Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 504 Stimulation and Calculation

what?
After listening to Leon's thoughts, Filia's originally precise and smooth soul suddenly had an extremely strange pause, as if a pile of sand was poured into a tightly meshed gear set, and it was so sluggish that it almost got stuck.

What do you mean... a cute girl like you will definitely cry for a long time if you get punched? I was so polite to him, and I was very cute and respectful the whole time, why did he hit me with his fist?
What is his motive for doing this?
What is the purpose behind this statement?
Where is the logic behind this?
What feedback should I give?
How should humans react?

At the moment when Princess Felia didn't know how to react and her expression was completely frozen, twenty-three blocks away, in an underground building buried deep in the lake, it seemed as if tens of thousands of horses suddenly stamped their hooves at the same time, and a deafening roar was heard.

"?!"

"what happened?"

"Has Atifi 01 started operating?"

Noticing the abnormal operation of the No. 1 intelligent machine, which seemed to be performing some very difficult calculations, the humans who were originally doing their respective duties in the underground building suddenly became alert, stopped their work, and rushed to the largest control console in the main hall like a tide of ants.

Behind the huge glass curtain wall of the main hall, the super-giant machine wrapped in a strange gelatinous substance and completely immersed in the lake water is operating at an extremely terrifying speed.

In that huge machine with an average height of more than 15 meters and an area close to that of two football fields, countless hair-thin metal connecting rods are being pushed rapidly like pounding garlic according to the 16 scale grooves cut into them, driving tens of billions of gears at the end to rotate continuously.

Those rice-sized gears would stop for a moment almost every sixty-fourth of a second, invisible to the naked eye. At the moment when these precision gears stopped, the tangent grooves would briefly move apart, touching the dot grid on the back that was responsible for recording data, leaving rows of puncture points that were several times finer than a needle tip...

"What's going on?!"

Seeing that almost one twentieth of the area was occupied by giant machines, the scholars who rushed over immediately surrounded the main control desk and launched an indignant condemnation at the fifty or so operators who looked at them with a look of helplessness.

"Stop now! Do you know how much energy is consumed for one second of computing in this state?"

"Who applied for the computing privileges of Atifi 01? Damn it, the storage wheels and dot matrix are being consumed too quickly!"

"Speak up! Who the hell do you think you are, you bastards!"

"Quiet!"

After picking up the knocked-over chair next to him and slamming it against the side of the metal dashboard twice, using the huge noise to suppress the scholars' condemnation, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples and half a mechanical clock embroidered on his collar, who looked quite high status, shouted angrily:
"Shut up! Listen to me first!"

"No one has applied for Atifi's calculations today! The calculations currently being performed were initiated by it itself!"

Was it initiated by Atifi himself?
After listening to the explanation of the person in charge on duty, the scholars looked at each other in confusion, but they did not calm down. Instead, a more intense quarrel broke out.

"How is that possible! With Atifi's computing power, even if we were to record the scales of every fish in this lake, it wouldn't be that difficult!"

"Yes, the last time we calculated the travel data of 1.3 million people, the degree of mobilization was only one-third of what it is now!"

"Is it the 'determination of the basic elements of the world' project again?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Didn't they say that with the current conditions, it was impossible to do a complete calculation, and they stopped after only counting about 60?"

"Shut up!" After knocking on the metal dashboard again to silence the scholars' noise, the gray-haired person in charge frowned and said:
"This is Atefi's own calculation, so we can't stop it. Go back and do your own things, don't block the main control room! Get out! All scholars below level three, get out!"

After yelling a few words and driving away some of the scholars, the person in charge returned to the console and asked questions to Atifi 01, wanting to know what it was actually calculating.

After a delay of several seconds, the speed of the machinery that was calculating frantically behind the glass curtain wall finally slowed down a little. Then, from the sound-transmitting copper tubes on both sides of the dashboard came the voice of a human female, probably thirteen or fourteen years old, which was a synthesis of dense knocking sounds.

"Question: What is the motivation of a mentally healthy male human being to attack a cute young child of the opposite sex for no reason and try to calculate the specific duration of the child's crying?"

???

What the hell is this question?

Listening to the lifelike confused tone simulated by Atifi 01, the remaining scholars in front of the main console couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

Attacking a cute young girl of the opposite sex for no reason, and then listening to her cry for as long as she can... Isn't this a beast? Are you sure this thing is mentally sound?
“I might know the reason…”

Just when a group of scholars with an average age of over 01 were collectively controlled by Atifei's questions, a female scholar in her twenties in the corner of the main hall raised her hand hesitantly.

"I guess this is also a sign of affection...right?"

Under the gaze of a bunch of bigwigs, the female scholar with the lowest first-level scholar nameplate on her chest blushed and said embarrassedly:
"My sister just gave birth to a child last year. When I saw the child's rosy face, I couldn't help but want to pinch her secretly... I think this might be the reason..."

A sign of affection?
After listening to the young female scholar's guess, the other scholars in the main hall recalled for a moment and then showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

Indeed, I seem to have done something similar. When I see a particularly cute child, I always have a strange idea to tease or bully the child a little.

After noticing the scholars' expressions of approval, Atifi, who had finally gotten the answer, finally stopped his frantic calculations, and the huge machine behind the glass curtain wall also became quiet again.

Then, twenty-three blocks away, Princess Filia, who had been standing on the side of the road for a long time, raised her pretty face, wrinkled her nose at Leon, and smiled shyly.

"Thank you for your love, but please don't do this."

"???"

I want to hit you, and you thank me? And you look embarrassed?
Seeing that after a brief period of confusion, Filia gradually recovered her original precise mechanical sense and lost her "human" soul again, Leon couldn't help but frowned, and then confirmed his guess.

The royal family of the Kingdom of Korok was truly completely controlled. The intelligent machine named Atifi 01 might have found a way to use abnormal objects to influence the souls of the royal family members.

When he thought of this, Leon couldn't help but look at Princess Felia with pity.

What a good child, well-behaved, cute and polite, but he was controlled by an abnormal thing. I must help him, but how...

Recalling that after his deliberate stimulation just now, Filia's soul finally lost its precise mechanical sense and began to sway like a normal human being, Leon couldn't help but flash a glimmer of enlightenment in his eyes.

Gotta stimulate her! Gotta stimulate her hard!
(End of this chapter)