The failure of the entire campaign was ultimately due to the lack of sacrifice by the Leray people. No one can bear this blame. Whether the sacrifice is worth it or not can only be known after the sacrifice is made. Perhaps, with a different commander, he would have unhesitatingly committed the troops to the frontal defense of Prisk, trading lives for time.

However, Fatty is not that kind of person.

Looking at this usually cowardly and greedy guy, Bonnie couldn't help but recall that one-against-a-thousand ambush, the long four and a half hours, and that magnificent leap from the cliff. She knew that the man in front of her valued the lives of the warriors following him more than his own!

In some respects, this silly-looking, somewhat perverted Fatty, has the most iron-blooded and romantic heroic spirit deep down. He would never sacrifice the lives of his warriors needlessly to secure an uncertain victory. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he is willing to find an alternative way to achieve victory without sacrifice.

Even if that substitute is himself!

In the current situation, after obtaining Stephen's exact location, it was very difficult for Fatty to change his mind. For this lazy person, killing Stephen is the simplest solution. Moreover, this Fatty has always been very confident in himself.

"If you must go..." Bonnie sighed softly and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"What you need to do," Fatty pointed to the computer, "is all in this battle plan. We must do our utmost to entangle Desic's two airborne armored divisions while avoiding heavy casualties, until their other three armored divisions break through the Tanville Northern District."

"No problem." Bonnie nodded, her beautiful eyes fixated on Fatty. "And what else?"

"Remember the ancient spaceship under the cliff?" Fatty had a somewhat death-wish courage. Seeing Bonnie's cheeks turn crimson and her teeth clench tightly, he quickly added, "Ahem... At that time, I found something inside it. I think, just in case I don't come back, this thing can't be left unattended."

"You dare not come back!" Bonnie said swiftly. Her tone was firm, but anyone could hear the worry hidden within. The hand gripping Fatty's arm tightly betrayed her feelings. Seeing Fatty's carefree, smiling face, Bonnie rolled her eyes and asked, "What thing?"

"A..." Fatty hesitated for a moment as if considering how to phrase it so as not to shock Bonnie too much, "...an intelligent robot."

"Oh." Bonnie responded casually. She obviously didn't understand the difference between the intelligent robot Fatty mentioned and those so-called intelligent robots made by tech companies. "Where is it?"

"Beauty, I'm right here." A voice from beside Bonnie made her turn. The little kid's spherical robot avatar was jumping up and down on the central computer control desk.

"It's called Little Pi." Fatty looked at the stunned and speechless Bonnie holding her mouth and said with a bitter smile, "Maybe the only artificial intelligence in the universe that has naturally evolved. It already possesses an independent, inseparable simulated personality."

"It... it..." Bonnie was completely bewildered by the metallic little rascal in front of her. Even the smartest women have a tendency to be bewildered, making her words especially endearing: "Is it alive?"

"About to die," the little kid somersaulted and fell down.

"Heavens," Bonnie exclaimed. The humanoid reactions of the little kid already explained everything without needing Fatty to say more. Even as composed as she usually was, this sudden appearance of artificial intelligence was beyond her acceptance.

What does an independent intelligent artificial intelligence mean? It means a miracle that humans have longed for for thousands of years but have never been able to create. This is not technology; it is life, another form of life!

Humans have been lonely in this universe for too long. With the arrival of the space age, human reach has extended across billions of light-years over millennia. The Star Domain humans can reach now was unthinkable during the Earth era. Yet, one planet after another with signs of life was discovered, followed by migrations and new journeys, still unable to find intelligent life capable of communication with humans in the universe.

No one understands why, in the vast universe where all kinds of plants and animals exist in numerous wonderful forms, there is no life as intelligent as humans. Could humans really be the orphans of the universe? Were those inexplicable UFOs from ancient times merely human imagination and illusion?

When modern space technology could no longer find a breakthrough to explore farther into the universe, humans finally turned their attention to creating new intelligent life. Biology, genetics, genetic engineering—generation after generation relay, just to spontaneously generate an intelligent life.

But humans are not God, nor creators. Humans can use existing life in the universe to create new organisms but cannot create even a single cell with life characteristics out of thin air! Let alone create intelligence! After countless failures, humans discovered that the closest thing to intelligence is precisely the least life-like electronic artificial intelligence!

Yet the obsessive pursuit of artificial intelligence by scientists still led to one failure after another. No artificial intelligence could be deemed "having an independent, inseparable personality." The endeavor to create intelligence increasingly seemed like an impractical dream.

Thus, one can imagine Bonnie's astonishment when such a fully intelligent artificial intelligence suddenly appeared before her.

Fatty glanced at the time, grabbed his sniper rifle resembling a Garand Rifle, and picked up the grumbling little kid on the floor, shoving him into Bonnie's hand. "I have to go. This guy's core program is in my mechanical computer. He can control SkyNet, and if given enough resources and time, he can also invade any system related to computers."

Bonnie hadn't yet recovered, just blankly holding the struggling little kid, looking at Fatty, listening to him continue, "I've already transmitted the battle plan to the first flying squadron of the Independent Army's ground aviation. I'll board their fighter jets, break through the enemy's aerial defenses at high speed, and airdrop at the closest point to the Christers Army Base. The rest, Little Pi knows what to do!"

"When will you come back?" Bonnie gazed into Fatty's eyes.

"Sooner or later!" Fatty smiled. "When it comes to running away, I have some expertise."

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