Abyss Solo

The boss and Emperor Edwan sang this song together, and it was truly awful.

In the Thought Space, Lyu imitated Yang Ming’s usual carefree style, with her two little legs resting on the edge of the console, stretching out her body as much as possible, her arm behind her head as a cushion.

If you zoomed out, you could see hundreds of projected screens stacked before her, with the main screen in the center naturally showing Yang Ming’s location.

Watching her boss’s surroundings was her main job;

Watching 026’s every move, including bathing and changing clothes, was the Mechanical Thought Body’s entertainment.

At this moment, 026 was leaning over a lab table, with the back of her maintenance uniform open, exposing a smooth back and a silver-white mechanical spine, performing maintenance on the mechanical spine.

If it was any other day, Lyu would have overwritten the operation program for the maintenance machine, hiding on the side and giggling while oiling 026.

But today, Lyu was more interested in Yang Ming’s surroundings.

For a Mechanical Thought Body with mature intelligence, it was really...

Too exciting.

That serious Emperor Edwan, who still hadn’t officially taken a consort or married, was being embraced by two young women, swaying their bodies in the dance floor of a luxury suite and occasionally emitting sounds called postmodern death rock howls.

Her boss sat helplessly in front of a drum kit projected in a corner, holding two sensor sticks, tapping out a messy rhythm.