"But speaking of which, if Nuwa's problem is pollution, then..."
Chu Bamboo looked up at the metal ceiling. 'Z must be having the same problem right now, right?'
"I'll find out after I make a trip to Mars!"
Shaking his head, Chu Bamboo's brow furrowed deeply. "There's one more thing I don't understand... Why didn't Nuwa tell me before that the pollution is Extraordinary Power, and that the key is emotion... Oh!"
It dawned on Chu Bamboo that Nuwa probably didn't know what she could or couldn't tell him. 'Or rather, the AI couldn't be sure! So it chose the most conservative approach... As for the Nuwa Mainframe narrating everything without a care, that's naturally because she's half-insane.'
Heck, even Chu Bamboo himself didn't know what he was allowed to know. The only way he could find out was through trial and error—sealing his own memories to pinpoint the exact information he was permitted to access.
"What a pain!" Chu Bamboo sighed. "So... what's the next step?"
