Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

The opponent’s exaggerated resilience filled Smith with foreboding.

A virtual face appeared on the screen and mechanically stated, "The target’s movement has increased the consumption of ammunition. Based on reserves, the drone combat group can maintain full combat status for another 5 seconds, the Supercomputer Team can maintain consciousness takeover for twelve seconds... Predicted combat values for the target exceed those of a typical Second Rank Life. It is suggested to initiate the Tactical Nuclear Bomb, to mobilize nearby stationed forces, to activate base alerts, and to prepare for evacuation..."

Listening to the base’s AI’s suggestions, Smith’s face darkened, "I reject your suggestions!"

Any of those suggestions would mean more trouble than before, abandoning the base.

They had chosen to build the base near this national park because underground spaces with hollow layers were detected here. With a simple retrofit, they could save billions in construction funds, money that had long been embezzled.

Abandon the base and then what, go out into the cold northwest wind?

What if the higher-ups sent someone to investigate and found out about the corruption?

There were too many problems.

He couldn’t possibly follow the AI’s suggestions.

Otherwise, he didn’t know what would become of the base, but he was sure he’d be "suicided" one-stop and arranged perfectly.