"Name?"
"Aba aba aba..."
"Age?"
"Aba aba aba..."
"Gender?"
"Aba aba aba..."
...
Ten minutes later, Huai Shi sat on the ground, legs crossed, scrutinizing the bizarre assemblage before him, which seemed to need several layers of pixelation, and finally gave up asking questions.
It seemed impossible to glean anything useful.
He sighed towards the sky, unable to resist scratching his head.
"—So what the hell did I end up creating?"
"Aba aba aba..."
That blob of idiocy drooled, and with the severance of Source Substance, vanished without a trace.
.
.
An hour ago, Current Circumstances, 1 AM.
South side of Tanbo District, seafront, tidal power station, bottom, in a vast underground space.
In the expansive, unfinished space, countless cables lay crudely exposed, and at the center were several football-field-sized empty areas, along with a straight path extending into the darkness.
