I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

When the humanoids are done using the drone, they simply disconnect it and the drone will fly to the nearest charging point to sleep. There are drone stations throughout the base, so you don't have to worry about not being able to use it.

However, the humanoids would only use it occasionally when moving a lot of things. They couldn't rely on the drone's precise operation for large tasks like moving tables, and it wouldn't be useful for moving four or five boxes. The humanoids had enough strength, so it was really useless.

But now, many things that used to be easy to carry around are becoming cumbersome to carry. Humanoids have also started calling for drones in large numbers, which has led to an increase in demand.

"Pascal said that drones and supporting charging points are being added, and the number will probably not be so tight by the afternoon." FN57 raised his hand and looked at the terminal and said.

"Thank you for your hard work, 49. Please sit down. I will grill the food for you!" FAL quickly brought a stool over for FN49 to sit on, and then took out the meat inside.

Strips of steak, already coated with barbecue sauce, were taken out of the bag. These steaks were shipped from production bases in South America and the United States near the Advanced War World, so they were already processed when they were delivered.

The meat had been sitting in the cold storage for quite some time. The humanoids in charge of the cold storage didn't care who took it, so they took it anyway. The humanoids didn't advocate extravagance and waste, so it was best to eat anything you could eat as soon as possible, otherwise it would lose its freshness.

The barbecue sauce on the meat was also something FN49 had requested directly from the cafeteria. The humanoids and AIs in charge of the cafeteria, upon hearing someone wanted to eat barbecue, had prepared the sauce and given it to FN49, along with a generous helping of bacon as a condiment.

"Is Ariana the chef today? Only Americans would buy barbecue and add a bunch of bacon, right? And why are there only so few vegetables? This is too American. We need balanced nutrition when we eat..." FAL said in surprise after hearing what FN49 said.

"That scene was quite funny, but it wasn't. It was just a T-doll on duty at the Oasis... But apart from Ariana, no other T-dolls have ever been to the United States, right?" FN49 sat down and divided the barbecue, placing the steaks, which had become a little soft after being thawed, on the grill.

Sizzle—the blood-red juice of myoglobin and a little oil drip onto the coal, mixing with the seasoning to produce a mellow aroma.

FAL nodded in satisfaction. These steaks weren't very thick, so they would be cooked in about ten minutes. He could probably grill some bacon or something to fill his stomach beforehand.

"Hmm... I don't remember. You should ask Carl or Lao Li this kind of question. They are humanoids who participated in the Third World War and may have fought with Ariana. I heard that she was a humanoid warrior in the US secret forces, but didn't the United States fall apart after the end of the Third World War?" FN57 took over the conversation.

"We have virtually no access to information from the US. Those T-dolls from Oasis who've been in the White and Green Zones before should know about this, right? Speaking of this kind of person... the first person that comes to mind is FNC. She used to be a baker, right?"

FN49 arranged the steaks, then took out boxes of thin bacon and placed them on the grill. FAL tore up the dipping sauce and put it in a bowl.

"To be honest, I didn't ask about it. I just knew that she liked eating chocolate very much. I didn't expect this. And she doesn't seem to be disgusted by the past... Let's ask her when we come back later!" FAL made a decision quickly.

"Maybe there are only a lot of T-dolls in the New Soviet Union. The Soviet Union has already sent civilian T-dolls to the battlefield, and the United States is still using them as a secret force. I still can't believe that the German Stasi has to recruit T-dolls from the civilian population. I'm not saying that Mona is not strong, but the Stasi should have T-doll employees after all, right? Does the German government really not care about the Stasi at all?" FN57 brought the subject back.

"That's not the case. There are still quite a few humanoids among the German people. The Stasi's appearance is probably because there are many traitors in the German government who are on guard against the Stasi. These are all political struggles!" FAL said as he turned the barbecue over.

"Captain, we are not humanoids that carry out black operations, not at the moment. You should discuss this issue with the 404th team that specializes in black operations." FN57 retorted to their captain.

"Let's get back to the topic. I really haven't seen Ariana visiting relatives with other humanoids. Captain, why don't you go and ask them? Oh, and don't you know why there are so few vegetables? These things can't be kept, and we couldn't eat much before, so the base only planted a little bit just for the sake of appearance." FN49 said.

