The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"The Emperor's Angel of Death (!

Surrounded by such things, every second is suffering.

Not to mention the state of being fully armed.

These apologists are equipped with huge pistols with gleaming light in the barrel, long iron canes with bronze and silver gears rotating on the top, and a piece of parchment paper hanging on it constantly in the dusty air in the cold cabin. swing.

There is a four-by-four square on the parchment with a set of numbers written in it. Lovelace quickly figured out that the numbers in any row and column add up to the same total, no matter how they are combined-vertical , Horizontal or diagonal.

More than that, each quadrant, the four squares in the center, the squares at the top corners and many other combinations add up to the same total.

"Thirty-four."

She repeated it again.

"Always thirty-four."

Such a design is very familiar to her, and Lovelace knows that she must have seen information about it before.

As soon as she thought about where she saw it, the answer jumped into her mind.

"Mental depression."

Lovelace nodded towards the parchment.

"what did you say?"

The apologist asked that his voice was still human, but it echoed under his bronze mask along with a harsh metal grinding sound. Lovelace was immediately taken aback by the opponent's response.

"The symbol on your parchment is from a carved plate. I have seen it in a book transcribed two years ago."

"Two years ago? Do you still remember it?"

"Yes it is."

Lovelace nodded hesitantly.

"I am very good at remembering what I have read and never forget."

"This is the symbol of our master."

"It comes from the work of an ancient master."

Lovelace said that as she spoke these words, her eyes became dull, and it seemed more like she was muttering to herself.

"It's quite old, but at that time everything we copied in the hall not from the expedition fleet was old."

A picture appeared in her mind. There was a person in the picture. He looked very frustrated, as if he was getting angry because of his inability to invent something ingenious.

Surrounded by him are various equipment, several weight scales, an hourglass and a hammer. His behavior shows that he is very upset, and it seems that he cannot turn inspiration into reality.

While Lovelace was telling, the apologists exchanged glances, and each one clenched their canes.

She noticed their movements, and her voice gradually weakened.

"what's happenin?"

An apologist unlocked the magnetic lock that had fixed him on the deck and walked towards Lovelace.

She was taken aback by his sudden action, and she backed away in a panic, and then sat down on the floor.

The apologist walked towards her step by step, his eyes hidden in the tattered hood radiating a dazzling green light.

"I started to understand why we were sent to take you over."

"Really? Then why were you sent to arrest me? Me?"

"Yes, Violet Ada Lovelace, Avila No. 12 was sent to take you there."

"Aviera No. 12?"

"This is our name."

"What? All of you?"

"All of us, each of us, all are the same."

"Okay, but why were you sent to take me away?"

"We were sent to take you back before you were executed."

"Execution?"

Lovelace exclaimed.

"for what?"

"Your supervisor has invoked the law of sacred complexity, and any individual accused of this law will be severely punished."

Lovelace thought for a while, her eyeballs rolled back and forth with her long eyelashes, and then recalled what the law involved.

"Let me think about it, that law says that the structure and working methods of every machine have been established by the **** of machinery, so it is sacred, so changing it is... oh!"

"Do you now understand why we came from?"

"Not yet complete. Anyway, what do you want to do to me? I'm just a scribe in the old paper. I'm just a little man."

The apologist shook his head, raised a fist, and placed it on the silver and bronze gears at the top of his cane.

"You are more important than you think, Violet Ada Lovelace, when you meet our lord, the high-level technician Rom Hachette, you will know more about it."

"Where is he?"

"Nathan Four."

The apologist said that he raised his cane and used it to touch an opaque panel on the trembling ship.

A flash of light radiated, and the panel began to change, gradually becoming more and more translucent, until it finally became completely transparent.

When the change was completed, Violet Ada Lovelace was so surprised that she held her breath at the sight before her eyes, her face immersed in the screen fluorescence.

It was a huge metal structure, the surface was covered by a crimson luster, on the track like a giant lying spread out, the statue and the fort on it were bigger than the homeland in Lovelace’s memory. Through some open hatches, broken light flooded into the void.

"This is…?"

"An Astarte Order, the headquarters of the Alliance of Misery."

The apologist replied with certainty:

"Scar of Victory."

Soshyang did not expect that after waiting for ten days, the "expert" who was waiting turned out to be a woman who seemed to faint at any time.

It's not that he has any prejudice against women, but it's really different from what he expected.

After all, there is no transformation on this person, which means that the other party belongs to the very low class in the mechanical education, but the representative of Zhao-Akkada said that she is absolutely qualified for this job.

Lovelace was also very confused. After a bad trip, she was somehow taken to an Astarte and asked to serve him.

But it wasn't just this incident that surprised Soshyang. In fact, when this woman first saw him, she was not as shocked or scared as other mortals.

She can even look at his power armor with interest.

This extraordinary courage made Soshyang seem to have a little confidence in her technique.

"What did you do in the past?"

"A transcriber."

Lovelace answered readily.

It's not that she doesn't fear the supermen of these empires. In fact, she almost fainted when she stood with each other, but she has a good person and is easy to settle down.

Since you can't hide, you can only accept it frankly.

"Transcriber, it is said that you have your own unique accomplishments in the Thinker system. Then why don't you join those higher sects and become a small scribe?"

At that time, Lovelace's answer to Soshyan was very surprising.

"Because I considered my appearance."

The female technician raised her gray face and said to Soshyang in a very positive tone:

"As far as I know, the sage who is in charge of our library is exactly three meters tall when she is fully extended. The body she wears for profit is a monster-like thing. It is half more than the pelvis connected to her back. Long, because it’s higher than the clutch that pushes its mechanical foot, the face of her helmet with lenses is wrapped in front of a skull, and the size of the skull is three times larger than that of a standard human head. , The weight has increased twelve times, and a round crown grows from her occiput. It consists of data array, short-range transmitter, full life link, sensor group, divination device, communication syntax parser, and thinking shunt. And other common components that are as complicated as the Void Ship’s sensor suite."

When talking about the sage she belongs to, Lovelace reveals an aversion.

"In view of her deliberately forgotten origin, her second face with lenses is shaped into the shape of a mask-it is a well-proportioned human female face whose beauty has been so deliberately crafted that her gentle eyes He and his lips are closed tightly, and a trace of cynicism is printed on this mouth."

"Isn't this your doctrine? It's closer to the mechanical spirit."

"Doctrine only allows us to understand machinery, rather than becoming machinery. If we become machinery, we must first be humans, and secondly, we must be followers. But she has no remnants of humanity, and even if there is a physical component in her body, They are also sealed in her armor and will never be revealed...sages are obsessed with replacement. Some people say this is a compliment to Omnisia, but privately I think it is very unhealthy ."

When she took the drink from the machine servant, it smelled more like crude oil than anything else.

"She can no longer be called a human, no longer, any anatomical similarity to a normal human body disappears without a trace."

Hearing this, Soshyang realized that he was indeed a weird person to take over.

"So the reason you don't do this is just because you don't think it is beautiful?"

"Yeah, I'm still so young after all."

Although it was only a brief exchange, Soshyan saw some very common qualities in Lovelace—brave, independent, and easy going.

Maybe she really is an "answer".

"Then.... Try it, we need a new master control system for the Thinker Array."

"Okay, but I want to take a shower first."

"of course."

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