"Number 11, final adjustment completed, restarting now."
Soon, Number 11 opened her eyes, dressed in ordinary clothes and displaying a human-like sparkle in her eyes. After briefly adjusting to the movement of her limbs, she saluted Gu Tao.
"Number 11 adjustment complete, ready to enter execution mode."
Gu Tao walked up, suddenly poked Number 11's waist with his finger. She instinctively shrank to the side, her expression changed for a moment, and her eyes turned towards Gu Tao, her reactions all consistent with those of a normal human. They were even more realistic than most real humans, making it hard to believe that she was merely a laboratory creation.
"Very good."
Gu Tao, satisfied, walked around her twice: "Have you remembered your identity?"
"Smuggler, hometown in Colombia, father killed by drug dealers, mother died from illness during smuggling to the United States, 19 years old, volunteering for the latest social research program."
"Proceed."
"Yes!"
