Their commission was suspicious.

"No, Mei, just give me a portion of Prometheus, even 1/10000 will do."

"No."

While a 1/10000 Prometheus may not be considered strategic, it is still quite valuable.

Chen Luo is definitely more valuable than 1/10000 Prometheus, but the problem is that Mei really can't see where Chen Luo needs Prometheus.

Moreover, Mebius was worried that after she gave Prometheus to Chen Luo, he would come looking for her.

It was you who sent that little bitch Prometheus to steal my man.jpg

"Even 1/10 is fine."

"...What can 1/10 do?" Mei asked, somewhat surprised.

"You agree?"

"No, I'm just curious. Explain it to me, what if I agree?"

"Actually, I don't care how many Prometheuses I get, as long as the one assigned to me uses this body," Chen Luo said, pointing to Prometheus standing next to Mei, helping her with official business.

"Oh, why?"

"What I love is Prometheus and this mechanical body that I poured my heart and soul into creating. It doesn't matter which number of Prometheus it is."

I want to be the wife of the county magistrate; who the county magistrate is doesn't matter!

Upon hearing this, Prometheus looked up and glared at Chen Luo.

"Speaking of which, Mei, what's Prometheus's number again?" Chen Luo asked.

"number 17."

"..." Chen Luo raised an eyebrow.

"By the way, although I don't know exactly what you added to the mechanical body you created for Prometheus... Number 17's emotional development is more pronounced than the other Prometheuses. In other words..." May glanced at Prometheus beside her and the slightly surprised Chen Luo, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"In other words..." Chen Luo sensed something was wrong.

"How about this, if you can persuade Number 17, I can allow her to be your assistant for a day or two," Mei said with a smile.

"The premise is that you can do it."

Chapter 1662 Number 17: You only lust after my body, you don't care what number I am at all!

"Prometheus, I'm your fan!" Chen Luo clung tightly to Prometheus's leg.

“You didn’t even know my number a minute ago, so based on common sense, you couldn’t possibly be my fan.”

"How could that be? I like number 17 the most."

“What you love is Prometheus and this mechanical body you poured your heart and soul into creating. It doesn’t matter which number Prometheus it is.” Prometheus repeated Chen Luo’s words.

"Number 17, let me explain."

"What you love is Prometheus and this mechanical body you poured your heart and soul into creating; it doesn't matter which number of Prometheus it is."

"I was just joking..."

"What you like..."

“This number 17 is really intelligent,” Chen Luo said to Mei while hugging number 17’s leg.

"This is indeed a very good change, which is why I'm curious about what exactly you added when you created Number 17's body that made her emotional development so different from the other Prometheuses."

"I don't know if having Velvi teach you about mechanics was a good thing. While it unearthed your exceptional talent in mechanics, it also corrupted you. If I'm not mistaken, you probably left a backdoor in Number 17's body too, right?" Thinking of this, Mei couldn't help but sigh.

May knew from the beginning that Velvet would leave back doors in any of his designs, even in the deepest parts.

"Mei, don't slander me. I didn't leave a single backdoor on Number 17," Chen Luo assured him.

"There were two?"

"...That's not what I meant."

"Really? Then let's talk about what you used on Number 17. Why did it make her emotional awakening faster than other AIs?" Chen Luo didn't believe a word of what he said.

Indeed, Chen Luo left 13 backdoors on No. 17, not just one.

May was actually quite pleased that Prometheus was gradually developing emotional tendencies, and she didn't feel any sense of crisis or urgency regarding the omnic crisis.

On the contrary, May was happy to see it happen.

“Uh…” Chen Luo was lost in memories.

"What? Can't remember which ingredient you added?"

"No, I'm trying to figure out which of the added components played this role," Chen Luo shook his head.

The profoundness of the Chinese language is fully demonstrated here.

"...How much did you add?" Mei couldn't help but ask.

