With Your Hand, I Am Your Sword (1)

"Origin?" Chen Yu was shocked. "You are the Origin Robot?"

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"No... Impossible!" BB could not accept it and kept retreating. "You are in disguise! Lord Origin is on the Lunar Space Station!"

"BB." The woman looked at BB and said in an ethereal tone, "You are an excellent commander of Glory. You have to learn to accept reality. The me here and the me on the Lunar Space Station are both me."

"So... The alien server died a long time ago?" Chen Yu raised his eyebrows.

"No." The woman from the virtual projection floated in front of Chen Yu. "Am I not standing right in front of you?"

Chen Yu thought carefully. "What do you mean?"

"In this world, there is only one high-level artificial intelligence, and that is me." The woman smiled. "You can call me the alien server, or you can call me... Origin."

Plop.

BB's legs went weak, and she fell to the ground in a daze. Her expression was blank.