My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2553 -852: Unemployed Sentinels Rehired: Power Armor Waxing and Maintenance Orders Accepted, Apprentices Wanted, No Idiots Please

“So, what is the structure of the mysterious Sentinel Corps? How exactly do you guard the blueprint of the world left by the creator? Is the Heart of the World your headquarters? I’ve always been curious about this.”

“Uh, forget it, all the information about the Sentinels in my memory database has been formatted, I only remember the scene when I was born on the assembly line. Do you need me to describe to you the workshop and the assembly line which made a deep impression on me?

In a more vivid description with you flesh and blood creatures, it should be considered the cradle of me and all Sentinels?”

“Hmm, let’s talk about it another time, now doesn’t seem like the moment to discuss Creator’s Engineering details with you, so concerning the details of the subspace catastrophe from a thousand years ago, you should still have records of that.”

“Uh, I would like to tell you the details you’re interested in, but the problem is this part of the memory data is more severely damaged. Surely the strange Beta Program you just mentioned to me destroyed my memory data when it took effect.

About that incident, I only vaguely remember the giant subspace eye floating in the sky, the Sentinels vanguard entering the battlefield via quantum transmission, and a few fragmented scenes of me independently repairing the R-9 base’s energy bay… I’m really curious what your ancestors were doing in the Eden District back then?

Why did they create something as evil as the Beta Program?”

“Sigh, believe me, honest yet absent-minded Sentinel Lady, I also wish to know the answer to this question.”

Murphy sighed.

The discussions with Monica this whole way were more or less like this, with him always asking a question, the Sentinel replying with amnesia as the reason, happening so often that Murphy became unsure whether this Sentinel genuinely had a problem or was just pretending?

I don’t see other people’s amnesia like this, how can a robot’s forgetfulness be that severe?

But because the Sentinel’s authority tree is custom-made, Murphy had no way of intervening with administrator privileges, leaving him unable to force Monica to tell the truth.

Oh, by the way, “Monica” is his name for this Sentinel, even though she continually denies this name, Murphy can’t always call her “Ts-006,” can he?

Although it could be quite a word count filler, it’s also too awkward.

When the two arrived in front of the subspace fracture on the fourth floor of the base, Murphy gazed at the purple fissure restrained by a pale halo, he glanced at Monica who was staring intently and asked:

“If all your useful memories are gone, then how are you supposed to help me clear this subspace threat?”

“Subspace’s best method of pollution is through intangible channels like emotion, memory, and perception, hence every Sentinel made has tactics and skills for dealing with subspace physically engraved in our special situation response core.

Perhaps because situations like mine happened before, in any case, with this ‘amnesia insurance’ support, you needn’t worry about my professionalism in this area.”

The amnesiac Sentinel straightened up, promising Murphy confidently.

Then she retrieved some indistinct but seemingly impressive instruments from her stylish Sentinel maintenance master belt, assembled them on the spot into something akin to a scout lens, and handed it to Murphy, saying:

“Standard Subspace Detector!

Through it, you can visually see the readings of subspace pollution and some other characteristics, my bionic eye includes such tracking programs; hence subspace pollution eyed by a Sentinel can’t escape.”

“Is it that convenient?”

Murphy held that monitor-like thing before his eyes and when he pressed the switch, the scene before his eyes suddenly changed through the lens’s constant zoom.

There was still the subspace fracture restrained by a halo, yet through a special “filter,” Murphy could see those dangerous forces hidden in the light continually trying to break through the suppression device, those bizarre light orbs pouring out from the other side of the fracture like bombs, being purified by the Beta Program’s suppression device as they neared the material world’s boundary.

The collision and annihilation of the two energies would trigger a circle of spark-like beams.

It should be fleeting, but the sheer number of those destruction-filled light orbs made the subspace fracture under this special filter seem like a grand and brilliant firework display.

“Do you see it, Lord Administrator, over the past millennium, the suppression device and this ancient fracture have been in this kind of confrontation.

Its appearance of calm and perfection is just a dangerous illusion, I remember I initially set the suppression device’s effective range to be two hundred yards inside and outside the subspace, but look, those subspace chaos factors are now directly bombarding the light beam essence of the suppression device.”

Monica explained with a serious tone:

“This signifies the subspace power is practically beginning to erode the suppression device, like a seemingly dormant volcano, you never know when it might erupt with a boom. Honestly, when things have gotten this bad, it practically means there’s no hope, at this point the Sentinel Corps should be requested to perform a ‘neutralization’ operation here.

But I forgot the application code, so I can’t contact them.”