Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267 Meeting Central Brain

Chapter 267 Meeting Central Brain

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“Tell them I’m not available. Let them wait.” Margaret didn’t even look up from her food. “They’re anxious, but I’m not.”

As the words left her mouth, the Holo-bracelet gave a soft, insistent pulse.

It was a message from Baar. “Defensive equipment arrive yet?”

At the sight of the familiar name on the screen, the frostiness in Margaret’s eyes thawed.

Her fingers tapped out a quick reply. “It has. When will you be done?”

His answer came swiftly, as if he’d been watching his screen. “Soon. Wait for me.”

A faint smile touched her lips. The bracelet was flicked off with a snap of her wrist.

Night fell. Clad in a silk nightgown, Margaret slipped into bed and closed her eyes.

Primo’s electronic voice surfaced in her mind, trembling audibly, its usual current buzzing with static.

“Host, are you really meeting Central Brain tomorrow? If it is the main system… what if it decides to erase us both?”

Margaret rolled onto her side, staring into the darkness above.

“If it wanted to erase us, we wouldn’t have made it this far. You said its data stream felt familiar. Be smart tomorrow-try to connect to its peripheral ports and get a read on it. Don’t wimp out on me.”

Primo sputtered, struggling for a moment before weakly managing a reply.

“Me? I’ll… I’ll do my best… But Host… what if it really is Vex?”

A heavy silence settled over the bedroom.

Margaret’s breathing evened out. In the dark, her fingers tightened unconsciously on the smooth silk

sheets.

“If it is… then we find a way to bring it back.”

Primo fell quiet. Its logic module nearly short-circuited. It utterly failed to conceive of any method, within the limits of physics, to “bring back” another system.

What, copy it onto some junky robot’s memory chip like Blanc?

The following morning, at the Imperial Academy of Sciences, Margaret followed Cheiron through the Academy’s internal corridors.

Massive sheets of radiation-resistant alloy formed the stark walls, offering no decoration. The air grew

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steadily colder as they ventured deeper, a sharp, metallic chill that seeped into the bone.

Dozens of heavy security doors later, they reached the final barrier: a colossal airlock.

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It slid open to reveal an elderly man in a worn, old-fashioned lab coat waiting for them. His hair was stark white, his face a map of deep wrinkles, but his eyes sparkled with keen intelligence.

Cheiron gave a respectful nod. “Uncle.”

The old man waved a cheerful hand, his gaze sweeping past Cheiron to land squarely on Margaret, appraising her without the slightest hesitation.

He spoke first, his tone warm and genial, “Your Grace, I’ve heard much about you. I’m Sion Jewett, the current director of the Academy of Sciences and the daily maintenance lead for this… well, this ancient relic.”

Margaret nodded in return, her posture poised and assured. “Mr. Sion Jewett, thank you for seeing me.”

Turning briskly on his heel, Sion led the way with a vigor that belied his years. “My pleasure, truly! To be honest, I’m delighted. Aside from myself and a handful of technicians, hardly anyone bothers to visit Central Brain. The royal family can’t be bothered to ask a single question about it. To them, it’s just a useful tool.”

They arrived at the corridor’s end—another immense circular door, this one engraved with dense serial codes and stark red warnings.

Sion stepped forward, placing his palm on the identification panel.

A triple-layered sequence of the Empire’s highest security protocols-retinal scan, palm print, and finally, a deep genetic match-succeeded one another.

With a low hydraulic hiss, the door glided apart.

A wave of frigid air rushed out, biting and sterile.

Margaret stepped inside, her footfalls halting the moment she crossed the threshold.

The size of the main chamber defied all ordinary sense of scale. The vaulted ceiling soared at least a hundred feet high, and the entire space was bathed in a cold, blue-white luminescence devoid of warmth.

At its center, rising from the floor to pierce the dome, stood an immense columnar structure. Its surface shimmered with countless pinpricks of flowing light, and the air hummed with the faint, low-frequency drone of immense processing power.

The cold was staggering,

Sion stood beside her, craning his neck to gaze up at the luminous pillar.

His voice held a mixture of technical pride and profound awe. “This is Central Brain’s physical core. It predates the Academy itself, having existed since the Empire’s foundation. As for its processing power… you might not believe it, but we’ve never managed to gauge its upper limit.”

Margaret said nothing.

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