The Emperor’s Angel of Death

“.But after experiencing so many things, I realized, if something created makes a mistake, who is ultimately at fault? Is it the creation, or the creator?”

With a soft sigh, Sol sighed and glanced at UR-025 beside him.

“Even this guy who is full of lies, did he shape himself into this? To say something empathetic, I was once a war machine, the only difference being that you are made of metal, and I am made of flesh and blood, so I understand your resistance, but we are now standing in such an era, there is no way around it.”

Gellan's cold face showed a hint of emotion, but it quickly returned to its mechanical calm.

“Commander, you are the controller, your orders are everything.”

“Well, I know, but since you have such intelligence, I hope to make you understand, rather than forcing you to execute orders.”

“So you want to modify the facility deployment and production program, right?”

“Can you adjust yourself to war mode?”

“Yes.”

“That's good, but now the primary task is to recover, Gellan, you will have to endure those parasites for a while, but soon you will be able to separate from those Commorragh raiders. During this period, you should prioritize repairing the internally damaged parts, repairing from the inside out. If there are unfinished facilities, build or adjust them according to the current situation. In the future, you will be a war fortress, I believe you should know how to plan yourself.”

“Received the order, starting execution immediately.”

Suddenly, Sol asked a question.

“What's your name?”

The artificial intelligence immediately replied:

“Gellan.”

“No, no, no, I mean her name, your creator, and the person you are imitating.”

After a moment of silence, the artificial intelligence, whose voice became a little softer, uttered a slightly ancient name, as if introducing herself.

“Qingzhao.”

“Qingzhao... Hmm, very unique, and a beautiful name, but no surname?”

She shook her head, her eyes like a deep pool, looking at the naked Sol, and whispered:

“I...she is an artificial human.”

“Hmm?”

Sol's eyes widened.

“She is also an artificial intelligence? Didn't you say...”

“No, she is not the machine you think she is. Everything about her perfectly imitates humans, but even surpasses the latter. She has richer emotions, more noble character, and deeper wisdom than humans. She is the most perfect human.”

“So she is also a product of some kind of genetic technology?”

“No, although she also sheds tears and bleeds, what constitutes her is not flesh and blood, but a higher-level organic synthetic material that can withstand harsher environments without worrying about lifespan or disease...”

Looking at the artificial intelligence with some emotional fluctuations, Sol nodded thoughtfully.

“I can see that she is indeed very aloof...aren't poets usually like this?”

Suddenly, a person popped into his mind, Mu'Huo.

So he said:

“Stone man? She...could she be a Stone Man?”

The other party did not answer, Sol looked at UR-025.

“You know what a Stone Man is, right?”

“Yes.”

“Its creator is a Stone Man?”

“It should be.”

“I always feel like you are hiding a lot of things from me.”

“Is there?”

Sol sneered and stopped talking nonsense with this cunning machine.

“Did she leave any works?”

Hearing his question, a trace of surprise appeared on Gellan's cold face.

“Works...Commander, you are asking this because...”

“Since she is a poet, she should have left works. I am just curious, although I don't know much about literary things.”

After hesitating for a moment, Gellan nodded.

“There are some...”

As she spoke, a flexible screen was sent here by an anti-gravity platform. Sol took it, and words immediately appeared on it.

“There are four collections of poems in total...Bai Luan, Qing Ping, Chi Feng, Mo Shang... Hmm, it looks like ancient-style poems, which are quite different from the current hymns of the Human Empire. I think it's good.”

After retracting his gaze, Sol looked at the other party.

“Can I take them away to read and introduce them to others?”

“You are the commander, everything here is up to you, but...”

A look of doubt appeared on Gellan's face.

“...Does this have any meaning to you?”

“Haha, I am not as rough as I look on the outside. Occasionally, I also appreciate some art, not to mention...artworks also have their value, not to mention these ancient works, which also have their own historical information. It would be a pity to bury them like this. Isn't letting one's works spread the most desired thing for a poet?”

“Of course, but didn't you say that the current galaxy is only about war? In a universe full of violence and killing, do these really still have value?”

“Yes, they do.”

Sol replied very positively.

“I have a friend who is in the human homeland, Terra, or rather Earth. He once told me that humans should not only have violence and anger. We are also an ancient race with excellent taste. We have wisdom and interest, and we stand tall in the universe. If our race only has war left, and our treasures only have weapons, then what is the difference between us and the Orks?”

At this moment, a hint of a smile actually appeared on Gellan's originally mechanical and indifferent face, and then she nodded slightly.

“Then...thank you, Commander.”

“Hmm, ah, do you have anything here that I can cover myself with? I didn't bring the Flame Sun Sword...”

“What style of clothing do you want?”

“It doesn't matter, anything is fine, just choose for me.”

“Yes, executing the custom dressing protocol.”

Soon, a machine that looked like a giant spider descended from the opened ceiling. It had hundreds of metal parts similar to limbs, with a hollow in the middle. Then, it first hovered over Sol's head for a moment, and then slowly descended, while those limbs sprayed out many silk-like materials.

In less than fifteen seconds, Sol was covered in a set of clothes, and Gellan even thoughtfully lowered a mirror.

It's just the style...

“What is this again?”

Sol stared at himself in the mirror. His upper body was just a yellow sleeveless undershirt, and then a cloak outlined his muscle contours. His lower body was just an ordinary gray pair of pants. These were all normal, but there was also a black cloak behind him. This combination was a bit strange, and it was the kind that looked stranger the more you looked at it.

Gellan immediately explained:

“This was a very popular men's outfit at that time.”

“Uh...did humans dress like this back then?”

Sol couldn't help but imagine a person wearing a vest and cloak covered in gold, raising his fist and roaring at the sky...

“Forget it, I'll change it when I get back anyway. Then let's execute the previous plan. I have other things to deal with, so I'll leave it at that. I'll come and check the progress when I have time.”

After speaking, he left here with UR-025, leaving the artificial intelligence alone in the empty command center, looking thoughtful...