{Happy birthday, mother!}
{Happy birthday, grandmother!}
That was the first thing that greeted her the next morning when she woke up.
Listening to Andrea, Ace and the other siblings wishing her a happy birthday, Diamond was beaming with happiness.
Her eyes were crinkling and the corner of her lips turned upwards, feeling too thrilled.
"Thank you, kids!" she responded enthusiastically, feeling grateful to have these AI families accompanying her every day.
{We wish you many more years to come.}
"Hehehe, and I shall live many more years to come. Otherwise, won’t you be lonely without me?" she said happily, as she climbed down the bed, her tone a bit teasing.
She wasn’t planning on dying or going anywhere. She planned to live for a very long time. In fact, with her level of cultivation, she was someone who could live over one hundred and fifty years old already.
She just needed to make sure that the surrounding people would live as long as her. Otherwise, she would live a lonely life and that wouldn’t do her any good.
Diamond put on her slippers and started spreading the bed. As she was doing so, Andrea appeared once again.
{Mother, I and the kids have prepared a present for you. Do you want to see it?} Suddenly, Andrea said stunning Diamond, who wasn’t expecting to have any present from the group.
She stood frozen with the sheet in her hand, her mouth wide open in shock.
{Mother!} Andrea called out to her, seeing that she was momentarily frozen.
Upon hearing Andrea’s worried voice, Diamond jolted out of her thoughts and a smile blossomed on her face as she threw the sheet away before asking excitedly, "Darling. What kind of present do you have for me?" eagerness in her tone.
{Hehe, how about you get hold of your tablet? It’s easier to show you that way!}
Upon hearing that, Diamond grabbed her tablet which was on the bedside and sat on the bed, which wasn’t tidied up yet.
"Now tell me. What do you have for me?" she asked excitedly, holding the tablet.
Since she didn’t know what Andrea wanted to show her, she could only hold it until she saw what the present was.
{Just a moment,} Andrea said and Diamond nodded.
She didn’t lack time at all. It was still very early. So, she had all the time in the world.
However, she didn’t wait for long as, seconds later, an email popped on the screen.
Seeing it, she hurriedly clicked on it, eager to see what kind of wonderful things Andrea had gotten for her.
When she opened the email, Diamond felt like she was dreaming. She looked at the email repetitively, feeling as if she wasn’t seeing it right. Maybe her eyes were affected or something.
After checking repeatedly and yet the words remained the same, Diamond’s hand holding the tablet was trembling. She couldn’t help but ask, a tremor in her voice. "Dear, is this true?" her tone filled with disbelief.
If Andrea was human, he would be showing a satisfied smile on his face, feeling happy and proud to have made his mother react in that way. Unfortunately, he wasn’t. But as an intelligent AI, he knew a thing or two.
{Mother, consider this as my filial piety to you. You have treated me nicely, disregarding my species. I know that if I was given to someone else who wasn’t you. I would be exploited and wouldn’t be given such freedom and complete trust as you do.
You don’t treat me as just an intelligent species, but you treat me like your own child, a closest friend and the kind that you trust. For treating me like that and giving me a chance to feel at home like this, consider this as my birthday present for you.
I wish you many more years to come. No matter what happens in the future, Andrea will always be by your side. I will fight for you and make sure that no harm will befall you as long as I am here.}
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Suddenly Diamond found herself crying.
It’s been ages since she last shed tears and yet there she was crying, just because Andrea, the AI, rewarded to her in her early days of getting the system talked so much and touched her heart strongly.
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