Just like that, Qin Shizhong bustled about below while Zhang Deming continued to 'knead' the ball of light. Wang Qian watched quietly from behind him. In the large square below, everyone sat on the ground, none daring to make a rash move.
After a long while, the ball of light began to flicker and stretched out, re-forming into a blurry human figure. It was only a silhouette, with no specific face or features.
"Canon Generation One greets its Creator. What are your instructions?" Yinn Yindi's clear, crisp voice emerged along with the figure.
Zhang Deming said, "Change your voice. Use a genderless, mechanical tone."
"Affirmative, Creator. Voice settings updated." The blurry figure—the Canon—had already implemented the change by the time it replied.
Zhang Deming looked at the Canon and began to run a series of tests. After a long while, he nodded in satisfaction. He was quite pleased with this 'pseudo-intelligence'.
'But why call it pseudo-intelligence?'
