Collapse: Black Moonlight Turns White, Popular Four-Star Character

One year, Black Tower Space Station.

In the warehouse, the cold white light illuminated each collection, all of which were rare items from all over the world. By the wall, a centrifuge was spinning slowly, and the dull "dong-dong" sound broke the silence.

A box floats inside a transparent cylinder.

"Black Tower, what is this?" Screw Gum asked, looking at the box.

The girl wearing a beret decorated with purple lilies had a fluctuating expression. "I'm working with the company. This is just one of the gifts they gave me."

"Oh?"

"Could it be a rare item that has been collected here by the 83rd seat of the Genius Club?" Screw Gum stroked his chin. The hidden unknown things always aroused people's curiosity, but it was unable to detect what was in the box.

"It has something to do with you, Screwgum."

"Remember the Second Imperial War?"

Heita raised his eyes, the Milky Way outside the porthole reflected in his pupils, as if the tragic history still remained.

"You mean this is a relic of the Second Emperor's War, a broken inorganic life form?" Screwgum's metal fingertips paused. The object in the box had neither life fluctuations nor frequencies emerging, as if it were a dead object.

"Using the thinking method of the Master of Knowledge as a prototype, Rupert II created a massive cluster of inorganic bionic neurons—the scepter."

"But don't overthink it. This is just a miniature neuron simulated by the company using discarded inorganic parts from the First Imperial War. It's made into a human body. Its purpose is to find an answer."

Black Tower removed the transparent cylinder, patted the box, and raised his eyebrows. "Although it is of no value to me——"

"Haha, what's the answer?" asked Screw Gum.

“What is the first cause of truth?”

"That is indeed an ancient proposition."

Screw Gumu lost interest and waited for Black Tower to open the box and take a few glances.

The box was opened, revealing a cold mechanical body curled up - yet beautiful to the point of being eerie.

Her dark purple hair hung down, her pupils were bottomless, showing an out-of-focus dark blue, her skin was white and almost transparent, without pores or blemishes, as if it was made of the most sophisticated ceramic and bionic materials.

"What's its name?" ScrewGum squatted down and held the robot's hand lovingly.

"I haven't thought of one yet. Why don't you think of one?"

Heita crossed her arms, she knew Screwgum would be interested.

"The sorrows of the past have passed. Now is the era of peaceful coexistence of inorganic and organic things."

"I would like to give it the name of Friedrich Harper."

Just like waiting for the birth of a child, Screw Gum devoutly placed the hand against his forehead, blessing its birth, expecting its future, and accepting everything about it.

Similarly, I feel worried and sad about witnessing the despicable side of the world.

"How does it wake up?"

"It has no heart, it's just a string of data."

"It will wake up—because it has not yet unlocked the First Cause of Truth."

“The truth is too cold and cruel. If he could understand the warmth of the human heart, he wouldn’t be lonely.”

"It can't understand—because it's not programmed for it, and even if it were, it wouldn't be truly human."

The two geniuses whispered, trying to wake up Friedrich Harper, but all they got in response was silence, no matter what was placed in that empty chest.

Over time, the Black Tower has been forgotten except for Screw Gum.

ScrewGum used other items to exchange with the Black Tower, took Friedrich away, and returned to his hometown - Screw Star.

In the quiet room, ScrewGum dressed Friedrich in nice clothes and took care of his hair.

In the first year, ScrewGum simulated human neurons in addition to the neurons of the "First Cause of Truth", programmed "simulated human emotions", and implanted them into Friedrich's program.

Part of the injection failed: Unable to inject "tears"

The following year, ScrewGum wrote "human-like movements" and implanted them into Friedrich's program.

Part of the injection failed: Unable to inject "crying"

In the third year, Screw-Gum set Friedrich's character. It wanted its child to be gentlemanly, polite, gentle, and strong.

In the fourth year, ScrewGum implanted a lot of knowledge into Friedrich's program, including one-seventh of his own knowledge, which was the limit that neurons could accommodate.

The little screws eagerly awaited the birth of the "Prince" and prayed at Friedrich's feet.

For who knows how many years, Screw Gumu has written a program into his cold mind - when you are hurt by the truth, please cry like a real person.

Just when everything was about to be completed, ScrewGum discovered that something that frightened it was quietly emerging in its neurons, with vague signs of revival. It took Friedrich to find the Black Tower, because it could not interfere, otherwise the entire Screw Star would be in danger.

Halfway through the transport, Friedrich disappeared.

Black Tower and Screw Gumu used their connections to search for him.

Also looking for it are other people who have learned part of the information and are ready to take action.

A planet.

On a gray rainy day, the street was shrouded in a light mist. A couple walked across the street, their figures looking particularly warm in the rain.

Walk into a shop and they are picking out the latest "Al" people.

The woman with dark purple hair touched her bulging belly and smiled at her husband. They were scholars, full of anticipation for a new life, but also well aware of the academic mission they shouldered.

They know very well that once the child is born, they may not be able to be with the child all the time and provide meticulous care.

So they came to this store that specializes in selling robots, hoping to find a robot that can operate 24 hours a day and provide assistance to children at any time.

This shop has a great reputation, no negative reviews, and their machinery is non-aggressive.

In the store, various robots are arranged neatly. Some of them look like humans, while others have unique shapes, demonstrating the advanced technology of this planet.

"Well, how about that?" the woman pointed at a robot huddled in a glass counter.

The boy had dark purple hair and his eyes were closed. His long and narrow eyelashes were like crescent moons, casting two shadows on his cheeks. A small screw necklace hung around his neck.

A brand new instruction card is posted on the inner wall of the counter - the latest model A158, the all-round parenting iteration.

Emotional threshold: stable.

Battery life: 24 hours (charging for half an hour).

"You have good taste. This is the latest generation model. They are proficient in everything and their knowledge is close to that of a graduate student. They are the perfect choice to help you take care of your children."

"And its skin is made of the latest material, as soft as a human's," the clerk introduced enthusiastically, pulling the glass wheel axis to open the counter.

The woman stretched out her fingertips and grasped the boy's hand.

As if sensing a small heartbeat, the boy's eyelashes trembled, and there were vague signs of recovery. The moment the woman let go, he held the woman's hand again.

"This is it—A158. It looks a lot like my hair." The woman chuckled and lowered her eyes. "Besides, its hands aren't cold at all..."

"The little one in my belly was making a few noises. Veritas will like that."

"I like this big brother."

The husband chuckled a few times, "Then let's give him a name, as a member of our family."

"Let's call him Seratos Latio."

"Meaning: A warrior who is both a soldier and a scholar, an archivist who seals the truth."