I have a space station

So, is this kind of escapist strategy good or bad when applied to a super artificial intelligence?

The answer is definitely no.

Because Dongfang Chen created him to solve problems.

If Nata doesn't think about how to solve problems when he encounters them, but chooses to escape, then what is the point of his existence?

Therefore, Dongfang Chen cannot allow him to cower in a corner.

“Ding~”

“Task Reminder: Please find the Mercenary Guild's signal tower within 6 hours and enter the following command in the control panel:”

【“Execute: Object {Queen Bee}, Target {Signal Tower}, Operation {Clear Silicon-Based Microorganisms}, Method {Nanobots}, Password {Moonlight Before the Window Shines Ten Thousand Zhang, the Second Monk is Scatterbrained}”】

This command means telling the Queen Bee to clear the silicon-based microorganisms attached to the signal tower.

The final password is to confirm the code with the Queen Bee.

Each Queen Bee has a different key password used to identify the identity when sending commands.

Outsiders cannot achieve control without knowing the password.

When Nata saw the task reminder, he knew he was overthinking things.

If surviving in Golden City for 10 days meant hiding in the atrium, Dongfang Chen would definitely not spare him.

“Some people are dreaming if they think they can spend the New Year in a rat hole,” Mengka sneered sarcastically.

“Sister, you are more familiar with the structure of the base, do you know which level the Mercenary Guild is on?” Nata asked helplessly.

“Your dad said not to help you. So, regarding the tasks, you have to figure it out yourself,” Mengka said.

In fact, Mengka could tell him where the Mercenary Guild was, and Dongfang Chen wouldn't say anything.

After all, this is not part of the strategy planning, it's irrelevant.

Mengka just deliberately didn't say it, waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Golden City is considered a large base, housing hundreds of thousands of people. The living area alone has 3 floors, and each floor is quite large.

Finding the Mercenary Guild in such a large area, while also being pursued by the Monee people, is not easy.

Nata had no other choice and could only search one area at a time.

They continued down to the bottom living area, then broke open the elevator door and walked out.

These Monee people were like they had dog noses; they were discovered as soon as they came out.

So the two started running wildly again.

“Come in, come in quickly!” When they came to a residential area, a door suddenly opened, and an old man beckoned furtively.

The two of them followed in without hesitation.

The Monee people behind them didn't find them when they came nearby and gradually dispersed.

“You two are really brave, daring to run outside in this situation!” The old man gave a thumbs up.

“Grandpa, are you the only one here?” Nata asked.

“Yes. My son and daughter-in-law had an accident a long time ago, now I live alone,” the old man nodded.

“Do you know where the Mercenary Guild is?” Nata asked.

“You want to go there?”

“Yes!”

“Forget it, don't go. There's no one there anymore,” the old man waved his hand.

“It doesn't matter, we're not going to find people,” Nata replied.

“Even if I tell you, it's useless, you can't get there at all.”

“Is it far?”

“Very far. The living area has 3 floors, this is the bottom floor. And the Mercenary Guild is on the top floor, you have to go there by vertical elevator.”

“Taking the elevator now is just courting death. If you are discovered by those walking corpses, you won't have anywhere to run!” The old man nodded, explaining.

“Walking corpses?” Nata had never heard of this term.

“That's right. Those people who were chasing you just now are the walking corpses.”

“Did you give them that name?” Nata asked curiously.

“I didn't make it up, a lot of people call them that. Those people seem to have lost their souls, like walking corpses. So everyone calls them walking corpses,” the old man explained.

“That's very apt. From what you said, there are other people who haven't been controlled?” Nata asked.

“Who exactly are you people?” The old man's face changed instantly.

“Grandpa, what's wrong with you?” Nata was confused.

“You said they were controlled?”

Nata understood that he had let something slip.

Ordinary people don't know that those people are controlled Monee people.

“Uh…” Nata was speechless.

He didn't know how to explain this.

And he couldn't decide whether he could explain it or not.

“Of course they are controlled! Otherwise, why would they look so silly,” Mengka added.

“Oh, now that you mention it, it really seems like it,” the old man's expression softened after hearing Mengka's explanation.

The reason he was afraid was because he thought these two young people knew the inside story.

In his opinion, people who know the inside story are not ordinary people.

He couldn't afford to offend these kinds of people.