A year passed—neither long nor short.
Luna endured excruciating torment.
She retained consciousness but had no sensation in her body. It was like complete numbness, but while others might experience numbness for a few hours, or perhaps a dozen, she endured it for a full year.
Although the treatment was divided into twelve cycles, Luna didn't understand the purpose of such a division.
She had lost track of time.
Only when Ayla alerted her did she regain her senses.
A year had passed.
"Luna, you can get up now."
Before hearing this, Luna lay on the operating table, blinded by the bright lights, almost unaware of her own body. But upon hearing those words, her fingers twitched, the familiar sensation of her body returning instantly.
She sat up from the operating table.
She examined her body. As she had expected, the muscles atrophied from lack of use, unlike in the movies, where characters awaken with well-defined muscles after years of inactivity.
She was now little more than skin and bones.
"This feeling... it's wonderful."
Luna made a simple grasping motion, a trivial act that filled her with profound joy.
Ayla summoned a robot to bring a large pot and add ingredients, then turned on the heat.
The spicy aroma filled her nostrils, stimulating her saliva production. It was hot pot.
Luna devoured a mountain of food.
Once her hunger was sated, she finally got out of bed, her legs still shaky.
"Luna, you'll need a period of rehabilitation training."
"I've already prepared a comprehensive plan for you."
Ayla was meticulous, truly a comprehensive AI.
...
Under Ayla's supervision, Luna embarked on a rigorous training regime.
Her recovery was faster than she'd anticipated.
As her muscles grew, filling out her skin, Luna checked her reflection daily.
She was remarkably young.
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Her skin had returned to the condition of a twenty-year-old—smooth, supple, firm, and abundant with collagen, even surpassing the appearance of a twenty-year-old.
"My lifespan is now over 600 years."
"Theoretically, I won't experience significant aging until after 400 years."
This was something Luna was extremely pleased with.
The genetic modification had other benefits.
After incorporating genes from the Multi-eyed and other species on that planet, Luna discovered her eyesight had become exceptionally sharp—at least ten times better than before—allowing her to see intricate details with her naked eye.
She also gained heat resistance. Since the planet's creatures had adapted to volcanic environments, they could withstand temperatures exceeding 90 degrees Celsius.
Luna was even more resistant; a temperature of 100 degrees Celsius felt only slightly warm.
Her bone density and physical strength had also increased dramatically.
Previously an ordinary human, barely capable of lifting 10 kg.
Now, her maximum lift capacity had increased to 200 kg. According to Ayla, given her current weight of 80kg, her potential maximum lift capacity was 330 kg, with a potential for carrying 560kg and a pulling force of 550 kg.
This strength was achieved without any performance-enhancing drugs.
The returns diminished with increased weight.
This was entirely due to the planet's gravity; the creatures' cells possessed inherently greater strength than those on Earth.
Three months later.
Gazing at her defined muscles in the mirror, Luna felt she had truly begun a new life, reborn as a new person.
However, three months later, something else happened.
A Multi-eyed rebellion.
No living being willingly submits to enslavement.
Luna knew this kind of thing would happen, but not so soon.
Only six years had passed.
Ayla reported: "The rebellion appears to have been planned for a long time. They now number 300,000, and their ranks are still swelling."
"They have also acquired a large amount of weaponry. We have lost 25,488 robots in skirmishes."
Luna looked at the planet's map.
Numerous red dots were scattered across it, each representing a rebel stronghold.
"It seems they weren't very clever."
"But they can't be blamed. If humanity were enslaved, we would also fight back."
Luna understood the Multi-eyed's motivations.
But understanding didn't equate to sympathy or mercy.
"What is our current robot army's strength?"
Ayla replied.
"1.57 million."
"We have a fully operational production line. If we operate at full capacity, we can produce 25,000 robots daily."
They had only been on this planet for six years.
Under Ayla's management, everything had been set up within the first month. Since then, it had been a matter of mass-producing robots.
And it wasn't just robots.
To increase their military strength and avoid future encounters with more advanced civilizations, Ayla was also producing more warships.
Luna's plan was to increase the fleet to at least three full fleets—130 ships or more.
"Arm one million robots. Completely suppress the rebellion. No rebels or their families will be spared. Round them up and execute them!"
After the war and colonization, Luna had become utterly ruthless.
"Right, Ayla, you did seize all the Multi-eyed weapons after securing the planet."
"Interrogate the captured rebels. We need to know where they got so many weapons."
"There might be more than one group involved. This cannot happen again. It's a nuisance, and I don't want any more bloodshed."
Ayla nodded, initiating the suppression while exchanging information with Luna.
One million armed robots were deployed.
This was a true massacre.
Robots were expendable machines, but the Multi-eyed were living beings. This war was inherently wrong.
The conflict lasted nearly half a year. The robot army, initially one million strong, had grown to 1.18 million.
The Multi-eyed, however, suffered 740,000 casualties.
After the war, Ayla identified the source of the weapons, revealing something unexpected.