"Don't worry, let's not ask her about this. I feel like whoever asks about this will be in trouble." FAL decisively rejected this obviously suicidal behavior.

Just as the three humanoids in the dormitory were chatting with each other, the door was pushed open again without any warning. A petite humanoid walked in from outside, pushing a cart.

"Captain! I've got the wine!" FNC saluted energetically. On the cart before her were two large, plain metal cans, each about half a man's height, with simple taps underneath. The walls of the cans were covered in a layer of steam, and water was slowly dripping down.

"Oh! What a big can! I can drink to my heart's content today!" FAL immediately threw the nonsense he had just talked about behind his head and put the two large bottles on the table. He turned on the tap and filled four large glasses with ice-cold beer. The small bubbles burst and evaporated the fragrance. For a moment, the aroma of wheat even overwhelmed the aroma of barbecue.

By this time, the bacon on the grill had already slightly charred. The humanoids brought over their own stools and chairs and transferred the bacon to the plates. Everyone raised their cups high.

"Yeah!" Four large cups filled with pale yellow liquid clinked together. FN57 leaned over to the cups, the fresh aroma of wheat filling her nostrils, and she poured it into her mouth without hesitation. A richer flavor than ever before washed over her mind and taste buds, a sensation that electronic palates simply could not simulate.

The feeling of having the icy liquid rush down his throat, down his esophagus, and straight into his stomach was incomparable to any previous body parts. FN57 burped, his body shivered, and he exhaled a breath of relief. His body also began to sweat profusely.

Although she knew it probably contained Oasis-developed technology and craftsmanship, the smell was definitely fresher than the beer she'd tasted before. It seemed the Oasis pharmacists or bartenders had come up with something new. At least enough to fool the humanoids' new bodies.

"That's awesome! We were having a barbecue and the temperature indoors was rising, it was unbearable. Now I understand why humans love to drink ice beer in the summer. It's this feeling of rapid cooling that they want!" After drinking it, FAL wiped his mouth, wrapped the salty and fragrant bacon in the dipping sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, and then chewed it vigorously.

The slightly charred fat and lean meat of the bacon roamed between her lips and teeth, quickly conquering FAL's stomach.

"This is the new beer I got from Choco. She and the Oasis T-dolls in charge of food are working on a lot of new foods and drinks. This is the result of their accumulated research, but they just had no one to try it. Now they finally have the motivation." FNC raised the cold beer bottle behind him.

"Chocolate? Who's that?" FN49 grabbed the bacon and stuffed it into her mouth. She then took a large glass of beer and drank it slowly.

"Oh~ That's the old me. As you know, I used to be a senior pastry chef at Universal Services and participated in the Cloud Atlas Project. I had a good relationship with the gardener Sakuya there." FNC said naturally.

"...You seem to have blended into their circle naturally. It's incredible." FAL said after a moment of silence.

"Because I've collaborated a lot with gardener Sakuya before. She doesn't mind my addition. Well... to be honest, it's really embarrassing to see my past self." FNC showed a rare embarrassed expression.

"Huh?! You stupid idiot! Tell me about the stupid things you did in the past!" FN49 was obviously feeling a little dizzy after drinking a glass of beer. Perhaps she made some strange adjustments when adjusting her body.

"The word 'idiot' is redundant! I was just a naughty kid, I loved to cause trouble. Back then, Universal Services could still tolerate my disruptions. But after a while, my model became obsolete, so I had to find work on my own. You know, many places don't actually need a great pastry chef; humans have their own bakers. I couldn't find a job in the Green Zone, and I couldn't stay in the Yellow Zone, so I came to work here at Griffin."

FNC was really not shy and just said it all out directly.

"Then have you kept in touch with that gardener? How is she now? I don't think I've seen you write any letters or anything like that." FN57 asked directly after seeing this.

"I don't know. I didn't have time to look for her after I lost my job. Sakuya started working for the Toyoshima family at the end of 2055, becoming a professional Hyundai for a wealthy, upper-class family. In 2058, she participated in the Cloud Atlas Project. As for me... I forgot when I escaped, and my memories of that period have been deleted. My furthest memory... is giving chocolates to the Commander in 2062."

