Eighth Fleet, Supreme Commander’s Office
A fist-sized metal sphere was happily bouncing around the vast space, its unique construction unknown. The sphere exuded an intimidating sense of power.
Fu Xing, who was dealing with Fengdi matters, pinched his brow impatiently and cast a dangerous glance at the metal sphere.
The two coldly uttered words made the jubilant sphere wilt like a frostbitten eggplant.
"Fu Xing, I’m just happy! Who would have thought that after I simply upgraded and went to sleep for a while, you’d get married and want to have ’Little Stars?’ How could I not be excited? I am so delighted." Da Fu said and began to bounce happily again.
It was Fu Xing’s Mecha AI.
Classified as Legendary Mecha, it was different from the commercial mechas on the market and even the cherished mechas of the Military Department.
The craftsmanship of Legendary Mechas, with the disappearance of the last Mechanical Master, became something no one could replicate. And even if possible, the over a hundred types of special memory metals and intelligent metals required were no longer available.
The AI brain of a Legendary Mecha was no different from a real person and even had room to grow. Despite being only the size of a fist, with just one thought from its master, it could transform along the master’s body into a Combat Mecha.
Its smart assistant features far exceeded those of any smart robot on the market.
Legendary Mechas were incredibly rare; ten resource planets could not trade for one.
"No wonder you searched for the meaning of ’sleep together,’ hahahaha... Fu Xing, you’ve really grown up, starting to have such naughty thoughts..." Although Da Fu spoke in a cutesy electronic voice, at that moment, it managed to convey a thoroughly sleazy vibe.
Listening, Fu Xing frowned, "You accessed my private account without permission." This was not the first time.
Da Fu wouldn’t have been indulged if it weren’t for the fact that it was his father’s most beloved Battle Armor, and its personality had been cultivated by his father.
"Fu Xing, did you find out the meaning of ’sleep together?’" Da Fu hopped in front of Fu Xing, swaying from side to side, with two light spots flickering on the metallic sphere’s surface to simulate twinkling, mischievous eyes.
Although Fu Xing had no intention of engaging with Da Fu, he paused, "You know?"
"Hahaha... Of course, I know, I wouldn’t tell just anyone."
Da Fu was being intolerably smug, making Fu Xing pinch his fingers repeatedly to stop from forcing the AI into standby mode.
"Let me tell you, ’sleep together’ is a beautifully romantic phrase from the Ancient Earth Era. It means to seek pleasure, indicating mutual affection and desire between a man and a woman who like each other and thus want to engage in relations and produce offspring." Da Fu seemingly scrounged up this information from its own knowledge base to educate its young master.
"If it’s a man suggesting ’sleeping together,’ it means he is behaving lecherously, lusting after the woman’s body. That is very low and should not be emulated. Fu Xing, you must not learn such behavior. Back when I accompanied your father visiting Wushan Flower City, countless ladies threw themselves at you. You mustn’t disgrace your father."
Fu Xing’s gaze swept coldly over Da Fu, frightening it into ceasing its reminiscence.
The AI mumbled to itself that Little Fuxing was not at all cute.
Fu Xing was doubtful of Da Fu’s explanation, but there was no information on ’sleep together’ in either the Star Network or the national database.
Although Da Fu seemed unreliable, considering its impeccable record in combat and reconnaissance, its information could provisionally be considered.
So Fu Xing still asked a question that even he found surprising.
"What if it’s a woman?"