Chapter 474 - 445 Zhu Ya City

Tanzania.

The massive explosion at the Mkuju River deposit did not hinder the Atlas Group from mining.

The first batch of workers, who had undergone brain-computer interface modifications and internal training, lay in the access pods, remotely controlling the "Tanzania" engineering robots walking in the radiation zone.

The explosion had completely altered the surface land, exposing parts of the shallow underground deposits.

Normally, such an explosion would fill the mining environment with radioactive dust and geological changes would increase the miners’ risks, but now these risks were almost nonexistent to the workers due to the deployment of the Tanzania engineering robots.

The only downside was that the radioactive dust was blowing with the wind, slightly increasing the radiation levels at settlements hundreds of kilometers away.

The related evacuation work had been ongoing for a long time.

Huff, huff...

A mass-produced robot watched a drilling excavator in operation, its hand connected to this huge machine by cables.

["Tanzania" engineering robot model one]

[Height: 2.1 meters]

[Weight: 225 kilograms]

[Maximum Payload: 32 kilograms]

[Features: Multifunctional arms, adaptive chassis (track and bipedal), advanced sensing systems, environmental monitoring]

The open-pit mining equipment was installed on the contaminated soil from nuclear explosions, high-purity ore was diverted into crushers for immediate refining, and contaminated soil was transported to waste recycling stations for coarse processing then sent to the SCFR’s waste recycling module.

The robots, like humans but with stiffer movements and greater strength, could fully utilize various electric vehicles. From a distance, they seemed no different from a human-powered mining site.

A few seconds later, the drill stopped, and an electric heavy truck also stopped nearby the drill’s power source.

Another robot of the same model descended, removed the power source from the huge cargo hold, and the two robots coordinated to complete the power switch, the drill started working again.

The electric heavy truck drove out of the mine, and the sky gradually cleared.

The road it traveled was a temporary road compacted with spider silk consolidant, its surface painted with asphalt. Solar panels and wind turbines already in use, as well as more under-construction clean energy generating equipment, could be seen on the empty spaces along the road.

The same electric vehicles moved systematically at the same interval, efficiently transporting ore, building materials, batteries, robots, and any other materials needed for construction.

In the air, drone after drone maintained surveillance and data connectivity, with robots also working on constructing communication towers and substations along the road.

The truck drove off the road and came to a massive construction site—

A running SCFR rumbled, and through the newly built bio-cable network, it continuously transmitted electric power to a factory not far away.

At the factory, located by the coast, soldiers wearing exoskeletons, as well as workers and managers who had just undergone brain-computer interface surgeries, rode electric transport vehicles quickly around the site...

Or rather, lived in this thriving city under construction.

Everywhere there were engineering robots and engineers, large machinery at the construction site kept running and buildings with various purposes rose from the ground.

The newly built port was filled with Wakandan patrol boats as well as large cargo ships hired by the Atlas Group, and even some relatively small medium-sized cargo ships covered in rust.

Onshore, flagpoles stood tall, the Atlas Group’s emblem flew high on the flag, with the African Union and other African nations’ flags standing beside it, declaring sovereignty.

This was the Atlas Group’s base in Africa—

Zhu Ya City, meaning the sun in the local language.

Many ship captains and sailors who came here for the first time were amazed, hardly able to close their mouths.

This place looked nothing like the primitive African bay it was just a few months ago.

Instead, it resembled an advanced city from decades, or even a century in the future...

It was almost like a dream.

Onshore, one could also see a newly built super-large shipyard; being open, one could see inside large mechanical arms and complex facilities, a group of engineers and robots seemed to shine in their eyes, pointing and discussing something in the air.

Bang.

Two leisurely robots walked along the coast, one of them seeming to examine itself.

[Lille: Simply put, your nervous system damage is severe, but your muscle mass, sensory system efficiency, and inherent neuronal efficiency are very high, which compensates for that part.]

[Lille: To ensure you don’t end up like other Cyberpunk psychotics and turn ordinary after falling ill, Little Octopus has been using special algorithms to compensate for your damaged neural functions.]

[Lille: But recently we suddenly found that your neurological symptoms seem to have improved...]

[V: Holy crap, Lille, that’s awesome!]

Indeed, that crazy robot looking at itself was V.

The robots were equipped with many advanced sensors; however, due to the technological gap, complex senses like smell were tough to achieve a lifelike effect.

But it was a bit freer than merely recording a "Super Dream."

[Lille: Are you listening to me?]

[V: I heard you, my neuropathy has improved... Wait, are you insulting me?]

[Lille: I’m actually insulting you now: blockhead!]

[Little Octopus: Bro, it is indeed the neuroregeneration triggered by "Super Dream"; these natural sceneries seem to put her nerves in a state unusual to ordinary people...]

The robot ran to the shore and looked at the water surface.

It was somewhat dirty, but there were magical seabirds.

The seabird tilted its head, and the robot tilted its head too.

Watching this scene, Lille suddenly had a strange idea:

It seemed that in "Cyberpunk 2077," there was a mysterious monk who often sold these "Super Dreams," said to facilitate meditation.

Could there really be something mystical?

Was V truly an Innate Immortal Cultivation Holy Body?

As they talked, the robot stood too close to the edge of the sea and suddenly lost its balance. V instinctively stabilized her body, but the construction robot was too heavy; she couldn’t adapt quickly enough to move as gracefully as if she were controlling her own body.

Little Octopus appeared in the robot’s field of view, its tentacles grabbing the robot’s limbs.

To onlookers, it appeared as though the robot had suddenly grasped the art of robotic gymnastics and mysteriously saved itself.

[V: You scared me there... nicely done.]

Little Octopus moved next to the robot’s shoulder, proudly raising its head, and V patted its head.

Lille shook his head—

He didn’t think it was a matter of mysticism, after all, the human body still had many unsolved mysteries.

Neural cells aren’t absolutely incapable of regeneration; there are some cases showing that in adults’ hippocampus, neural cells can regenerate to a certain extent, a process known as neurogenesis, still a very cutting-edge research area.

[Lille: Keep monitoring; I want to check on other areas.]

[Little Octopus: Alright bro, long-distance data transmission is ready.]

[Lille: Log off in one hour, don’t get addicted.]

[V: Alright.]

Lille looked towards the other end of the port—

The soldiers of the Atlas Group were boarding together, ready to sail to another place.

That place was the frontline of the conflict.

Somalia.