A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 38

◎ I still want to bet that he loves me. ◎

When I walked out of Mr. Harris's room, I stared at the reduced replica of the Astel mech in my hand, feeling a bit shocked. 

I vaguely described Ash's current situation to Mr. Harris, omitting the experience of being humiliated in the prisoner of war camp, and simply telling him that Bu Huaiyuan seems to have a serious stress reaction to operating mechs now. 

"I only asked him a question, and he seemed very resistant."  Lin Qingshu was driven out again, and I worriedly asked Mr. Harris, "But I haven't had a chance to find out what happened, so I'm a little worried about him. . ." 

"About Astil?"

Mr. Harris was a little surprised. I nodded, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "Astil was a gift I gave him. If he doesn't want to operate the mech. . ." 

Suddenly, Mr. Harris closed his eyes and opened them again. The golden sphere seemed to receive some kind of instruction and fluttered its wings, flying outside. I turned to watch its small figure disappear outside the door, and it quickly flew back. 

Two mechanical hands extended from under the sphere, hooking onto a mech model like a hanging basket. It was the reduced replica of Astil that I saw on the top shelf of the bookcase on the left wall when I entered the room. 

"Mr. Harris, what is this?"

He nodded imperceptibly and gestured with his eyes for me to take the ordinary alpha-sized model handed to me by the mechanical sphere. The mech model was heavy in my hand, and it looked valuable at first glance, so I had to hold it carefully with both hands. After I had taken the model, Mr. Harris began to explain, "This is not just an ordinary model, it is a test version that I left behind when I was designing a mech for Huaiyuan. It can simulate the entire structure of Astil from the inside out." 

"So amazing?" I lowered my head and carefully examined the model, feeling that every corner and component was made very finely and realistically, almost no different from the mechs I saw through the glass window at the base. Turning the mech over, I found a pin-sized hole in the chest. 

"Insert the switch made of meteorite crystal gold into it, and you can activate this model. The internal structure of the mech and the cockpit will be projected through the eyes."  Mr. Harris explained to me and handed me a slender stick with two circular rings embedded at the top, which were fastened together. 

"Do you want to try it?" He smiled and said. 

I cautiously inserted the small stick, and the mech seemed to come alive instantly. The crystal blue light flickered on its body, and in almost the next second, a large space with interlaced data streams was unfolded. After a few more seconds, those data streams twisted, merged, and separated, and the view finally became completely clear. 

I had never seen the cockpit of Astil, but I had encountered civilian mechs before. Their cockpits were usually small and could only accommodate one person. The internal vehicles were also relatively simple and plain, emphasizing practicality over aesthetics. 

But Astil was completely different. Although the pilot's seat was of standard size, perhaps because the mech itself was extremely tall, the entire cockpit was spacious and well-lit with a blue hue, full of an inorganic sense of technology. 

This projection may have used some technology that I was not familiar with, generating a dedicated field-like space. I could walk into it and touch all the furnishings and control panels inside the cockpit. . . as if I had really entered Astil.