"Ah, still not many replies. Where's the Griffin dolls gone?"
Looking at the few replies at the bottom of her post, MDR put away her phone in boredom and watched Renault over there as he used his tools to remove the top armor plate of the gunship and lower Simonov down.
"Well, there are quite a few people on my side. I didn't think anyone would actually read my first post."
M870 didn't think anything of it, even though there were only three replies to the post. But three people are already a lot, right?
"Ah? A lot?" Hearing M870's words, MDR instantly inclined her head to take a look with some disbelief.
After seeing those few replies below, she instantly skimmed her mouth in speechlessness.
"It's obviously only three replies, one of them is me, the other is Griffin's MDR, and the remaining one, although we don't know who it is, people are obviously just coming over here to ghost, okay?"
"Well, it doesn't matter. If it's not there, then it's not there. But why did you come here to reply?"
"By the way, I saved that picture and put it in the album."
"Album?"
"Ah, everyone has one. Wait, I'll bring you the new album tomorrow."
With the newcomers this time, the photos in the album needed to be updated, and making new albums for a few of M870's people was just the right time to send out the new photos to the others.
MDR was still somewhat happy about this album. Although she wasn't as excited as she was in the beginning, it was good to have such a thing to preserve past memories.
Hearing MDR's words, M870 still wanted to ask something, but MDR beside her had already scurried out once again, her cell phone held high in her hand, striving to capture all of Simonov's foolishness on film!
"Can't you even think when you're restoring a seat? You even copied the ejection mechanism together. It's purely deserved that you got yourself into this state," Renault spoke to Simonov, whose cheek and a large chunk of her scalp had been scratched in front of him.
This girl, when replicating the Ghost Fighter seat, she actually restored it one-to-one in its entirety.
This was indeed nothing for a doll, but this girl just wasn't willing to use her brain more to remove the ejection mechanism from the seat.
Originally, the ejection device switch on the Ghost Fighter's seat was protected by an obvious cover, but sometimes, due to the carelessness of the maintenance staff or the habits of the pilot himself, that cover would be removed outright.
Of course, doing so is a complete violation of driving protocols, but it's just an act that pilots do in order not to be in a crisis situation because they don't have the strength to move the protective shell.
However, this kind of behavior, in a single person's cockpit, was not too much of a problem, because there was only the pilot himself in the cockpit, and there was no need to worry about accidentally touching the switch.
But putting it in the gunship is not suitable... and gunships do not install ejection seats.
Renault modified this gunship the same way: the top of the cockpit is just a layer of accommodation for various wiring equipment and the bulkhead, with the top being a few layers of conforming armor plate.
Simonov just now had rooted herself into the composite armor layer.
This girl is a doll, with her modified body. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary human or doll, they would have ended up as a mess of flesh or doll parts.
"Eh..." Hearing Renault's rebuke, Simonov instantly lowered her head in aggravation and couldn't say anything.
"Okay, leave the gunship for now. In this state, it won't be repairable for a few hours." Saying that, Renault directly grabbed Simonov, intending to take this girl to the workroom for an overhaul.
As for the dolls that had gathered here before, one by one, seeing that there was no more action to watch, they also dispersed.
"It's really an incredible place. After we stirred up trouble at the Griffin Base, it seems that all the other dolls came to help, right?"
"Eh, that's probably because mostly all Griffin commanders are all busy, right?"
M500 and M1897 talked about this, but Super-Shorty was thinking about their current body weight.
"That's not the point, is it? Commander Renault just lifted Simonov straight up! Still with one hand!"
"Right! More than five hundred pounds is almost six hundred kilograms! Commander Renault isn't human, is he?"
Renault had not yet boarded the elevator at the front, so of course, he heard these words. He immediately pulled the corners of his mouth in a somewhat speechless manner.
How to say it, in a sense, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with their words.
"Oh? Commander? This is Simonov?"
Springfield had just finished replacing her body. She had only just gotten out of the repair pod and dressed when she saw Renault walk in carrying Simonov.
"Well, this idiot was ejected by the ejection mechanism, and her entire body nearly crashed through the top armor plate of the gunship. So I'm bringing her here for an overhaul." Renault nodded, but even though it was an overhaul, in fact, Renault had already almost understood Simonov's damage.
The doll body was still fine; at most, the part of the skull was slightly cratered. Apart from being slightly unsightly, there wasn't any major problem.
He had mentioned this girl earlier just to avoid her having damage to the spine in her body. But now it seems there's no need to worry about that. Just change the piece of skull and reattach a little skin, and she'll be fine.
"Crash through...?"
Looking at the injury on Simonov's face, and the obvious indentation on the top of her head, Springfield couldn't help but subconsciously touch the top of her head.
"You first get used to it, make sure you won't lose control and destroy the attached bionic skin. If there's no problem, go to G36, and you can talk to her about anything you want to do."
"Okay." Watching Renault speak towards herself without looking back, Springfield nodded as well.
However, her eyes were subconsciously looking towards the box that held her original neural core, as well as a group of dolls who swapped out their neural cores that were currently stacked like toy balls in that box.
Earlier, when SOP2's neural cloud was being migrated, Springfield had already asked about it. Those neural cores were completely devoid of data, just a pile of materials.
But M3 and wz.29 had taken their respective neural cores with them, saying they wanted to keep them as a souvenir.
However, their neural cores are not big, only a little bit bigger than an ordinary strawberry. Type 80 and PK's neural cores are a little bit bigger, but not much bigger.
But her own neural core...
It was the size of a tennis ball, two times larger than the other dolls'.
While trying to move her body, Springfield hesitated to take back her original neural core as a souvenir. It should still have some commemorative significance, right?
But just as she was lost in thought, a rather familiar-sounding voice rang out from Renault's side.
"Springfield? Oh, I knew it, Renault. You're not trying to abduct all of the Griffin dolls, are you?"