Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Dorothy, what are our little friends watching?" Number 87 asked as he walked down the corridor. A virtual humanoid appeared beside him, a little girl with long hair, smiling as she gave her answer to her master, "War movies." At the same time, a screen appeared in front of Number 87. The camera angle was from behind Malin, perfectly capturing the image on the television of both sides firing laser weapons at each other.

"Poor child, how could he possibly understand such wars?" Although Malin’s face couldn’t be seen, Number 87 could still hear what he said.

"What are these lights, and how can there be light slower than bullets?"

Listening to the child’s curious remark, Number 87 chuckled to himself, thinking it best not to disturb a young child’s thoughts, lest he suspect they were watching him.

But... this was indeed an interesting child, and it might be worth trying to influence him. If possible, better to have him join their grand plan. Such excellent genes should not be left to waste out there.

And when all was said and done, they, the beings of old, would surely become like deities.

Walking through the corridor, Number 87 entered the cultivation center, standing at the entrance, he looked at the densely packed tanks filled with human bodies and smiled with satisfaction.

Yes, deities, every person living in this world would come to see them as the gods of this world.

"Number 29, how are the new children?"