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Chapter 592 Love Doll
Sabo stood in the control room of the main ship, looking at the enemy fighters, cruisers, frigates and battleships that kept changing their positions and filled a corner of the starry sky, frowning: "What big moves are the other side making?"

"Chairman, we are still in the trial stage. Only the vanguard patrol fighters are engaged in the battle. More than one-third of the drones and swarm fighters have been destroyed. At the same time, the enemy's firepower distribution has also been detected. Should we conduct the first beyond-visual-range ultra-long-range strike test?" someone asked.

Sabo snorted coldly: "The Collector is a waste, and the Emerald Alliance is even more of a waste. A bunch of mercenaries tangled together, do they think they can fight against my Nebula's special fleet?"

He ordered: "Carry out the third ultra-long-range strike. This time, I want to see the wreckage of their battleships filling the starry sky."

"Yes, we are deploying a strategic strike. Target: enemy battleships!"

The order was passed down layer by layer, and the main guns of the fleet in the battle sequence began to preheat and heat up. Just a little bit of heat emitted was enough to melt the meteorites floating in the starry sky.

As a huge beam of light was shot out, it was constantly refracted through the energy portal and transmitted the blow to the center of the enemy array. Silent waves and shocks spread out, and the impact covered a small piece of starry sky.

Sabo was not too happy watching the fighter planes and fleets in the picture being disintegrated, leaving behind a pile of wreckage, becoming space junk floating forever in the universe. He was fighting against the Emerald Alliance, which was almost the same size as Nebula Heavy Industries. A few damages to the fleet would not cause serious damage to the two parties. Only the hidden trump cards of the two parties, the super-large-scale lethal weapons would become the key to turning the tide of the battle and blowing the horn of victory. That kind of power was enough to annihilate all enemies.

This is also one of the important reasons why Sabo personally participated in the war, because the authorization of weapons of mass destruction requires him to have a constant grasp of the war situation, which in ancient times would be tantamount to leading the army in person.

"Continue the disruptive strikes. This group of rabble has nothing to commend them except their sufficient numbers. Small fry will always be small fry. I am not afraid of anyone, not even any giant company, in terms of financial resources!"

Sabo frowned and gave the order that the Emerald Alliance was composed of large and small chambers of commerce, and mercenaries who only cared about money and not their lives were the main means of the alliance. If they wanted to break through these countless outer defenses that were like ants, they could only wear down their manpower bit by bit.

Facing Sabo's order, the captains of warships at all levels and the combat teams responded in unison. Even though their professional qualities were enough to distinguish what was the most effective strategy to defeat the enemy, Sabo was the boss. There was no amateur commanding the experts here, only the supreme boss and their extremely loyal employees.

"Everything for Nebula, praise Nebula!"

With responses coming from the communication network, Sabo walked down the viewing platform with a grim face, his windbreaker sweeping across the dust-free silver steel ground, as if he was an invincible general wearing a battle robe and cloak. With his current status, he is much more glorious than the generals who led the army in ancient times. After all, in order to move a line of ships alone, it takes thousands of people to command, start, operate, weapon systems, logistical support and various auxiliary personnel, and these people are the foundation of the huge commercial empire of Nebula Heavy Industry.

It is impossible to select talents from the public and the grassroots. Instead of letting them board the ships, it is better to entrust the ships to intelligent AI and autonomous driving systems. Those ignorant cyber-lower-class people, even if they can drive the ships, will only treat them as bumper boats. With their open-minded imaginations, it is hard to say what magical operations they can perform.

Even with system assistance and AI calculations, the various auxiliary functions of the ship still need to be controlled by humans. Without professional training and education, even the activation of weapons is completely impossible. As far as Sabo knows, the current progress of intelligent unmanned fleets is still far behind. The intelligent brain they built with powerful virtual technology can command unmanned fleets and free up a lot of manpower.

But Nebula Heavy Industry still has a lot to learn in this area, and given Sabo's personality, it is impossible for him to leave all defenses to intelligent AI. After all, in the cyber world, there is enough reality to support the idea that intelligent brains rebel and AI generates consciousness. He does not want to suddenly become a slave to the crisis of intelligent machines. Only the crazy people in the stars who believe in the mechanical soul will leave everything to the intelligent brain to calculate, and let the intelligent brain absorb the information snatched from the virtual network, in an attempt to give birth to a mechanical soul with complete autonomous consciousness. The mechanical soul shines like the stars, and the intelligent spirit is supreme!
This is the origin of the name of the Stars. Sabo didn't want to pay any attention to this group of lunatics. He also found it hard to imagine that in this world, a master who dominated the virtual network was born, and where would the human beings go without any countermeasures? The actions of the Stars were tantamount to dragging everyone into the abyss.

But no one cares. Just pick out one giant company. Their experiments on flesh and blood modification, human experiments, genetic weapons, epidemic viruses, radiation high-energy bombs... and so on are enough to drag the whole world to their grave. What's the big deal if there's one more intelligent machine crisis? At most, we can live as long as the sky and the world will be united.

Sabo walked forward with a stern face. When he arrived in front of the silver-white door, he showed a bit of smile and inner madness. The door opened silently, revealing the layout inside.

A typical Chinese-style room, with an antique flavor, a tea table, wooden windows, hanging paintings, and a small cabinet with original patterns, which even contained a dozen physical books. Now, a figure was sitting in front of the low table, with a pot of tea and an open book in front of the love doll. Seeing Sabo standing at the door, he waved at him and smiled faintly: "Come here, what are you still doing standing there?"

Sabo walked in quickly and sat down cross-legged. The love doll pushed one of the two tea bowls in front of him to Sabo: "You came just in time. I just made tea. Be careful of the heat."

Looking at the tea bowl in front of him, even with Sabo's physical fitness, the ordinary temperature would not give him the slightest feeling. He still raised the teacup, blew gently, and then slowly drank it.

"How is it? Has the situation of the war not changed yet?"

The love doll waved her hand, changed her position, and motioned for Sabo to lie on her couch. Her slender, white fingers gently pressed on his temple, and she asked while rubbing.

Sabo was enjoying the rare peace and quiet, and he let out a breath, "It's still the same. Fighting back and forth is nothing more than wasting each other's financial resources. It's not the final battle yet."

"What? You're not going to give up yet? I'm just a sex doll produced on an assembly line. With my manufacturing cost, I can produce 1,372 of them for a single fighter plane, and the unit production time only takes 46 seconds. This doesn't seem to be cost-effective."

The love doll spits out cold data, as if she is not talking about herself. She never shy away from these things, nor does she disguise her inhuman identity.

"No, your worth cannot be measured by that, at least not to me."

Sabo said softly, his eyes as clear as water, as if he wanted to see through the love doll's perfect and peerless face to her core, her soul.

(End of this chapter)