Charlene arrived at the base and immediately dove headfirst into her work.
Perfecting human versus machine combat required a solid foundation of data.
On her second day at the base, another round of human vs. machine trials was scheduled.
That evening, Charlene found herself heading to the mess hall later than usual.
By the time she arrived, most of the crowd had already cleared out.
After grabbing her dinner, she was about to sit down when she noticed York, who had also just finished getting his meal.
York paused, flashing a friendly smile as he approached her. "When'd you get in?"
"Yesterday," Charlene replied, then asked, "Just finished training?"
"Yeah, it's been pretty intense this year."
The future of aerial combat wasn't just about humans anymore; it was a sophisticated dance between humans and machines.
Their training had evolved significantly over the past few years to reflect this shift.
Charlene asked, "Does it feel overwhelming?"
With AI's formidable computational and analytical prowess, it could quickly spot an opponent's weaknesses and devise precise strategies, its speed and accuracy were beyond human reach.
Even for a seasoned and perceptive pilot like York, the pressure was undeniable.
York chuckled, saying, "It's tough, but it pushes us pilots to keep improving."
With AI capable of simulating complex battle environments and scenarios, pilots experienced more realistic and comprehensive training, fostering their growth.
Charlene nodded, "Sounds exhausting."
"Well, you researchers are working just as hard as we are," York remarked, noticing her graceful yet brisk pace as she ate. "Heading back to work after this?"
"Yeah," Charlene replied. Kenton Wagner had given her a hefty workload, keeping her on her toes.
As soon as she finished speaking, her communicator buzzed. It was a message from Kenton, summoning her back to the research department immediately.
Charlene put down her fork and stood up quickly, "I've got to run. Enjoy your dinner."
Vesta was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing her arrive, Kendal grinned and waved her over, "Charlene! Come sit down."
Thorne glanced up at her, but only briefly, before turning his attention back to his coffee.
Charlene sat down next to Kendal, greeting him, "Hey, Kendal."
Kendal gave her a once-over, frowning slightly, "You've lost weight again."
The erratic meals and hectic schedule at the base had indeed led her to drop a couple of pounds.
Before she could respond, Thorne deftly rinsed a porcelain cup with hot water and poured her a fresh cup of coffee, placing it in front of her.
Charlene didn't say a word, instead tapping the coffee table lightly as a gesture of thanks.
Kendal continued, "Got some fresh salmon in the other day. How do you want it cooked, Charlene? I'll have the chef whip it up for you."
Charlene took a sip of her coffee, savoring its warmth, just as Thorne chimed in, "What, no offer for me? Playing favorites, are we?"

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The readers' comments on the novel: Unknown Divorce Revelation Beyond Time (Charlene and Thorne)
Well cockroaches it seems you've reached your final destination at which your nasty colony will be destroyed! Way to go Stewart!!!...
Now ı want to know how Thorne will stay silent with her daughter there and people talking bad about her mother....
Oh god! It's getting super boring and dragging. Lost all the interest now. A warning to new readers, avoid reading this....
761 chapters and they still couldn't divorce...
Is the universe against the divorce now?...
It is now mind numbing excruciating and irritating in the Chinese version where Thorne is ambiguous and now openly again intimate with Vesta, she leans and mutters sweetly holding his arm! And her clan are viciously demeaning Charlene while Thorne is within hearing distance. There is no justice no reparations for Charlene. Utter disheartening this novel is now...
Thorne must have bashed his head somewhere....
Chapters 480 and on are repeat from previous chapters. What's up with that? Time to stop reading this novel....
Thanks for the update. Keep them coming please!...
Any hope for Vesta being brain-dead?...