[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-the-cleanup-crew":3,"chapter-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-907":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm the Cleanup Crew!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2286743,4472,"Chapter 907: 505 Stimulation and Computation","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-907",907,"\u003Cp>What?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Li Ang’s idea, Philia’s originally precise and fluid soul suddenly experienced an extreme, bizarre stutter, like pouring a pile of sand into a tightly meshed gear assembly—stalling, nearly grinding to a halt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What do you mean… a cute girl like me would cry for a long time if punched? I’ve been so polite to you, I’m very cute, and I’ve always shown respect—why would you hit me with your fist?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is his motive for doing this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What purpose lies behind this statement?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where is the logic here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What response should I give?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How should humans react?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the instant when Princess Philia was frozen, utterly unable to respond, over twenty-three city blocks away, inside an underground structure buried deep beneath a lake, a deafening roar erupted—as if ten thousand horses had simultaneously slammed their hooves down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has Atifi-01 started calculating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing the abnormal operation of Unit 1, the humans in the underground facility—who had been performing their assigned duties—immediately grew alert, halting their work and surging toward the main control console like an ant flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the massive glass wall of the main hall, the colossal machine, entirely encased in strange gel and submerged in lake water, was spinning at an terrifyingly rapid pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the machine—averaging over fifteen meters in height and covering an area nearly equal to two soccer fields—countless metal linkages, as thin as hairs, rapidly pushed forward according to their sixteen precisely machined grooves, like pounding garlic, driving hundreds of billions of tiny gears into furious rotation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those gearlets, no larger than grains of rice, paused imperceptibly to the naked eye every sixty-fourth of a second; at those precise moments, the sliding channels adjacent to them briefly parted, touching the dot-matrix grid behind them to leave behind rows of pinprick dots finer than a needle’s tip…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell is going on?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching nearly one-twentieth of the machine’s area activated, the hurriedly arrived scholars immediately clustered around the main console, launching furious accusations at the fifty-odd operators, all of whom looked utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop it! Do you know how much energy is consumed per second in this state?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who authorized Atifi-01’s calculation access? Damn it, the storage wheels and dot-matrix are draining too fast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak up! What the hell are you bastards even doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quiet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Picking up a chair knocked over beside him, the middle-aged man—whose temples were streaked with gray, and whose collar bore the embroidered half-face of a mechanical clock—struck the metal instrument panel twice with force, drowning out the scholars’ outcry with the thunderous noise, then roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up! Listen to me first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No one applied for Atifi’s calculation today! The computation currently running was initiated by Atifi itself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initiated by Atifi itself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the shift supervisor’s explanation, the scholars exchanged glances—but instead of falling silent, they erupted into even louder chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible! With Atifi’s processing power, even recording every scale on every fish in this lake wouldn’t strain it this much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! Last time we calculated travel data for 1.3 million people, the activation level was only one-third of this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it be that ‘Determine the Fundamental Elements of the World’ project again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That can’t be—it was already halted after sixty calculations, right? We were told full computation was impossible under current conditions!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Striking the metal instrument panel again to silence the scholars, the gray-haired supervisor frowned tightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Atifi’s own calculation—we can’t stop it. Go back to your own work. Don’t crowd the main control room! Get out! All scholars below Level Three—get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After shouting at them and driving away some of the scholars, the supervisor returned to the console and posed a question to Atifi-01, determined to find out what it was calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several seconds of delay, the machine behind the glass wall slowed its motion slightly; then, from the brass voice tubes on either side of the console, came a synthesized voice—clearly that of a human female around thirteen or fourteen years old—formed from rapid tapping sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Query: What motive drives a psychologically healthy male human to unprovokedly attack a cute, young female, and attempt to calculate the precise duration of her crying?”???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of absurd question is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Atifi-01’s eerily lifelike simulation of confusion, the remaining scholars at the console exchanged bewildered glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unprovokedly attacking a cute young girl… then wondering how long she’d cry… isn’t that the behavior of a monster? Are you sure this thing is psychologically healthy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I might know the reason…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the scholars—average age over forty—were collectively stunned by Atifi-01’s question, a young female scholar in her twenties, standing in the corner of the main hall, hesitantly raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think this might also be a form of affection…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the gaze of the senior scholars, the young woman—wearing the lowest-level scholar badge on her chest—blushed and spoke shyly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sister gave birth last year. When I saw the baby’s rosy little face, I couldn’t help but sneak a little pinch… I think it might be because of this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A form of affection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the young scholar’s guess, the other scholars in the main hall recalled their own experiences—and suddenly, expressions of dawning understanding spread across their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, they had all done similar things: when seeing an especially adorable child, they’d always felt a strange urge to tease or playfully torment them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the scholars’ nods of agreement, Atifi finally ceased its frantic computation. The colossal machine behind the glass wall fell silent once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, twenty-three blocks away, Princess Philia—who had been standing frozen by the roadside for a long time—tilted her porcelain-powdered face upward, wrinkled her nose at Li Ang, and smiled faintly, slightly embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your affection, but I would kindly ask you not to do this again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was going to hit you—and you’re thanking me? With a shy look?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Philia’s soul, after a brief period of chaos, gradually regain its original mechanical precision and lose all trace of “humanity,” Li Ang frowned—and confirmed his suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The royal family of the Kingdom of Kolok truly was under complete control. That machine named Atifi-01 might have found a way to use the anomaly to influence the souls of the royal members.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought this, Li Ang looked at Princess Philia with pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a wonderful child—sweet, cute, well-mannered—and yet enslaved by the anomaly. He definitely had to help her. But how?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling how, after his deliberate provocation, Philia’s soul had briefly lost its mechanical rigidity and begun to waver like a normal human’s, Li Ang’s eyes flickered with sudden insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She must be provoked! She must be provoked severely!\u003C\u002Fp>",1113,"2026-06-20T03:18:35.371Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6f05c2e2cd07bc901144c722c121c36ac75aeb43c733d783a384e7de3ad4d567","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-908","i-m-the-cleanup-crew-chapter-906",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-the-cleanup-crew-cover.jpg"]