Time slowly passed, and no one disturbed Michael, the true Master of the entire building.
While waiting for Skye to awaken, Michael stood on the scenic balcony outside the chairman's office, basking in the Sun, occasionally materializing a cup of fragrant tea to savor, and watching the people on the ground hundreds of meters below, busily scurrying about.
For Michael, who had been isolated on Venus for three whole days, this was nothing short of… a supreme enjoyment! What about drinking so much tea and not needing to use the restroom? A super stomach, understand? A super kidney, understand? Inside the room, in the luxurious lounge.
White controlled all the indoor equipment: ventilation, temperature, humidity, light intensity, etc., adjusting everything to the most comfortable level for the human body.
At least, judging from Skye's sleeping posture, her previously slightly furrowed brows had smoothed out. White's work seemed not to have been in vain.
A soft moan. After an unknown amount of time, Skye hummed softly, blinked her eyes, stretched her arms and legs, and vigorously extended her body, which had just awakened from deep sleep.
"So comfortable!" Feeling her surroundings—the comfortable large bed, the soft touch, the silk quilt that was cool with a hint of warmth, the fragrant scent filling the air, as if she were in her mother's arms—etc… "Mom!" Skye suddenly opened her eyes wide.
What met her gaze was a luxuriously decorated room! And she was lying on a spacious, large bed!!! Instinctively, she wanted to scream.
But her hands, as if not obeying her, instantly covered her mouth, which was about to cry out! "This is…" Skye suddenly remembered that she seemed to have been forcibly taken to some place by someone with superpowers.
Swallowing the unknown secretion in her mouth, Skye wanted to quietly get up and investigate whether the person who had captured her was still there.
But… "Hello, Ms. Skye."
"You have been in deep sleep for six hours. It is now exactly three o'clock in the afternoon. The indoor temperature is twenty-four degrees Celsius, and the indoor humidity is forty percent."
"Furthermore…"
Clearly, White's words were destined not to be finished in one go.
Because… "Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"
Suddenly hearing a male voice in the room, under extreme tension, Skye was still startled and screamed, her whole body burrowing back into the silk quilt like an ostrich. Through the footage captured by the camera, White concluded that as a mature artificial intelligence, it was best to remain silent at this moment. Sure enough, after a while, the screaming stopped.
As the silk quilt wiggled, slowly, a small head emerged from the edge of the quilt.
With slight movements, she looked left and right, like a little hamster coming out of its cage to find food. After waiting a while longer… a sound was heard, and only then did Skye get back on her feet, ready to explore this mysterious room again. Then… "Hello, Ms. Skye!"
"Who?"
"Who's there? Come out! I see you!"
White's voice sounded again, but with a prepared mind, Skye turned and shouted in the direction of White's voice, while also striking a pose of self-defense, as if performing a women's anti-wolf technique.
Suddenly, Skye's eyes widened: a low table, a mobile phone… Whoosh! There should have been a gentle breeze here, stirring up scattered leaves.
"Hello, Ms. Skye!"
"On your bedside table, there is a set of new, clean clothes. There is a spacious bathroom inside the lounge. You can freshen up first."
"Also, you have slept for six hours. Do you need to eat? If so, please tell us your preferences and dietary restrictions, and White will immediately arrange for relevant service personnel to bring it to you."
The awkwardness did not continue; White directly spoke up, breaking the awkward scene.
"Who are you?"
"What is your purpose in bringing me here?"
"Whatever you want, I will give it to you. I only ask that you don't harm me!"
Looking at the phone in front of her, Skye felt her life was so helpless, so mournful, so desolate! Skye especially wanted to rush in front of the man who had captured her earlier and question him whether all of this was true. But Skye didn't dare, didn't know what to do, and even more so, didn't dare to speak out.
Skye just wanted to leave here. Skye wanted to be alone.
. Don't ask who An'an is!
"I'm sorry… it's White's fault. White forgot to introduce himself first."
"White is an artificial intelligence created by Master, Master's personal network intelligent butler."
"As for why you were invited here, White does not know Master's thoughts. Perhaps Ms. Skye, you can personally ask Master."
White answered in his usual steady voice.
"You're an artificial intelligence?!"
Skye cried out in surprise! Oh my goodness…! She couldn't believe it! She, who had just begun to grasp computer knowledge, actually met an artificial intelligence that she normally wouldn't even dare to imagine. Which company developed this? No, White said it was created by Master. Oh my goodness…! It was an artificial intelligence created by a single person! Wait… why is this my focus?
"Ahem, well… who is the Master you mentioned? Where is he? Can you take me to him?"
Remembering her purpose, Skye no longer focused on artificial intelligence.
Compared to what was happening to her, artificial intelligence and such were completely unimportant!
"Master is… the Master who created me. His identity needs to be told to you by Master himself, if Master is willing."
"Master is on the scenic balcony outside the office. Master has been waiting for you for six hours. You can go by yourself; just turn right out the door."
"Are you sure you don't need to wash up or eat something first?"
'Seeing' Skye walk straight out of the room, White still tried to salvage the situation with a question.
But clearly, Skye, whose mind was elsewhere, seemed not to have heard White's last sentence at all… "You're here."
"Sit!"
Three o'clock in the afternoon: The Sun was still scorching, but Michael, bathed in the sunlight, appeared to be covered in a sacred glow in Skye's eyes, who had just walked out of the room.
With a snap of his fingers, Skye snapped back to reality and quickly sat opposite Michael.
Sitting down stiffly, looking at the cup of steaming green tea that had appeared out of thin air, Skye swallowed her saliva, suddenly afraid to speak.
To be continued: Feilu reminds you: three things to do when reading: collect, recommend.