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After arriving at the base, Maggie immediately dove into her work.

The improvement of the human–machine combat needed data support.

The second day after Maggie arrived at the base, they scheduled another human–machine combat trial.

That night, she arrived at the cafeteria very late. By the time she got there, the cafeteria was nearly empty.

She got her meal and was about to sit down when she saw Jimmy, who had also just picked up his food.

Jimmy paused, smiled, and walked over to her. “When did you arrive?”

“Yesterday,” Maggie replied, then asked, “Just finished training?”

“Yeah, the training this year is more intense,” Jimmy said.

In the future, air combat would no longer be just about human–to–human confrontation but rather a contest

between humans and machines.

As a result, the way pilots trained and fought had changed significantly compared to previous years.

Maggie asked, “Is there a lot of pressure?”

Al possessed powerful computing and data analysis capabilities, enabling it to quickly identify weaknesses in opponents and devise corresponding tactical strategies. Its reaction speed and accuracy were beyond human imagination.

Even for an experienced and highly perceptive pilot, facing AI in combat would surely create pressure.

Jimmy smiled lightly and said, “There is pressure, but it’s also pushing us pilots to improve constantly.”

Because AI technology could simulate a variety of complex battle environments and combat situations, the pilots had also grown through more realistic and comprehensive training.

Maggie said, “You’ve worked hard.”

“Our researchers work just as hard as we do,” Jimmy said. Then, noticing her elegant eating manner, he asked, “You’ll have to get back to work after this, right?”

“Yes,” Maggie said, “The tasks assigned by Nolan are quite heavy, so I’m busy.” Just as she finished speaking, her communicator rang

It was a message from Nolan, instructing her to head back to the R&D department immediately.

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She set down her chopsticks and stood up. “I have to go You eat slowly.” noveldrama

Jimmy nodded. “Alright.”

This time, when Maggie left the base, it was around 10 a.m. on Sunday.

When she arrived home and opened her phone, she noticed that both Isabella and Old Yves had tried calling her.

She only returned Old Yves’s call. He had complained that she was ungrateful, saying that if he didn’t contact her, she wouldn’t come to visit him.

Maggie felt guilty, so after changing into a different outfit, she grabbed her car keys and headed out.

When she drove into the Yves family’s old residence, she saw that Franklin’s car was also parked in the yard.

Maggie looked away and just as she stepped out of the car, Isabella, hearing the car, rushed out from the house and threw herself into her arms. “Mom!”

Maggie hadn’t seen her in nearly a month. She gently rubbed her hair and asked, “When did you arrive?”

Isabella, who missed her greatly after such a long time, grabbed her hand and said happily, “Just now!”

Still holding onto her hand tightly, she led Maggie inside. As they entered the house, Maggie saw Franklin and Old Yves sitting on the sofa, sipping gongfu tea.

She didn’t see Julia anywhere. When she walked in, Old Yves smiled and waved at her. “Maggie, you’re here! Come, sit down.”

Franklin also looked at her, but after just a glance, he turned his gaze away.

Maggie sat next to Old Yves and greeted him, “Grandfather Yves.”

Old Yves smiled and looked her over. “You’ve lost weight again.”

Since she often had irregular meals at the base and was extremely busy, she had indeed lost two or three pounds. recently.

Before she could respond, she saw Franklin skillfully using boiling water to rinse a porcelain cup. He then poured her a cup of gongfu tea and placed it in front of her.

Maggie said nothing, her fingers lightly tapping on the tea table in silent acknowledgment of his gesture.

Old Yves continued, “A few days ago, someone sent me two fine yellow lip fish. Maggie, how would you like to have them cooked? I’ll have someone prepare it for you.”

Maggie picked up her tea cup and took a small sip. The clear and refreshing tea slid down her throat, and just as she was about to speak, she heard Franklin’s voice.

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