About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

"There's no one, because—um, uh, thanks?"

Orson walked to the cafeteria window, and before he finished expressing his emotions, he was suddenly stuffed with a bento by the staff.

Because it looked pretty good, Orson, who happened to be a little hungry, took apart his chopsticks to satisfy his hunger.

"There are generally only two situations where there is no one in the cafeteria, the logistics is cut off, and the water is cut off, and—"

"Puff!"

"—Today's chef is Furong."

Kelsey looked at Orson, who fell to the ground and vomited blood, holding a lunch box in his right hand and slowly stretching his left hand forward, and explained in a low voice.

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After rescuing Orson, the three moved on to the next area.

"Speaking of which, I feel like I haven't met too many people along the way. Is everyone on a mission?"

Orson asked curiously, and at the same time pushed open the door that said "Manufacturing Station".

"Oh, Orson, it's better not to-"

Amiya stretched out her hand in a panic to stop Orson, but it was still a step too late.

And the moment the manufacturing station door was pushed open——

"Help... save me..." "I haven't closed my eyes for 24 hours..." "White horse alcohol... give me a drink of white horse alcohol..." "My concentration... and slack..."

"Wow!?"

A bunch of pale, walking corpse-like strange social animals crawled limply towards Orson.

"This is not on the planned route."

Kelsey dragged Orson out of the factory assembly line.

"Dr. Kelsey...help me..." "The order is really completed...it can't be done" "Vacation...my vacation..."

Boom!

The door was slammed shut, and Orson looked terrified. Amiya lowered her head and put her two index fingers together as if she had been discovered for doing something bad.

"Kay, Dr. Kelsey, that—"

"War comes with sacrifice."

"……Eh?"

"They are the cornerstone of Rhode Island."

"No, so..."

"This is for the future of Terra Continent, and this is a blessing."

"..."

Orson was persuaded by Kelsey, more specifically, by mon3tr who was sharpening his knife behind Kelsey.

After leaving the 007 agent training factory (?), Orson, Kelsey and Amiya went to other departments for a few laps.

Power stations, trading posts, drawing rooms—

Because of the doctor's "inheritance", Orson vaguely retained some memories of the conditions of these facilities.

The problem is... the Rhodes Island in my memory doesn't seem to be such a sweatshop, does it?

When Orson arrived at the power station and saw the discharged operators being thrown into the pool, he could only think of a "human power plant" whose boss was the mind-controlled bald camp.

As for the picture of the trade war, it was even more tragic. The conveyor belt responsible for transporting the goods was running at full speed, and there were sparks, and the group of unlucky operators responsible for the delivery logistics all turned on the overload mode.

"Rhode Island is roughly like this. Because the medical area is the core part of Rhode Island, you need to apply for it. How do you feel, Orson?"

After shopping around, Amiya smiled and asked Orson how he felt about Rhodes Island.

"Uh...uh, I actually have a question, where do you make your medicine?"

"...Dr. Kelsey?"

Faced with this problem, Amiya went 0V0 for a while, and then sought help from the outside.

"I'm doing it."

Kelly responded lightly.

——Do you really have the self-consciousness that you are a pharmaceutical company? !

Orson complained loudly in his heart.

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At the last stop, the three of them arrived at the control center, which is the core of Rhodes Island. The surrounding windows can see the outside scenery and the horizon. The super cyber-style sphere is located in the center of the center, rotating slowly and steadily.

"Olsen, do you have any memory of this place?"

After arriving at the control center, Kelsey asked Orson.

"It seems...somewhat familiar."

It's not the impression in the game, but it seems that I have really been here and existed here.

"I remember...the escalators in the hub were often rusted, and the elevator over there...wasn't finished at the time—uh!!"

There was a sudden stabbing pain in Orson's head.

"Calm down, take a deep breath. Your memory has been forcibly sealed by the doctor, and forcibly recalling will cause headaches."

Kelsey walked up to Orson and put her hands on Orson's temples to help him calm down.

"Seal...why?"

"I've never been able to understand your thoughts."

After confirming that Orson was fine, Kelsey let go of her hands and walked to the control center.