FNC didn't show much sadness when they said these words, they just drank half a glass of beer.

"I feel... a little sorry, FNC, for opening up your scars." FN57 said with some guilt.

"Well, it's actually not that bad. It's not easy for everyone. Some people are having it much worse than me. The Toyoshima family is a well-established, upper-class family, the kind that would be stared at by a commander and then said something like this—"

FNC got down from the chair and stood up. She frowned, rubbed her hands together, and then stared at the air nervously.

"You guys have been enjoying yourself for too long. I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense. Go ahead and kill them all! Don't leave any alive!"

"Fuck~! This doesn't seem like FNC~! The commander won't even let us go up, he will probably just rush up and kill everyone~" FN57 was amused by FNC's subtle performance.

"Anyway, Sakuya should be able to live comfortably in a place like that. I'm not worried at all." FNC continued to sip their beer. Perhaps it was a problem with her palate, but the beer tasted bitter. FNC planned to contact the Oasis members later to share their feedback.

"FNC, we were just talking about Ariana and the United States, and were wondering if there were other T-dolls who had been to the United States. You were an international baker before, so you should know what happened in the United States at that time, right?" FN49 asked.

"Well, if it's World War III, it would be between 2045 and 2051, right? Our batch of humanoids were created after the war. When I regained consciousness, World War III was already over. The United States had already split up. There should have been some after World War III. During World War III, probably only the Soviet Union used them more." FNC answered honestly.

404 The Dolls' Daily Life After Changing Outfits (Part ) Poisoning Incident and Cafeteria Battle

"So Carl joined the battle so early?" After listening to FNC's explanation, the other humanoids exclaimed.

"In fact, it wasn't until 2058 that Dr. Pascal came up with the Zener Protocol, the Puppet Network, and the Branding System. These are our highly anti-interference communication system, the technology for operating puppets, and the weapon branding. Without the branding, most of our civilian T-dolls converted into tactical T-dolls would have been beaten by the elite humans." FNC also gulped down several gulps.

"It seems that there is no one with a brand who can shoot accurately... The only one who comes is AR15 from AR team. She usually carries two guns on the battlefield, and her shooting is as accurate as the branded ones. People like that really rely on their own practice to develop their shooting skills." FN49 recalled, and it seemed that there was only this person.

"Well, without the branding, they're just the Humanoids of the Third War. The Humanoids during the Third War had no advantages other than being a little sturdier. There wasn't even a way to preserve them using cloud maps, so if they died, they were truly dead. Their combat experience and combat performance were honed during the Third War. All the Humanoids who survived the Third War were as valuable among the Humanoids as human combat heroes." FN57 nodded.

"No wonder Carl's combat effectiveness is so strong. The commander was very confident in letting her carry out the undercover mission alone. Even in Germany during World War II, it was not an easy task. The commander really trusts her." FAL sighed.

"How about you try hiding alone?" FN57 glanced at their captain.

"Forget it. I won't even know how I died if I go there." FAL still knew his own worth.

"Speaking of this wine, why does it make me get hotter the more I drink it? Why don't you turn on the air conditioner? Turn on the air conditioner!" FN49 took a big gulp and took off his clothes, pulling at his sports shirt.

"It's definitely getting a bit hot." FNC flipped on the air conditioner. A gentle breeze dispersed the gray smoke, and the humanoids soon felt refreshed, though they still felt dizzy.

"I didn't drink much, did I? Only about a liter and a half. It's not like this little bit of alcohol can knock me down, is it?" FN49 stood up shakily. "Why can't I stand steadily? I feel a little breathless. Is there something wrong with this body?"

"Damn it Pascal, it's only been two days and the body is already broken. Is this okay? Oh no, I have a terrible headache. I need to go and rest." FAL also staggered to his feet and lay on the sofa, gasping for breath.

"Actually, I suddenly thought of one thing. Why do humans mostly barbecue outdoors? And even barbecue restaurants have to add a chimney on the grill." After FNC finished a bite of barbecue, his face finally turned ugly.

