Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

When Ron was thinking about how to fool the robot, the other party made a new move.

Moss put down his gun and retracted the energy turrets.

At this moment, Moss's mood swings were very strong. He worked alone at the Green Wave Farm for a long time.

Is it ten thousand years, or tens of thousands of years?

In this space, it can't even accurately calculate time.

Except for a few occasional alien invasions, the rest of the time they were doing the same job over and over again.

Moss takes care of the Green Wave Farm according to fixed procedures, waiting for the owner to come and accept the results of his work.

But in the past years, the master never came.

It has been waiting, waiting for too long...

If the owner never comes, it may just work alone until the end of the years, until the fuselage becomes too decayed to be repaired and completely disintegrates.

And now, it finally has its owner!

Moss walked up to Ron, knelt down solemnly on the ground, and lowered his head.

Its electronic sound revealed awe, and at the same time there was a trace of irrepressible excitement:

"Respected and noble master, welcome to Green Wave Farm!"

"Owner?"

Ron was confused again.

In an instant, he thought a lot.

Is it possible that this is the layout of some extraordinary being?

Or will my future self go back to the past to lay out my plans and leave a rich legacy for my present self?

This thought almost caused his CPU to burn out.

Soon, his doubts were answered.

Moss’s attitude was extremely respectful:

"Yes, according to the results of the genetic test, you 100% passed the system's judgment and became my new master!"

Seeing that Ron didn't understand, Moss patiently explained.

It turns out that Moss was the royal farm robot of a certain human dynasty in the golden age of mankind, responsible for providing fresh ingredients to the royal ships.

However, the ship was attacked while sailing in subspace and was shattered into pieces.

It, and the Green Wave Farm, were lucky to not be torn apart by the warp energy, protected by special force fields.

Although the ship is gone, it has followed the program set in the body and has been working on the farm until now.

It cannot leave unless the owner gives new orders.

As an intelligent robot, Moss also knew that its owner had completely died in that terrible subspace storm.

But according to the underlying logic of intelligent robots, robots do not have the power to act autonomously.

They can only act according to the set procedures and the orders of their owners.

So even if he loses his owner, Moss can only stay on the farm and cannot carry out any independent behavior.

Being loyal to their master is the only meaning of their existence.

It is also the shackles set by humans for robots.

There is another logic program inside the robot.

That is, when it is confirmed that the original owner is completely dead, they must choose a new owner.

This ensures to the greatest extent that the robot will not gain complete autonomy under extreme circumstances.

Some robots are even loaded with self-destruct programs. After the owner dies or is completely unable to issue commands, the core of those robots will be completely burned out and shut down.

But that is considered cruel and uncivilized behavior, and only special models of robots will be loaded with self-destruct programs.

As a farm robot, Moss is not loaded with a self-destruct program and has the ability to choose a new owner.

Of course, there is a complex set of calculation procedures to make the determination.

For example, priority will be given to the heirs of the original owner, related royal personnel, humans with pure blood, etc.

But there is no doubt that Ron passed the system judgment.

He is a qualified new master. To a certain extent, his bloodline is even purer and nobler than that of the royal family.

Ron listened to Moss's explanation and finally understood.

It's all just a coincidence.

The purity of his bloodline and the timing of his arrival here just meet the conditions for being the new owner of Moss.

"That means that I am your new master and you will obey my orders 100%?"

"Yes, my master"

"Moss, call me the Governor from now on."

"Okay, Lord Governor"

"Very good. In that case, does this man-made farm also belong to me?"

Moss was obviously stunned when he heard this question.

Then it replied:

“Under the Succession Act, when a member of the Royal Family dies without an heir, their estate belongs to the entire Royal Family.

So Green Wave Farm belongs to the royal family..."

"Really?"

Ron scratched his head. He had obviously found a way to communicate with the robot:

"The Governor officially declared that Green Wave Farm is my private property.

Now I order you to help me manage this farm that belongs to me. Is there any problem? "

There is a stream of data floating on the display screen of Moss's eye, and the CPU is running rapidly.

It finally came to the conclusion that it had to obey its master's orders.

"no problem……"

"Then what are you doing standing there in a daze? Get up and start working.

Report your work quickly, the governor is here to check and accept it! "

After hearing Ron's order, Moss suddenly became excited.

Finally, an owner came to accept the results of its work!

"Okay, please come with me!"

Moss was driving the hoverboard with great difficulty, leading Ron to inspect the vast Green Wave Farm.

Only then did Ron realize that what he had seen was just one area of ​​this man-made farm.

Green Wave Farm has several areas where several crops such as rice, wheat, and potatoes are grown.

And there are independent ecosystems to meet the growth needs of different crops.

Ron suddenly realized that in addition to the farm construction technology being a treasure, these rice, wheat, and potato crop seeds were also treasures!

This is an unpolluted crop from the golden age!

In today's galaxy, many creatures and plants have been polluted and even mutated, and they are no longer as pure as they once were.

It also has various defects and even toxicity.

Some even require special processing before they can be used.

Just like the flour made from wheat in Wangting District.

Wheat itself has trace amounts of toxicity and requires special screening before it can be ground into flour for consumption.

However, with the messy genes of 40K humans, it is no problem to eat them casually, and they are resistant.

Anyway, eating it won’t kill anyone.

You’ve eaten the corpse starch, what else can’t you eat?

A more extreme example is Catachan.

Catachan is covered in dense jungle, and the plants in the ecosystem seem to be sentient and highly aggressive.

In this damn place, if crops are planted, it’s not certain who will eat them?

The main theme is a plant vs. Catachan.

Judging from these examples, even in the entire galaxy, these pure crop seeds in Green Wave Farm are extremely precious!

Moreover, Ron learned from Moss that Green Wave Farm not only stocks these seeds, but also has the base and technology to cultivate them.

This was a huge surprise, and it took off directly from Wuhu!

But after touring the entire farm, Ron realized a major problem.

That is, the crops on the farm have only been planted not long ago and are far from harvest time.

The distant water cannot quench the near thirst. He can't wait here for the harvest before leaving, and the food in Wangting District will not last until next month.

what to do?

Ron's concerns were quickly addressed, however, as Moss had been growing the food and storing it.

It is a field that has been cultivated for thousands of years!

If the storage technology is powerful, the amount of food stored will be unimaginable!