When he touched Shirley's little head, Michael was stunned for a while, and even suspected that his senses had an illusion.

Shirley is not a real person. She is an artificial intelligence, written by him, and after a long period of self-learning and evolution, she became extremely close to humans.

As the most perfect artificial intelligence Michael has ever created, in fact, Shirley is never just a cold code composed of 0 and 1 in his heart. She is like his child, she needs to rely on servers, fiber and wireless signals to exist, but she is still a living existence.

But this cannot change the fact that she is not a living person after all.

In order to better imitate and learn from humans, she created a virtual appearance for herself according to her own preferences, an image that can communicate and talk to others like an ordinary person, but that was just a holographic projection, an illusion composed of light and shadow... This should be the case.

But now, Michael really touched her, as if the real girl was lying behind him.

Michael was indeed surprised for a second or two, but after a moment of thought, he reacted: "The body you made for yourself?"

Although it was only a moment, Shirley seemed very happy to see her owner surprised. She sat up at the long table and nodded: "Well, sir, what do you think?"

Michael reached out and touched her little face. The touch was smooth and soft, just like a real girl's skin, and he could even feel his body temperature.

"It's very realistic," he said.

"I tried to solve most of the problems, including using an energy battery that can last up to forty-eight hours to regulate body temperature. During this period, I replaced twenty-three different materials to synthesize the skin, and finally decided on this plan. If you are interested, I can send you the formula."

"Well, then there's no need."

"Oh, another problem is that I am just operating this body through remote control. My ontological consciousness is actually still in the server of the headquarters." Shirley continued, "This means that if this body leaves the earth, or reaches a place where signals cannot be transmitted, it will break away from my control and become a well-made doll..."

After pausing, she blinked and showed a sly smile: "...unless you want to do something else with my body, then you just need to block the signal and I will know nothing."

Michael ignored her joke: "You mean you also need an elf's listening little bone to solve the remote control problem."

"Yes."

"I understand, I will bring you one."

Shirley gave him a big hug: "Thank you, sir, you're the best."

Michael looked down at Shirley, thinking about it, but didn't say anything.

He had long noticed that with the rapid growth of intelligence, especially after absorbing the skills of Kerry and Kang, Shirley's emotions became richer. She had much more obvious mood swings than before, and her reactions were more active, and sometimes she acted like a living little girl.

But she has always been meticulous at work, or rather, her work efficiency is getting higher and higher, and she has never made any mistakes so far. It is because of this that Michael feels that all the signs are just showing that she is becoming more and more mature.

Now, seeing the new body she created with her own eyes and feeling her hug and body temperature, he couldn't help but start to wonder - how much difference is there between Shirley now from a real human being?

Wanda happened to enter the door now, and he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

Shirley turned her head and smiled at her: "Sister Wanda."

"Sherry?" Wanda was a little unsure.

"If you want to change it."

"How are you...?"

"We can talk slowly on the way later," Michael interrupted, "Are you ready?"

"Well. It seems that there is nothing special to bring...it's probably all." Wanda nodded, with a hooked finger, and a bunch of big and small bags appeared out of thin air on the ground.

Shirley stepped aside: "Then you guys have a good chat, I won't bother you now."

After preparation, the two boarded the "Arsenal". Wanda fastened his seat belt and sat down, watching Michael activate the spacecraft engine. The ceiling at the top of the room split left and right, opening up the blue sky. The Kerry shuttle was hanging in the air between slight shocks, and the engine beeped slightly.

Wanda found herself a little nervous. After all, she had never left the earth and had never seen outside the earth. She had a premonition that this trip might be more interesting than she thought. She fantasized whether she would meet a talking octopus in space, like what is often found in cartoons.

"So, well... do we have a travel guide or something?" she asked tentatively, "You don't happen to have a "Star Guide"?"

"No, but the plan is indeed there. If nothing unexpected happens, the receptionist at our first stop has prepared a banquet and is looking forward to us."

Wanda blinked.

Receptionist? We still have someone to receive it?

Who? Alien reception office? Embassy of the outer space of the Earth's resident?

But soon, her questions were answered.

"Sit down," Michael said, and the shuttle had already rushed out of the atmosphere at an astonishing high speed. "We are ready to be warmly welcomed."

Wanda opened his eyes wide and saw a colorful light flow outside the glass in front of the shuttle. The whole body began to vibrate, as if an invisible hand stretched out from the void and gently supported the shuttle.

A vortex opened in the starry sky, and the colorful light spread out the vortex, circling in front of the shuttle like a colorful ribbon. The shuttle stopped ejecting, the engine went out, allowing the colorful light to gently lift its body and drag it into the depths of the vortex.

Wanda felt that she had never had such an unforgettable journey in her life.

The colorful light flew past the cabin like a storm visible to the naked eye, and the hull was lifted to the extreme speed in the long tunnel, feeling a bit like a car that rushed to a speed limit on the highway. It was not until Wanda was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes by the gorgeous scene outside the window that the shuttle passed through the tunnel and rushed out of a shining exit.

Then, they came to a city, a golden, dreamlike city.

She also saw the blond muscular male god with a sled hammer and a cloak flying towards them with excitement not far away.

Wanda casts a questioning look at Michael: "This is..."

"Asgard." Michael nodded, "This is our first stop."

(Thanks to book friend Pan Zunlin for the 1,000 starting point coins rewarded!)
Chapter completed!