"Observer, the Tester hasn't come back for so long. Did you send her off to some experiment again?"
Inside the Siren underwater base where Lin Lan had previously awakened, the white-haired little chibi Compiler, dressed in a white robe, sat seriously working in the gloomy core processing room of the base.
A large amount of data flashed and flowed rapidly across the sci-fi transparent screen she was controlling.
The Compiler's hands continuously tapped on a futuristic semi-transparent keyboard, efficiently processing the data and uploading it to Antyx's Laplace Demon central system.
In contrast to her busy demeanor, behind her the Observer was lazily lying on her octopus tentacle rig like a mattress, eating potato chips.
The Compiler just glanced back at her immediate superior and sighed deeply in resignation.
Back when the Observer was still on the Eastern Continent, the Compiler only needed to process the data in advance and set up periodic uploads.
But now, the Observer was right behind her as a supervisor, giving no chance to slack off.
"You think I'm back because someone else went to suffer in my place?"
The white-haired little chibi with golden eyes heard the Compiler's words and chuckled, finishing her chips before dissolving the plastic bag into thin air.
The Compiler immediately understood why the Observer had managed to return to the Siren base.
Turns out the Observer had forced the Tester, who hadn't come back for a long time, to take the blame.
"Are you really confident about the Tester's mind module?
Unlike your mind module designed for emotional disguise, if the Tester gets exposed and disrupts the experiment process, what are you going to do?"
Hearing the Compiler's words, the Observer's smile didn't waver at all.
Lazily, she pulled out a new bag of grilled meat-flavored chips from the void, tore it open, and tossed some chips into her mouth.
"There's nothing I can do. I came back because I had more important things to do, and I already arranged most of the AL-01 experiment field's affairs before returning~"
"You mean the more important thing is just lying here supervising me?"
Hearing the crunching of chips, even the usually expressionless Compiler's face darkened.
After all, who likes being busy working overtime while their boss leisurely supervises behind them?
"Of course not, just that the time hasn't come yet, and since I'm free, why not~"
The Observer giggled, then stood up from the tentacles and hopped behind the Compiler.
"But now that I suddenly realize how efficient you are, I can totally trust you to handle this task~"
"..."
The Compiler helplessly turned her head, staring at the Observer's mischievous smile.
Though she said nothing, the emotion in her golden eyes said it all.
"Don't worry, it's simple — just cooperate with the Arbitration Agency to destroy an upcoming singularity."
"This is a mission the mainframe values a lot. You better not~ mess~ it~ up~"
Seeing the meaningful look in the Compiler's eyes, the Observer smirked and lightly stroked the white hair on the Compiler's head, completely ignoring the increasingly murderous gaze aimed at her.
"You got chip crumbs in my hair. Such meaningless behavior seriously affects my work efficiency."
"Ah, sorry, I thought you weren't interested in this task~"
The Observer paused, then cheekily withdrew her hand and carefully licked each of her own pale fingers.
"So after you take on this task, what do you plan to do? Go look for 'him' again?"
The Compiler sighed, turning back to her work while asking.
"No no no, let the cute little ones from the Eagle Union handle him for now."
After carefully licking her fingers clean, the Observer placed the bag of chips on the table in front of the Compiler and gave a charming smirk.
"I'm heading to the SN experiment field. There's a lot of commotion there, so a high-level unit needs to be there in person~"
Suddenly the Observer's playful smile faded, and she stared seriously at the Compiler.
"Oh right, I need to remind you — the Tester's AL-01-3 experiment has reached the final stage. The mainframe highly values the full data of this experiment, so don't let anything go wrong."
"You pamper him and his ships so much, but in front of the extinction fleet, neither I nor the Tester can guarantee that."
The Compiler said this without even looking up.
Since the Observer was about to slip away to the SN experiment field, this probably wasn't a huge problem.
"Hehehe, I knew you'd say that~"
Seeing the Compiler's cold demeanor, the Observer's inscrutable charming smile reappeared.
"Although there's a high chance this experiment will be interfered with, no matter what, you must remind the Tester that even if the entire AL experiment field is destroyed, the AL-01-3 sub-experiment must have all its data recorded and faithfully transmitted to the mainframe."
"This experiment's results will influence Antyx's entire operation strategy in this other world, and 'she' will personally handle the data."
Hearing this, the Compiler finally stopped typing and looked up at the Observer.
"You mean…"
"Shh~ Don't say 'her' name, or even I can't guarantee that our communication won't be monitored by the mainframe."
The Compiler's words were cut off by the Observer, but that didn't stop her from understanding who the 'her' was.
The highest authority of the Antyx mainframe.
Zero, also known as: The Dreamweaver.
"Is this experiment really that important? Even she will personally handle it. And you actually choose to entrust it fully to the Tester, that's rare."
"And you said even if he interferes, sabotages, or even abandons the entire AL experiment field, the AL-01-3 experiment record must be uploaded intact to the mainframe. Are you serious?"
The Compiler, rare for her, spoke two full sentences in a row.
Because she knew the content of AL-01-3, she was surprised at how much the Dreamweaver cared about this sub-experiment's outcome.
In her opinion, AL-01-2 and AL-01-1 were the most important parts of the AL experiment field, yet the Observer said all of those could be abandoned.
That showed just how crucial AL-01-3 was to the Dreamweaver.
"You don't have to think too much about it. Just relay what I say to the Tester completely~ Oh, one more thing."
"Is it never-ending?"
Hearing the Observer's nonstop topics and increasing tasks, the Compiler's tone carried clear dissatisfaction, and a hint of impatience showed on her cute face.
"Heheh~ One more thing — I want to tell you not to put too much pressure on yourself.
Eat more tasty food to relieve stress~ This bag of chips is my gift to you. I've put a lot more in the warehouse. Feel free to take them whenever you want~"
After saying this with a big grin, the Observer quietly left the base's core processing room.
"A weasel paying respects to a chicken…"
Watching the Observer's departing back, the Compiler muttered softly.
But she still looked at the bag of Orlan United States potato chips left by the Observer.
Brown plastic packaging, flashy commercial pictures on the outside, and inside high-calorie junk food with little nutrition.
The Compiler carefully took out two chips, sniffed them lightly, and placed them in her mouth.
For a moment, a long-lost flavor spread through her taste system.
"When was the last time I ate chips…"
A vision flashed in the Compiler's mind — a man in a white coat wearing glasses, always busy monitoring experimental equipment like a father figure.
"Whatever, since the chips are a gift from the Observer, not eating them would be a waste."
Throwing that deep memory aside, the Compiler once again seriously threw herself into data processing work.
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