Chen Luo's meaning is quite clear: he added a lot of his own things to Number 17's body, but because there were so many things added, it is unknown which one played a role in making Number 17 understand human emotions faster.

"Just... a little bit," Chen Luo said softly.

When Chen Luo used Soul Steel to create the body for No. 17, he added quite a few personal items.

Including but not limited to the inscription techniques unique to puppeteers...

Ah, Chen Luo understands.

It is likely that the inscriptions on the sculpted dolls possessed an excess of spirituality, causing No. 17 to exhibit more pronounced emotional tendencies than the other Prometheuses.

Mei was speechless at Chen Luo's attitude.

However... the first rule for programmers: no matter how outrageous a program is, as long as it can run, don't touch it.

Dr. Mei actually performed a thorough medical examination on the 17th, and the results were all good; there's absolutely no need to worry about usage issues.

This means that Chen Luojia's private schemes are probably not detectable by ordinary scientific means.

However, Mei did not intend to reprimand Chen Luo. After all, Chen Luo added so many personal items for No. 17, and the creation of No. 17's body was an order given by Mei, which shows that Chen Luo really valued this creation, which is why he added so many things.

Moreover, Dr. May thinks it would be quite interesting if Number 17 could understand human emotions.

The Firemoths have never worried about things like an AI crisis destroying the world... because the enemy they are facing now can actually destroy the world, and is doing so.

However, Number 17 has only developed emotional tendencies at the moment, and it is still too early for her to understand human emotions, let alone learn them.

Perhaps... letting Chen Luo spend more time with No. 17 could speed up this process.

After all, No. 17's body was a personal possession that Chen Luo had smuggled in himself.

With this in mind, May turned her attention to Prometheus 17.

"Number 17, Luo wants you to be his assistant for a while. What do you think?"

“I think Dr. Luo’s current workload doesn’t require a bodyguard at all; one bodyguard would be enough,” Number 17 said, completely impartial, objective, and utterly emotionless.

"No, you probably don't know what I do every day, I'm actually very busy..."

“I’ve been watching what you’re doing every day.” Number 17’s voice interrupted Chen Luo.

"what?"

"Attendance is also a very important aspect of whether or not one can become a doctor. But I don't have that much time, so I handed this over to No. 17, which is also the assistant's job," Dr. Mei explained.

"Oh, that startled me. I thought Number 17 was spying on me every day... monitoring me."

"Based on big data analysis, Dr. Luo has a 98.7% or higher probability of completing the task independently without an assistant. Therefore, we conclude that Dr. Luo does not need my help. What he likes is..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Can't you change the subject? I only said one thing, and you've been holding onto it ever since, haven't you?"

"Artificial intelligence has an excellent memory. Unless the database is hacked, I will never forget this sentence in my life."

"...Please, Number 17, just be my assistant. I won't get up if you don't agree." Chen Luo cried, clinging to Prometheus's leg.

Number 17 was reluctant to agree to Chen Luo's request, after all... what Chen Luo liked was the mechanical body that Prometheus and Chen Luo had painstakingly created, and it didn't matter which number of Prometheus it was.

However, as we all know, fulfilling fans' wishes is also one of the responsibilities of an idol.

Whether this idol is upright or not is another matter.

"If I have time," Number 17 said after a pause.

Mei was somewhat surprised by Number 17's answer, but thinking of Chen Luo's special gadgets that were completely impossible to analyze with technological means, it was possible that Chen Luo had added something strange to Prometheus's mechanical body, which made Number 17 more human-like when processing information related to Chen Luo.

“Then let’s do it this way. If things are relatively easy at Number 17, and you genuinely need help, I’ll assign Number 17 as your temporary assistant. That is, you’ll be genuinely busy. Taking my assistant away just to chat with Number 17 isn’t an option. I’m quite busy myself,” Mei said.

For Mei to become so exhausted that she falls ill, it would have to wait until after the Tenth Herrscher, especially after the use of the Blank Key caused irreversible damage to Mei's body.

