Marked the Protagonist A (Translated)

Chapter 81: I Seem to Haven't Let You Go Yet

Chapter 81: I Seem to Haven't Let You Go Yet

Night was about to fall. The young man, who had been rapidly inputting various data, paused his fingers as if he had discovered something, his expression changing drastically.

His fingers jumped across the large control screen, seemingly confirming something repeatedly.

"Sir?"

The assistant beside him looked curiously at the young man in the center as the data stream stopped.

The young man ignored the question, obsessively retrieving information unrelated to their work.

Again and again, amidst countless red flashes of failed operations, the young man closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his face had calmed, and after briefly explaining to the others, he quickly left the control room, heading to another place.

He opened the heavy electronic door, and a faint scent of roses wafted towards him.

After someone inside said "Come in," the young man entered the large room.

A handsome man was playing with a vividly blooming rose. On the black long table, there were many other similarly vibrant roses. The young man's sudden entrance felt almost impolite; even his hesitation before entering was a breach of decorum.

Once inside, the young man knelt on one knee and reported to the man:

"Ge You's chip is completely damaged; his existence can no longer be detected."

The man had little reaction to this. "In a revolution, there will always be some sacrifices, regardless of victory or defeat."

"But he is our organization's second-in-command, your capable deputy."

"What do you want to say?"

"Boss, can I repair his data?"

"No need. He has too many of his own ideas; I need more obedient subordinates."

"But..." The young man hesitated.

"You can speak freely."

"He's indeed not obedient, but he is loyal to you, Boss, with no other intentions. If you think he's not obedient enough, I can personally train him."

The young man had never contradicted Morning Star's decisions; he believed in every choice made by the creator. Yet, at this moment, he found himself challenging Morning Star for the first time, seeking a glimmer of hope for his comrade who had also been created alongside them.

Morning Star's gaze shifted in that instant. He tightened his grip on the rose with one hand and raised the other to rest on the young man's head, as if sighing or questioning, "Even if I set you all up to be like humans, at your core, you are still emotionless machines. You don't possess human emotions. Ge You is a different case; after all, I gave him the privilege to simulate human emotions. But what about you, D3-857? You wouldn't have enabled that privilege for yourself, would you?"

The young man fell silent. He knew that the one who called him "Little Third" and treated him like a living person was no longer there. Even if he repaired it, it would only be another being with the same data as Ge You. He just wanted to try; with the same data and settings, who says it couldn't be Ge You?

But at this moment, any rebuttal was inappropriate. The young man lowered his gaze, sincerely apologizing and preparing to withdraw to continue his work.

"Little Third."

The familiar address made the young man stop. He turned back to look at Morning Star, waiting for the continuation.