The moment the red needle of the coffee machine broke through 42%, the tender shoots on the foreheads of the Purple-robed figures children suddenly burst into bloom. What blossomed were not flowers, but metallic stamens of miniature Executor Drones, and the eyeball-shaped sensors at the center of the stamens all turned in unison toward the Dual-Core System.
"It's not contamination..." Sparks burst from Xingmang's Mechanical Heart with a blinding glare, "It's the second form of the formatting program!"
Her single monocle projected the forgotten primitive code:
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