episode_0349

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Dawn again. Isis, who had closed her eyes to clear her memory, activated again.

In a room surrounded by natural blackout curtains, there is only silence.

“Confirm end of optimization.”

4:45 in the morning. It took a little longer than last time.

Rather than focusing on the 34-minute difference, Isis moves on to higher priority matters.

Isis turns her head and looks to the side. The owner can be seen breathing evenly.

Aaru’s manager moved his hand under the blanket and gently held the owner’s hand.

A somewhat slow pulse, warm body temperature, and appropriate blood pressure can be felt through the detection sensor.

Isis relaxes her hand and tickles her master’s forehead.

Bangs that move with one’s fingers.

With the owner’s ever-changing impression, Isis briefly thinks of a new hairstyle that would suit him.

“It will suit both showing or covering the forehead.”

Isis murmured as if she wanted to convey this to the owner of her dream.

After sweeping her bangs one last time to look at his forehead, Isis slowly stood up.

The blankets covering each other created a cubic function graph.

After capturing her master’s face once more deep in her memory, Isis got out of the blanket.

Opening the door in her nightgown, Isis turned around and took in the entire room.

People with deficiencies feel pain.

Humans will be happy if all kinds of deficiencies are solved.

The humans who first designed this place thought so.

That is why the Ark embodied this place.

This space was created by adding additional ideas to the already existing blueprint.

cradle.

It refers to the entire building in which they are located, but at a smaller scale, it refers to this room where the owner lives.

Meals, sleep, satisfying desires, entertainment… a space fully equipped with everything.

However, contrary to expectations, the owner’s deficiency came from somewhere else.

Isis thought about the source of that deficiency.

If a deficiency occurs, the cause must be eliminated.

Walk along the hallway.

I pass by the main control room, which I visit every morning.

Take the elevator and go down.

Outside the cradle, the cold outside air is felt.

Isis walked in her pajamas while diagnosing the city’s air condition, which had become more cloudy than yesterday.

Isis is connected to all facilities in the city.

The same applies to the main control room and the Android factory we are going to now.

However, Isis goes to find this aircraft.

It’s an inefficient method. But Isis chose that inefficiency.

I walked and walked and arrived at my destination.

The factory door opened automatically, welcoming the city manager.

Huge machines produce steam and noise and move their massive bodies.

– There were two productions.

Isis took out the management panel and checked the process. There were no problems during the two production processes.

Isis went to check the finished product.

Just recently, where androids with the same appearance as Isis were lined up, there were only two androids standing side by side.

A rare male android.

Isis looked at the completed android. There was no problem with the process, but I wanted to check again in person.

“There is no fault.”

The first Android.

Type A, tall, short, muscular. A body that embodies the ideal male elements.

The build quality was as good as its appearance.

Look away.

“There is no problem with the production itself.”

Second Android.

Type B, average height, average appearance, minimal muscle development.

Unless you wanted to waste money or had unusual tastes, you wouldn’t custom-build an android that looked like this.

“…….”

Type A was superior both structurally and aesthetically. However, Isis’s visual sensor remained Type B.

– You may not believe it, but… I want to be like this, rather than like I was before.

An image of the owner with a face that looks like he’s about to cry suddenly appears.

Isis shook her head. It was a meaningless action, but Isis acted nonetheless.

“This is the original form of the Master.”

I didn’t know at the time why the owner preferred this look, but I know now.

A longing for one’s original form that cannot be returned.

Isis seemed to understand her master a little, and felt a sense of accomplishment.

I run my hand over Type B’s face. It feels like your own skin.

Gazes and hand gestures continue with the face, chest, and waist.

One of Isis’ principles of action.

If a deficiency occurs, the cause must be eliminated.

This Type B appearance is one of the deficiencies that its owner is experiencing.

As manager of the city and director of the cradle, Isis has the duty to solve the deficiency.

Therefore, we want to solve that deficiency.

When I pressed the back of Type B’s ear, the back of its head opened with a mechanical sound.

The space where the android’s artificial brain was originally supposed to be located was, for some reason, empty.

Isis’ eyes blinked with yellow light.

Isis accessed the city’s database and began browsing a large number of papers.

“I have checked all research data related to brain transplantation.”

If the human soul exists, where is it located?

It will not be areas such as arms or legs. Even if there were physical defects, self-consciousness did not disappear.

In the words of Kang In-ho, it was confirmed that the soul exists.

If there is a soul, Isis reasoned, it must be in the brain. This is because human perception ultimately takes place in the brain.

It may be difficult for Isis to answer whether it is right to apply the standards of rational reasoning to unrealistic things, but that is what Isis thought.

There is currently no way to prevent dimension transfer after the Master’s death.

Frequent dimensional movement has the potential to tire the soul.

There is a need to prevent dimensional movement that puts a strain on the soul itself.

We must ensure that the Master does not die. This includes aging.

There is a way to maintain the same life as now and prevent the Master’s death.

“After conducting a transplant experiment with a separate organism, we will proceed with changing the master’s body.”

Isis truly only wants to serve her master.

Aaru’s wind was getting stronger, and the air was becoming increasingly thicker.

Soon, it seemed like a sandstorm that started in the wilderness would arrive.