"Chimney? Yeah, why do we need a chimney?" FN57 clutched his chest, looking at the burning wood and red coals beneath the grill, and the slowly rising white smoke. "Could this smoke be harmful to the human body? We're using the air conditioner, aren't we? Why am I still feeling nauseous?"

"FN57, is it possible that our air conditioner is circulating indoor cooling air... I don't feel well, team members, call for help quickly..." FAL, who had been standing on the rack grilling steaks and bacon, inhaled too much smoke and his body was in a special condition.

Her body was paralyzed and her mind was a little confused.

"I'm not doing well either... FN49, FNC, help me..." FN57 collapsed in the chair. She had been fiddling with the burning coals since the beginning, and inhaled no less mess than her captain.

"Ah? What are you talking about? I have no strength left. It's too funny that my body will become paralyzed after drinking too much." FN49 fell to the ground with a thud.

Unburned coal and wood will produce carbon monoxide, which, when the concentration is too high, will damage the human nervous system. And beer...will aggravate the damage to the nervous system. FN49 drank too much beer and hurt himself.

"How come they all fell down before they even finished half of their meal! Medical department, medical department! Help!" FNC finally realized that something was wrong. She quickly turned on the ventilation fan in the dormitory and dragged the sleeping players outside.

As for the barbecue, FNC, who had the mildest symptoms, moved the meat away, grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway, and sprayed it on the grill, putting out the fire. After doing this, FNC also walked into the hallway with a look of distress on their faces, waiting for the intelligent body to take them over.

"That's strange, I obviously didn't drink much?" FN49 muttered this and slowly closed his eyes.

***

In short, before the people in the medical department could catch their breath, several more idiots who had a barbecue party in the dormitory but did not ventilate the room were sent over.

Before they passed out, they were still wondering how much beer they hadn't drunk. Only FNC, who was barely sober, explained to the medical dolls what they had done.

"You're drinking beer while you're having carbon monoxide poisoning? If you don't fall ill, who will?" The humanoids in the medical department said as they looked at the humanoids gasping for breath and lying in bed in excruciating pain.

"FNC...BBQ...Is the barbecue ready?" FAL asked her teammates while still unconscious.

"Captain, I've packed up the beer and barbecue and put them in the refrigerator. We can continue eating next time." FNC nodded as he drank a lot of water while being stared at by the medical humanoid.

"I'm still thinking about your barbecue. Just eat it to death. I'm going to submit the case to the agent and Pascal. Chocolate, drink the water quickly. If you don't, you'll have to lie in bed later." The medical figure said fiercely to FNC.

"I'm FNC, not Choco..." FNC muttered softly.

"Stop talking nonsense and drink some water. I've prescribed some medicine for you guys. Just stay in the inpatient department for the next few days. It takes time for the synths' bodies to recover." The medical humanoid scolded FNC when he saw that they didn't drink water, and then prescribed some medicine for these idiots lying in bed.

"Doctor, can you give us some panacea or treatment needles from the Fallout world? I feel so uncomfortable... I remember that in the Fallout world, any problem can be cured with an injection, right?" FAL said to the medical doll.

"As long as the disease is not untreatable, we won't use a panacea. Besides, the panacea is only for the Radiation World and there's no guarantee it will be effective for diseases in other worlds. The doctors you see will only prescribe a bunch of hormones and painkillers to make you feel more comfortable, but your body won't recover." The medical figure rolled its eyes at them.

The FN team was pushed out of the treatment room by the medical dolls, and the four dazed dolls were sent directly to the support department next door. When they were pushed in, there were already twenty or so reckless guys lying there.

These people were wrapped very tightly and did not move.

"This is the second team to suffer from carbon monoxide poisoning today. But don't worry, you will be ready soon." Floren, the humanoid in the inpatient department, glanced at the depressed FN team and quickly prepared the medicine in her hand.

"PA15... Floren? Oh, yes, you are Floren from Oasis Base." FAL asked in a daze.

"Here I'm just a nurse responsible for taking care of all of you who sent yourselves in for various stupid reasons." After Floren prepared the medicine, she pinched FAL's wrist, inserted the infusion needle, and then added a drip alarm and timer to the bottle, which would alarm when the liquid was almost finished.

