Chapter 141: Chapter 87 (part 1)

When dinnertime rolled around, Leo made his way hesitantly to the restaurant, but did not see Han Yanyan there.

"What's she up to?" he asked.

"She expressed not wanting to consume long-frozen expired meat and ordered only porridge and vegetables to be delivered to her room," replied the system.

Did she not want to see him? Leo regretted having lost his temper at her. She hadn't been talking about him and his mother, but about the life she should have had.

The life that he had forcibly shifted.

Leo ordered something random and asked, "Has she downloaded any TV series? Has she watched any? Does she like them?"

"She has been watching soap operas in her room all afternoon. According to expression analysis, she does not like it," said his AI in response. "However, it isn't that she doesn't like it, but that her expression changes very little, with almost no redundant micro-expressions."

Yes, that damnably 'indifferent' look of hers, as if she had already figured everything out and seen through it all.

Leo suddenly understood a little of Yao Chen's frustration. Back then, Yao Chen had hated it so much that he had bitten her shoulder until it bled. What he had hated so much was probably precisely that 'indifference'.

The food was served quickly. Compared with natural cooking, the high-speed food processor used a laser grill, bringing food from raw to cooked in just a few seconds.

Leo ordered the same thing today as he had yesterday. He ate the same thing most of the time.

He truly had little lust or fondness for food, clothing, housing or transportation. When he was young, his mother had always been busy working. She would make an enormous pot of food all at once, from which he would come home and eat a portion of every day to fill himself. Eating the same thing for every meal, the taste deteriorating by the day; by the time the taste buds on his tongue were numb, the pot was done.

Speaking of which, the food that the food processor made was much better than what he had eaten as a child. He hadn't felt like living all alone, eating this sort of food every day, had been bad at all.

Until he tried the rice that Han Yanyan had made.

A real, living woman had cooked for him, and her carefully prepared meal had awakened taste buds and desires that had been dormant for decades.

Leo suddenly lost his appetite when he looked at the perfectly grilled steak on his plate.

Han Yanyan's dinner was light porridge and side dishes. She stayed in her room after dinner, turning on a dozen holographic screens to watch a dozen soap operas at once.

The plots were all very theatrical, but she paid no attention, mainly observing the details of life and the values of the drama. The general outlook on life did not seem to be much different from that of her homeworld. Because different TV series came from different star regions and countries, there were some subtle differences between them.

Take for example, "The Overbearing Commander", from Duke Kline's homeworld of the Amijin Empire. Although the plot was on the surface about the melodramatic love story between an overbearing starship commander and 'me', the whole story was secretly rubbing in the value of 'loyalty' the entire time. Loyalty to the nobility, to the lords, to the inviolable supremacy of the royal family.

That's all there is to controlling the hearts of the people.

Eating dessert, Han Yanyan smiled slightly.

Leo had given her access to the atomic synthesizer, and she wasn't shy about using it. She had drastically made over her room.

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It had originally been a small, standard single cabin, with a cabinet to the left upon entering and a small double sofa and coffee table to the right. Further inside the room was a square, featureless single bed to one side, and quite a big desk on the other, taking up two walls. Portholes on the far side allowed one to see the starry sky, and there was a movable mirror on the side wall, the one which she had broken.

She had asked the system to have robots move everything out.

Presently her room was now furnished with a large bed under the portholes, occupying the entire area that the bed and desk had once been. Not far from the end of the bed was a new sofa and coffee table. Even the portholes were now hung with purely decorative curtains. The entire room had transformed from a dormitory to an exquisite boudoir, the comfort and beauty of which was beyond comparison.

Lying on the sofa, Han Yanyan watched a dozen screens at the same time, taking in all the jumbled information without any confusion.

Leo Parker's special genetic improvement agent had truly not been a mere boast.

At that moment, she heard the system's electronic voice coming from above. "Han Yanyan, the administrator has requested you to meet with him."

"Does he not have a mouth?" Han Yanyan asked.

"The administrator has ordered me to deliver this message," it replied.

"He in a bad mood?" she asked teasingly, to which the system replied solemnly, "The administrator's endocrine system has been disordered and slow ever since yesterday."

Han Yanyan put down her dessert. "Got it."

When she followed the system's instructions to Leo, he looked sullen.

"Come here," he said gloomily. "I'm going to show you how I caught you."

Han Yanyan paused, then made her way over.

There were countless light screens open in front of Leo, densely packed and layered. Staring at them, he said, "About forty years ago, I began releasing these exploratory probes. I've probably sent out hundreds of thousands by now."

"These probes help me explore every nook and cranny of the universe. I'm also constantly improving them, of course."

"In recent years, I've begun taking money to awaken the dead, so I've been in need of architects. Not everyone can be one. It's already pretty lucky to find one or two in ten thousand. After careful study, I found that the active areas of the brains of those who can become architects are different from ordinary people, and so are their brain waves."

"This makes things very convenient, since I only need to scan for specific brain waves. That's how I find my architects."

"The only problem is, it's way too annoying to get architects from developed regions. Once I found a middle-aged man who ended up being quite good, but he was a fucking business exec! That guy brought me so much trouble," Leo complained.

"What's a businessman's brain so active for? I was hounded for fucking forever!"

"..." There were so many things to say to that, Han Yanyan didn't even know where to start. "How troublesome that must have been for you. What about I apologize to you on his behalf?"

Leo snorted, ignoring her sarcasm. Sliding a finger, he pulled up a screen.

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