The few T-Dolls had thought that Renault would need to do some preparations or something like that to transfer the T-Doll's neural cloud were surprised to see that Renault had simply placed the neural core in the middle of an unknown device and then turned around to do something else on his own.
"This? That's it?"
Watching Renault start fiddling with the printing device next to him, WA2000, who had just sent Springfield into the repair pod, was also dumbfounded.
Why did it seem like a joke?
"Just wait. If she doesn't get stuck herself, it won't take more than a quarter of an hour to finish."
The damaged neural core was not a comfortable place for a T-Doll's mind, and as long as it wasn't stupid, it would definitely take the initiative to accept the data migration and go to the new neural core to take up residence.
Although it sounds like setting a trap for rabbits, it really is that way.
Who let Renault take out the neural core, which, at a glance, was better than those T-Dolls originally equipped with a large section?
As long as you have eyes, you can see that it's three circles better; this still needs to be considered?
"Getting stuck yourself? What does that mean?"
"Literally, there was a guy before who, dead or alive, wasn't willing to come out of their own neural core, and in the end, someone else had to pull her over."
Naturally, it wasn't someone else, but Executioner. But that woman never talks about her first time, and of course, she also didn't have the heart to bring up this matter.
Every day, hanging out with Simonov and them, drinking a little wine, isn't it more pleasant?
What Renault was currently tinkering with was a new body, using a normal power core.
He wasn't going to install that kind of engine into a T-Doll body until the stability test of the new engine on AR15 was over.
It just so happened that this time the commission from Universal Anything was to go to a heavily polluted area, and it would be just right to use it to test the stability of that Miniature Cold Fusion Engine in a heavily polluted environment filled with Collapse Particle.
"Eh... can it still be like this?"
Why does it seem that it's pretty unbelievable?
Something like T-Doll neural cloud transfer... That said, WA2000 never heard of any neural cloud migration technology before, right? The neural cloud map on G&K is nothing more than just backing up data...
Regarding this, counting Springfield, who was already lying in the repair pod, the few T-Dolls who stayed in the workroom were a bit unconvinced. After all, this kind of thing was only something they had heard a few words about in MDR's post and it's a little unbelievable.
However, just ten minutes later, there was no need for them to be unconvinced, as Renault directly connected the neural core that had successfully migrated data to a computer device.
"Salary! What about my paycheck if the mission fails!?!!"
A T-Doll lying on the ground rolling around all over the place came directly into the crowd's eyes, and the ensuing screams instead startled a few of the T-Dolls.
"Eh? M3? Is that you?" Hearing this voice, WA2000 took two steps forward somewhat incredulously and asked as she came up to the screen.
However, M3 on the screen acted as if she didn't even see her, minding her own business and rolling around while crying, mourning in her heart the possibility of her paycheck being docked.
Although they were initially skeptical that Renault could really transfer the T-Doll's mental data, seeing M3's behavior made them believe it a little more. After all, M3 usually didn't have a big hobby, but she was very concerned about her salary.
After all, M3 was not a high-level T-Doll, and her salary from Griffin was the lowest among all T-Dolls. Because she was an ordinary low-level T-Doll, field missions rarely came to her.
Without assignments, there were naturally no assignment subsidies, so she could only earn some pocket money by doing odd jobs at the headquarters.
Coupled with the fact that the prices within Griffin were not very cheap, M3's little salary was simply not enough to spend on anything.
Just going to the cafe to eat some dessert or going to the restaurant to eat something good would almost use it all her money.
"Can she not hear us now? She can't seem to see us either?" QSB-91 plopped down on the heel of the screen and looked up and down with some curiosity before turning back toward Renault.
"Of course she can't see, that's just a monitor. If it wasn't for the speakers on top of that thing, you wouldn't even be able to hear her. If you want to talk to her, you can connect the microphone and the camera over there yourself. You can do that, can't you?"
"Oh! I'll do it!" Hearing Renault say that, QSB-91 immediately picked up the connecting cables, microphone, and camera from the desktop next to her, and skillfully began to connect these external devices to the monitor.
"Buzzsaw, I can't imagine that you still know how to do this? This kind of antique is already decades-old equipment, right?" MG42 looked at the skillful QSB-91, also called Buzzsaw, and said with some surprise.
"Hehehe! The store where I used to work part-time used this kind of antique equipment, and it broke down every three days, but it was all fixed by me! Okay! Try it!"
Connecting the data cable in three clicks, Buzzsaw directly placed the microphone on the desktop in front of a few people, and the camera was also placed aside, just enough to capture the WA2000 and a few people in front of the monitor.
"Hey, M3, payday!" Seeing M3 who was still rolling around, WA2000 directly raised her voice and shouted.
"Eeeeee! What! Payday! WA2000! Is there any share for me?" Suddenly hearing WA2000's shout, M3, who was still in a state of mourning, scurried up as if she had touched an electric fence.
However, as soon as she stood up, she immediately recalled her own previous battlefield shrapnel piercing her neural core, "Well, really, I can't imagine that after the death of the T-Doll, it would actually go to heaven? But what exactly is this place? Why is there a blank slate everywhere? It's so blinding."
"What's dead or not! Look here! You still owe me two months' salary! Pay up!"
"Yikes! Wow! Is it hard to believe that you're dead too? I can't imagine a T-Doll would look like this after death."
"I'm fine! Don't curse me, okay! Look this way! This way!" WA2000, annoyed by M3's words cursing her, immediately slapped the table. However, once she remembered this was Renault's workroom, the palm that she still wanted to slap was hurriedly and gently put down.
"WA2000! Why are you guys out here! What kind of place is this! Why am I here!?"
Following the direction from which the voice came, M3 in the mind space then realized the group of T-Dolls standing in front of the camera, and hurriedly swooped over to inquire towards them.
Watching a few T-Dolls begin to ask M3 about the status of the mind transfer, Renault naturally didn't stop. In addition to M3, there were still eight other T-Dolls waiting to be transferred here, and there would also be Ourobouros and Alchemist shortly.
Transferring the neural dats of ten or so T-Dolls would take at least three to four hours.