Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 273

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The mechanical voice replied flatly. “No. Even though this is a fabricated world, Vex established this as a core rule millennia ago when he crossed over. All must return to one; your soul must remain whole.”

“Oh no, no, no…” Primo’s weeping intensified, becoming a hysterical wail. “I’m done for, Host! You’ll have to set off your own celebration fireworks from now on…”

Margaret’s brow remained deeply furrowed as she stared at the swirling light particles, her silence heavy.

The Central Brain’s luminous data streams circled a few more times before the voice sounded again, now laced with uncertainty. “However, if you could physically separate it from your soul, the absorption process would halt. All you need is a sufficiently robust physical vessel. You could forcibly extract its core code along with that soul fragment and seal it inside, creating a physical barrier.”

“What kind of vessel?” Margaret’s question was sharp.

The Brain answered, “A robot. Specifically, an advanced model constructed with superconducting alloy and equipped with an independent quantum processor. Anything less would be shredded by the energy released during the separation.”

“Then let’s do it,” Margaret stated without hesitation..

The Central Brain interrupted, “Wait. You must understand the cost. Once the physical separation is complete, Primo will cease to be your companion system. It will become an independent Al entity. Your psychic link will be severed permanently. This means you will lose all access to the System Space. The System Mall will be gone. No more redeeming items, no more points network-any ability that transcends this world’s dimensions will be closed to you.”

A profound quiet settled over the server room.

In her mind, Primo’s sobbing ceased abruptly. It knew perfectly well what the System Mall meant to Margaret.

That near-fatal particle cannon blast from Darien? She’d only survived thanks to a defensive item purchased from the Mall’s exchange. In this dangerous interstellar realm, the System Mall was Margaret’s ultimate safety net.

“Host…” Primo’s voice was a fragile whisper, tinged with fear, “M-Maybe we shouldn’t. I’m a part of you. Returning to the source… It’s how things should be.”

It stammered, trying to convince itself, “What if you’re in danger later, without the Mall?”

A faint, wry smile touched Margaret’s lips.

Her gaze shifted to Cheiron. He met her eyes, having pieced together the truth from the conversation. She was planning to give up a lifeline to save an artificial intelligence,

He didn’t utter a word of protest, simply moving closer to take her hand firmly in his.

Margaret turned her attention back to the Central Brain.

She declared, her tone casual, “Doesn’t matter. Go ahead with the separation. I’ve only used that damn

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mall three times total. Good riddance.” She tucked her free hand into her coat pocket. “Besides, having this greedy, cowardly system rattling around in my head all day gives me a headache. Getting it out will be a relief.”

In her mind. Primo hiccuped, a messy mix of overwhelming gratitude and wounded pride. “Host! You’re really getting me a body?!”

“What else?” Margaret shot back mentally. “Eat you as a snack? Shut up and get ready to move.”

Instantly, Primo’s terror vanished, replaced by boundless enthusiasm. “Wow! A physical form! I’ll have a physical form! Host, I want a cool one! Sleek lines, with holographic projection capabilities! A burly build would be perfect-eight-pack abs if possible!”

Margaret winced inwardly at the mental noise. “Quiet. You’ll take what you get and be grateful. Stop being picky.”

She glanced over at Sion, who still sat on the floor, looking utterly shell-shocked by the relentless twists of fate.

“Mr. Sion Jewett, Does the Academy of Sciences have any spare robots lying around? Something with a big braincase.”

Sion blinked up at her, processing the question with a noticeable delay. “Huh? Robots?” He scrambled to his feet, dusting off his lab coat. “Yes, yes! The logistics department has plenty. All sorts of models. You need a loader? A cleaner? We have research-assistant types too.”

“I need a high-grade military-spec unit. I’m installing a system on par with the Central Brain.”

Margaret looked back at the glowing core. “Will it survive being stuffed into a robot’s chassis? What’s the procedure?”

The Central Brain confirmed, “It is possible. The separation will cause some data degradation, but the core logic will remain intact. Secure the vessel. Once prepared, I will initiate the remote separation protocol.”

Sion listened, his initial bewilderment transforming into rapt fascination as he grasped the implications.

“Your Grace, are you saying you intend to implant a fully sentient AI, with computational power rivaling the Central Brain, into a standard robotic frame? This is a revolutionary experiment! The Academy’s labs are at your disposal! I’ll oversee the procedure personally!” he said, eyes gleaming with scientific fervor.

Cheiron stepped forward, subtly blocking Sion’s eager gaze.

“Uncle, this matter requires the utmost discretion. Nothing that transpired here today can leave a trace,” he said, his tone deceptively gentle yet laced with unmistakable warning.

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