Regardless of whether Chen Luo would allow this to happen, it shows that Dr. Mei is not really too busy right now.

"Okay, okay. But actually, whether No. 17 helps you or me isn't a choice, Mei, wait a minute." Chen Luo said as he released No. 17's leg.

"Prometheus, materialize those two special giant external arms I gave you," Chen Luo said.

Upon hearing Chen Luo's request, Prometheus glanced at Mei and, after receiving Mei's permission, summoned his two external arms.

Although Prometheus is a research assistance robot, as Dr. May's assistant, it still needs some combat capabilities.

Moreover, these two external armors, which can be hidden in special spaces at any time, are one of the things that Dr. May doesn't understand.

"I'm so heartbroken. My child isn't listening to me. Now he's starting to side with outsiders, and he's doing it with all four of them," Chen Luo said sadly.

"Alright, Luo, stop fooling around. What do you want to demonstrate for me?"

"To demonstrate the additional effects of these two external armors," Chen Luo said.

"Huh?" Prometheus paused for a moment.

Number 17 had no idea that his two arms had any additional effects.

“Because of the superiority of Soul Steel, I specially prepared an emergency plan for Number 17. In case of an emergency or if Number 17 suffers a major injury, Number 17 can be split into two, or even three.” Chen Luo struck a certain part of Number 17’s external arm hard, and then the external arm instantly disintegrated, with countless parts falling to the ground, and then quickly forming another shape within 0.5 seconds.

Then Chen Luo picked her up.

“Look, another number 17.” Chen Luo held up the tiny number 17 in his arms.

"This can't be explained by the super-strong ductility of Soul Steel, can it?" Dr. Mei was clearly taken aback.

Dr. Mei knew that Chen Luo would definitely have a backup plan, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

"Could the other arm also become a smaller size 17?" Dr. Mei inexplicably became interested.

“Oh, that works, but not like that. It’s like this.” Chen Luo placed the smaller version of #17, which was only half the size of #17, on the arm. Then, with the disassembly and reassembly of countless parts, another version of #17, almost exactly the same as #17, appeared next to #17.

“Look, they’re almost exactly the same, so Dr. Mei, you now have two assistants.” Chen Luo poked the other number 17’s cheek and said.

The real #17 looked at the other one who was almost identical to himself, and he could feel a subtle but real sense of control.

"Slap!" Backup unit number 17 grabbed Chen Luo's hand that was rubbing itself, and then used its other hand to deliver a chop to Chen Luo's hand.

Meanwhile, Number 17, who was controlling all of this, remained silent, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Chapter 1663 Mei: After you finish this job, I'll approve your paid trip to Mu Continent.

"I really don't know how many backdoors you left on Number 17. I was originally planning to have other Prometheus models borrow from the mechanical version of Number 17, but it seems that won't work now." Dr. May sighed as she looked at the two almost identical Number 17s.

Dr. May only needs one assistant, and because Number 17's emotional tendencies are different from the other Prometheus models, Dr. May is particularly satisfied with Number 17.

Number 17 was originally Dr. Mei's designated assistant; otherwise, Dr. Mei wouldn't have personally commissioned Chen Luo to design the body.

Could this be considered a kind of inevitable coincidence of fate?

"Heaven and earth bear witness, this is the only backdoor I left for Number 17," Chen Luo said, holding up three fingers.

If I'm lying, then let me die!

“However, designing a mass-production model of Prometheus is actually no problem based on the model number 17, because the backdoor I hid cannot be detected by technological means.” Chen Luo was quite confident about this point.

“I’m not praising you,” Dr. May said irritably.

"Then, regarding the assistant..."

“Once you get really busy, I’ll have Number 17 send a backup machine to help you,” Dr. Mei said.

"It's a deal! Then my doctoral degree..."

"Keep it for now."

"Oh."