Final Battle for Sub-Class

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A young girl with silver hair rushed in front of a blue panel and shouted.

"Lily, what is going on? What happened?" 

"Miss, there was a slight difference in calculation. The amount of fuel we used to create the Celestial Killing Bomb has increased. We do not have sufficient fuel to return." Lily's virtual projection appeared in front of her and spoke.

Hearing her words, anger flashed in the young girl as she shouted.

"Didn't you calculate the amount of fuel we needed to create Celestial Killing Bomb? You are an A.I. How could you make such a stupid mistake?" 

"Miss, I might be an A.I. but I am not perfect. I am just a second-rated model to the A.I. that Mr. Brian created." Lily replied. Her tone had a little bit of untraceable rage in it.

"But, she recreated you. How could you still be so useless?" The young girl didn't feel that it was her problem. She only blamed Lily.