LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 67: Chapter 67: You Are the Most Experienced!
Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
"Ah, I wonder when the commander will be back. Ugh! There's still a smell of diesel lingering!"
Simonov, holding a steel wire ball, squatted by the water pipe, diligently scrubbing the mess tin that had just been used. Unfortunately, after scrubbing it several times, there was still a strong smell of diesel in the pot.
"How about trying some gasoline? Then light a fire to burn off the diesel inside?" Sitting bored on the ground, Vector suggested as she watched Simonov scrubbing repeatedly.
"Hmm? Oh! That sounds like a good idea! I'll just..."
"No playing with fire! Have you forgotten the lesson from earlier?"
Without waiting for Simonov to respond, the G36 squad, who had just finished cleaning up the kitchen, walked over. Upon hearing Vector and Simonov's conversation, they quickly intervened.
Next to them was a textile factory, and starting a fire for cooking here was already a dangerous act. And these two wanted to use gasoline to start a fire here again?
Absolutely not!
"Uh, alright, but I just can't seem to clean it completely. It still smells..." Simonov lamented.
"Just scrub it a few more times. P38 has gone to the nearby factory area to borrow some laundry detergent. A few scrubs with laundry detergent should do the trick," G36 reassured.
"Huh, can this thing still be used?" Simonov asked.
"It'll be fine once it's cleaned!" G36 confidently affirmed, completely unaware of a figure standing behind her.
Ignoring this, Simonov looked away, giving no indication to G36.
"Anyway... Hey? Ah, Jaeger! Put me down! I can walk by myself!" G36, who was being carried by Jaeger as if she were a pet, struggled futilely with her short legs, but she couldn't reach Jaeger's arms, so she let herself be carried.
Carrying G36, Jaeger looked around but didn't see the other chopstick. Feeling a bit reluctant, she carried G36 back to the factory building.
Once Jaeger left, Vector popped out from behind the mess tin, sighed, and said, "I never thought I'd be treated like a pet one day. I'm just so useless."
Vector slumped to the ground, feeling despondent.
"No wonder you came out from there to help me scrub the pot. But if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have found this fire hydrant. I was actually planning to go to the faucet half a street away for water," Simonov comforted Vector while fetching water.
"This is nothing. These factories are all products of half a century ago. Having fire hydrants is normal. Only those buildings constructed after the war are like they're built on a whim, and they might not even have a sewer system," Vector explained.
"Well... since dolls don't need sewers?" Simonov pondered.
"Yeah... you have a point..."
As the two sighed in resignation, P38 returned from the neighboring factory with a large bag.
"Hey! Simonov! I brought back the laundry detergent!"
P38 waved her hand, ran a few steps, and put the bag of laundry detergent on the ground, rolling up her sleeves as if she were ready to help.
"Oh, I didn't expect you to find any. But isn't that area full of dolls? How did they have laundry detergent?"
In Simonov's understanding, in factories where dolls were used as workers, they should be worn out until they were scrapped so there was no possibility of then needing laundry detergent for themselves.
"If you wash it clean, it'll be fine!" G36 said confidently. She rubbed her belly subconsciously.
It had been almost an hour since the commander left in the car. They didn't know when they would have dinner. If the commander couldn't bring back food, they would probably have to eat military rations again today.
"Cooking?! What are they making? Can we go over and get some?"
Simonov immediately perked up at the mention of cooking, tossing the steel wire ball back into the pot. As soon as P38 spoke, she hurried back as if to fetch her own lunch box.
"Hey hey, Simonov, don't compete with ordinary autonomous dolls for food! They only get one meal a day, while we have plenty to eat here!" Seeing Simonov's eager expression, P38 said helplessly.
"Alright, since you said so."
Of course, Simonov was just talking. The treatment of autonomous dolls like them was definitely not on the same leve as the others.
They might not even receive wages, and some unscrupulous employers might even dismantle various bionic modules of autonomous dolls.
Treating dolls as mere machines for use, though it might sound inappropriate, was how most people thought of them.
Even though such behavior was abhorrent for dolls.
With the help of laundry detergent, Simonov managed to clean the big pot after a few scrubs. Together with P38 and Vector, they returned to the factory building and waited patiently for Renault to return.
Although the bionic system had begun to remind them to eat, they didn't rush to take out their rations to fill their stomachs. Instead, they patiently waited for the dinner promised by their commander.
After all...
Could the rations they bought compare to the dinner their commander brought back? Probably not.
However, just as the group of dolls waited patiently in the factory building, chaos erupted in the neighboring textile factory.
"Ah!"
"Ah---!"
Shrill screams rang out in the textile factory's workshop, and the autonomous humanoids inside the factory ran out one after another.
Dolls holding scissors, spatulas, and various tools were everywhere. Dozens of them crowded at the factory door, panic evident on their faces. This sight piqued the curiosity of the tactical humanoids who walked over.
"What's going on?"
M1 Garand and M1911 exchanged glances, feeling puzzled as they approached the autonomous dolls.
"Uh... another autonomous doll suddenly malfunctioned over here!"
"Another one?"
M1 Garand and M1911 exchanged glances, a thought flashing through their minds. They looked back at Simonov, who was standing at the entrance of their factory.
"Simonov, go check it out. See if someone has activated the EMP device again!"
"Huh!? No! Wait! Why is it me again! Can't someone else go!?"
"No no no! You're the most experienced in this matter! We'll tie a rope around your waist! If something goes wrong, we'll pull you back immediately!"
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