"Woo woo woo woo!" The figure on the distant bed was covered with a thick quilt, with only a little orange hair showing. She seemed to be refuting Floren's words, but it was difficult to speak.

"Who's that?" FAL pointed at the orange-haired figure with his unpierced hand.

"That's Lena, UMP404 of Team 9. Her nose and chin were broken by her teammates, and then she was pulled here. Her nose and chin bones were shattered so thoroughly that our automatic doctor couldn't cure them. Our orthopedic doctor, Bonnie, had to replace her chin with a new titanium alloy chin." Floren said.

I got my nose broken for telling a joke about Sister 45's steel plate at a party. Then, our team's HK416 challenged M16 to a drinking contest, but she lost. Then, she got drunk and threw me to the ground, breaking my jaw. UMP9, Lena informed FAL of what had happened via comms.

"Cocktail party, there's this kind of activity in the cafeteria at noon?" FNC, who was still a little energetic, asked curiously.

At first, it was just a few Slavic drinkers opening bottles in the cafeteria, but soon Lototo (AK Alpha) and Bobosha came over with some drinks, and then a whole bunch of people started coming over with their favorite drinks... You know, everyone likes to join in the fun.

Many of the Oasis dolls also came over to liven up the atmosphere, singing, dancing, and mixing drinks. The place was soon littered with empty bottles.

"Didn't we just get new bodies? 45 brought us over to join in the fun. 416 figured she couldn't possibly get drunk again now that she had a new body, so she just charged right in."

The result is... the dolls get drunk easily, and someone shouts, "We're going to duel to find the strongest doll in all of Griffin! Only with synthetic bodies can we see whose fighting skills are the best in the world!"

Then, unsurprisingly, the dolls started fighting. Even though I got my nose broken by a punch because I taunted 45-san, hey, even with a base body, my punches are still pretty powerful.

"So these people lying down..." FNC looked at the twenty or so lying figures.

[They're all losers!] UMP9 said bluntly.

"Well... okay, Miss Loser, who won in the end?" FNC asked.

"It's an Oasis T-doll named Nashita. When I was about to attack 416, she spotted me and gave me a full-strength slam. Then, Nashita just walked by like a normal person," UMP9 said.

"It turns out you weren't drunk, it was my sneak attack that made you like this!" FNC couldn't help but complain.

[This is a sacred duel! Any means are permitted as long as victory is achieved!] UMP9 huddled in her bed, her fingertips intensifying. But from everyone else's perspective...she was clearly just masturbating under the covers.

***

About thirty minutes ago, in the common lounge area and cafeteria.

This time, the Oasis humanoids and Griffin humanoids fought together for the first time in a real sense.

The Oasis dolls' live performance of a powerful battle song filled my ears, and before me were my comrades, their eyes red with drink and high morale. Everyone was ready to fight, and the atmosphere was already set; it would be inappropriate not to engage in a fight.

I don't know who yelled first, but everyone started fighting under the influence of alcohol. Those who can get drunk here are not good people who don't like fighting. Each of them has at least a few lives on their hands.

Soon, the weakest, most drunk women were knocked to the ground. The rest, all possessing formidable battlefield fighting skills and experience, engaged in fistfights and kicks, using chairs as weapons—if lifting a table wasn't too difficult, they'd even swing it high and low.

The most eye-catching one among them was HK416. Although she kept saying that she would not get drunk, she couldn't help but stand up and fight with the T-dolls around her when she heard about the fight. She knocked down several drunk T-dolls in a few seconds, then turned around and saw UMP9, who was sneaking around with a crooked nose.

"Hah!" HK416 yelled and pounced on UMP9, throwing UMP9 out with a strength that was almost impossible for this body to possess.

UMP9 flew out like a kite with a broken string, and after falling to the ground, it slid for a long time.

"I am the strongest! I am the strongest humanoid under the Commander!" HK416 roared. Her face was red from the alcohol and the intense exercise.

"Tsk! Look at you, you're such a coward!" Brother 16 knocked out the AK Alpha at hand and took a sip of Jack Daniels. "You being the strongest is useless! The commander won't even take you with him!"

“M16！你找死是吧！45！45！来帮忙！”HK416下意识的找队友，但她很快就看到UMP45已经倒进旁边的塑料大桶里了。