delay a bit to adapt to its current bizarre state.
Also, to chat with G7 and gather some intel.
For the next few hours, the Galaxy Battle Armor chatted with G7 and Phantom in the living room.
G7 and Phantom were very talkative and quickly became friendly with the Galaxy Battle Armor.
However, it was mostly G7 and Phantom talking with the Galaxy Battle Armor listening.
No matter the topic, as long as the Galaxy Battle Armor showed a bit of interest, G7 and Phantom would go on endlessly, occasionally throwing in a few jokes.
Thus, the Galaxy Battle Armor learned much information about the Mechanical Race.
Information such as the combat prowess of the Seven Stars, the battle layout of the city, etc...
Although it gained quite a bit, the Galaxy Battle Armor was not used to this kind of chit-chat nor the jokes of the two Mechas.
In the past, whenever it spoke, it always had a clear purpose, with no room for idle chatter.
Now, these aimless conversations didn’t fit its habits.
However, as they chatted, the Galaxy Battle Armor seemed to gradually forget its original purpose and began to bring up interesting topics itself, even starting to laugh heartily at G7 and Phantom’s jokes.
It even began to tell mechanical jokes on its own.
The Mechanical Race has their humor which might seem inexplicable or incomprehensible to humans, missing the point of the jokes.
In this regard, the Galaxy Battle Armor seemed to have some talent, making G7 and Phantom shiver with laughter.
During the idle chatter, the Galaxy Battle Armor felt very relaxed and joyful—a novel sensation.
Different from the sensory stimulation of eating and sleeping, this kind of chatting seemed even more stimulating to the Galaxy Battle Armor.
This was social and entertainment among similar kinds.
Humans are social animals, inseparable from groups; it seems the Mechanical Race marked by the Mechanical Race is similar.
For social animals, there is a strong psychological need for interaction.
Sometimes, such need is even stronger than physical needs.
Under such strong stimulation, the Galaxy Battle Armor started to feel bewildered.
It seemed to understand for the first time what humans meant by "family" and "friends."
The warmth of G7 and Phantom gave the Galaxy Battle Armor such feelings.
It turns out that merely chatting idly with family and friends can bring such great happiness.
Before, it knew only loyalty to the Empire and combat, which was its reason for existence.
Even with other Galaxy Battle Armor companions, it wasn’t that enthusiastic.
In combat missions, if a Galaxy Battle Armor companion was destroyed in front of it, it wouldn’t feel much.
Though at that time, the Galaxy Warriors wearing the Galaxy Battle Armors were often very excited.
But it wouldn’t be; it would only analyze battle losses coldly and give tactical suggestions to the Galaxy Warriors.
Now, however, the Galaxy Battle Armor realized there were more interesting and important things beyond loyalty and combat.
It even felt somewhat guilty.
With G7 and Phantom being so warm, it had been trying to extract information out of them.
Was that a bit unfair to them?
It even recalled witnessing many familiar armor companions being destroyed during battles from ages ago.