"PRTS, confirm the synchronization rate of Dr. Orson's central connection." Kelsey issued an instruction to the artificial intelligence, and the latter responded immediately.

"Received the request and is building a synapse channel for a virtual battlefield simulation—"

"Central connection...?"

Orson rubbed his head and asked curiously.

"Central connection with PRTS, visualizing and simplifying the battlefield, compressing and streamlining several instructions in an iterative manner - this is Rhodes Island's core technology, and at the same time, it is also a battlefield command skill that only [Doctor] can use. "

Kelsey explained lightly, and at the same time took out a pair of glasses from near the console.

"Amiya, are you ready? If the result is different from what we expected - you should already know what it means."

Kelsey asked Amiya in a serious tone, and the latter showed a brief hesitation, then nodded.

"Dr. Orson, you just saw that Rhodes Island itself is just a ship with a complete structure, and the only part that distinguishes it from other ships is the [PRTS Combat System]. It was determined to be a system capable of self-disciplined analysis of the battlefield and command, but the only doctor who could use this system had disappeared before PRTS could pass the in-depth study of combat records. Therefore, it can be said that Rhodes Island lost its only technological advantage. "

Kelsey walked up to Orson, and gently put the glasses in his hand on Orson's eyes.

"Now, you appear in front of us—carrying two possibilities."

Kelsey turned on the switch of the glasses, and in an instant, Orson's field of vision was occupied by a white signal.

"1. Rhodes Island still has the meaning and hope of sustaining it. 2. Rhodes Island will completely lose its roots in Terra Continent from now on." Kelsey said calmly.

"...Sorry, Orson, this obviously has nothing to do with you, but—" Amiya apologized in a low voice.

"It's okay, Amiya. Didn't I tell you? I will help you as much as I can."

Orson comforted Amiya. At the same time, the white signal gradually became clear, and a picture gradually took shape in front of Orson.

"So—tell me now, Orson, what do you see in your eyes?"

"I...well, it might be a little strange to say that, but I saw it—lots of grids, high platforms, little blue doors and little red doors."

Isn't this the battle interface of the Tomorrow's Ark mobile game!

"—Tell me Dr. Orson's Central Link Synchronization Rate, PRTS."

Kelsey raised her tone unconsciously.

"94.45%, Doctor, welcome back to the battlefield, the PRTS command system obeys your orders."

Electronically synthesized voice announced faintly.

"94... That's great, that's great Orson! So Rhodes Island might still... Ah, hug, sorry!"

The moment she heard the result, Amiya hugged Orson unconsciously, before noticing her impoliteness.

"Amiya, can you go get the records of previous battles?"

"Okay, okay!"

Kelsey dismisses Amiya, then walks up to Orson and takes off his glasses.

"Amiya brought her here by herself just now, and from the previous XP analysis, the little girl is not in my range... No, no, no, I don't mean to say that I like big birds around—"

Orson, who knew he was about to suffer, crouched with his head in his arms to prevent him from talking loudly and incoherently saying that he was innocent, but the expected bite by Mon3tr did not come.

Orson raised his head and saw an unbelievable scene.

In that impression, Kelsey, who is always counted as complete, the city is extremely deep, and the place is calm——

It seemed that a transparent liquid flowed from the corner of the eye for a moment?

"Kelsey...?

"It's time to go back, today's inspection hasn't started yet."

When Orson asked, the other party had returned to his original appearance—or, in fact, it was just his own illusion.

"...Well, please teach me a lot today."

Orson didn't ask any further questions. He vaguely felt that maybe it wasn't Amiya who was burdened the most, but the doctor in front of him who wouldn't reveal anything in his heart to others.

【Orson, if you meet a kind of person—a kind of person who is depended on by the people around you, but never depends on others for existence...then you must work hard to be a good man who can be by her side Oh, because of that kind of existence—they wouldn't take the initiative to express their sadness and despair. 'Healers cannot heal themselves'... Do you understand? 】

Doctors can't heal themselves...?

Orson's listener Kelsey is almost completely broken, but still tightly connected with the fixed melody, thoughtfully.On the 8th day in Rhode Island——