And then, in a curious tone, He suddenly spoke in Terra's language.
"Little girl, what do you want to do with it?"
"Do with it?"
Zumama tightly squeezed the nut: "I want to make it move."
"Is just moving enough?"
"Hmm, if it can move, will it be able to talk like you and be my friend?"
The little car had no intention of mocking her, its lights flashed in seriousness: "Indeed."
......
Looking back now, even Zumama felt that what she said then was naive and laughable.
To make a machine talk, merely moving is not enough.
It must come to life.
Giving life to dead objects, creating life from zero.
How lonely and difficult is this path? It's almost like touching the powers of gods.
But the system didn't mock her, instead gave her the initial opportunity and help, allowing her to grow rapidly, and unearth her potential, standing firm in the Otherworld.
Yet...
This road remains difficult, still seeking direction.
She has been in this world for ten years.
