Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1283 - 488: Storm

Ma Wei’an’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, as if he wanted to argue about something, but soon his shoulders slumped down. "Maybe. I really don’t know what honor is. Forget it, anyway, don’t underestimate me. I’ll do my job well. You have to understand, you’re talking to one of the top hundred programmers in the work fleet. You should show me some respect too."

Ahmed: "You..."

Ma Wei’an turned his face away and stopped speaking, just remembering a family story.

Others thought the Shenxun Ma family was powerful and influential, but as a core family descendant like him, he was instilled from birth with the idea that he existed for the "net."

The meaning of his life was to be a nanny for the "net," a tool.

The universe bestowed such talent upon the Ma family, so they must be good tools, or else they waste their talent.

Once on the fleet, this indoctrination not only didn’t weaken, but it was further enhanced.

Ma Wei’an once had a deep-rooted self-definition of a "tool," completely convinced, but as time went on and he performed increasingly well, and was continually promoted to higher positions, he instead began to question this responsibility.

He often wondered.

As a separate individual, as a person, what is the meaning of being alive.

He once asked his father, Ma Xiaoyun.

He asked his father whether in his eyes he was the son or a useful programming machine.

Ma Xiaoyun didn’t answer him, but just slapped him.

Since then, Ma Wei’an started to slack off, becoming careless, but even when he was obviously lazing, he was stronger than most people.

When faced with work, even if he often got distracted, he could still complete it very well.

This made him particularly distressed, clearly he was self-destructing, yet his instincts wouldn’t listen.

His mind rejected it, but subconsciously seemed to enjoy it.

This damned talent...

You never asked me if I wanted it, yet made me into this kind of person.

So Ma Wei’an came to the work fleet, but behaved just like before. He only came to find a reason to die.

But on the Falcon, his surroundings changed slightly.

It was that there were no more people who praised him no matter what he did because of his talent, only Ahmed, who was blunt and rude due to his attitude.

Ma Wei’an was always reprimanded for irritating Ahmed, but he enjoyed it.

At least it made him feel less like a tool, more like a person.

Tools don’t have the right to be scolded.

Seeing his stubborn and wily demeanor again, Ahmed took two deep breaths, sat down again, and after calming himself slightly, said: "Forget it, since you were able to pass the selection, it at least proves your level is no problem. Even if your work attitude is lacking, your ability should be enough to make up for this flaw. So I won’t argue with you. Please return to your post immediately, don’t treat the task as a joke."

"Alright alright, I’m listening to you. Who said you are my Captain." Ma Wei’an shrugged, sat back at his console, lazily raised his right hand, and manipulated the console with one hand.

Ma Wei’an’s eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly sleepy, but the movements of his hands weren’t slow, like a butterfly among flowers.

At the same time, a large amount of code information quickly emerged on the display instrument in front of him, indicating that his brainwave link had also entered high-frequency mobilization.

Such a scene made Ahmed, who was about to reprimand Ma Wei’an again to perk up, stop himself mid-sentence, and eventually closed his mouth.

Now, the crew members on the Falcon have been together for a year, though occasionally there are conflicts, they all understand each other’s abilities.

Ma Wei’an operates information equipment differently from ordinary technicians.

Technicians on other work fleets mostly can only operate according to the technical specifications provided by the Institute of Artificial Intelligence, they can’t and dare not modify it at will, or else it’s prone to errors.

Ma Wei’an was originally one of the people involved in formulating the technical specifications, plus his inherently free-spirited nature, he always liked to add some personal touches after completing the standard operations according to the specifications.

Initially, Ahmed was extremely averse to this, but after a whole year, Ma Wei’an’s actions hadn’t brought any adverse effects. Instead, he continuously used low-power information flow scans to observe background information flow radiation, discovered abnormal clues, and quickly applied for computational power assistance from the "net," accurately predicting twice the chaos gravitational fields caused by small-scale Dark Energy mass collisions, providing warnings for other nearby work fleets.