Looking out of the window, Ratham saw a small earth mound in the backyard of his neighbor's house. His heart stirred.

  Millard Planet was vast and sparsely populated, with each family having a large plot of land. However, humans were social "animals," and not many people were willing to settle in places far from others.

  Ratham’s house was large, but it still had quite a few neighbors. He clearly remembered that just two days ago, his neighbor Uncle Arthur's old yellow dog had died and was buried in that small earth mound in the backyard.

  Driven by intense curiosity, Ratham quickly walked to the mound. He clasped his hands together, said a prayer, and checked to make sure no one was around. Then, he silently began chanting a spell.

  The incantations didn't need to be read aloud; as long as his mental energy was synchronized with the words, it would work. However, reality swiftly shattered his fantasy. He had already been standing at the mound for half an hour, and despite reciting every spell he knew, the body of the old yellow dog beneath the earth showed no signs of movement.

  "Little Ratham, thank you," came a hoarse voice from behind him.

  Ratham shivered and turned around. He saw old Arthur had silently approached him, gently patting his shoulder and saying, "I didn't expect you to have such affection for old yellow. On its behalf, thank you."

  "Ah... um, it’s nothing!" Ratham stammered.

  "Sigh, old yellow accompanied me for over a hundred years. If not for the failed life extension surgery, it wouldn't have died."

  Ratham couldn't help but smile awkwardly and said, "Yes, please accept my condolences."

  Old Arthur sighed deeply, gave Ratham's shoulder another affectionate pat, and walked away without saying another word.

  Excited at first, but now disappointed, Ratham returned to his room, suddenly recalling something. When had old Arthur come up behind him? If he remembered correctly, Arthur had appeared suddenly. Such things wouldn't be strange if it happened a few days ago, but today, Ratham’s mental powers had surpassed the sixth level, and yet he hadn't heard Arthur approach.

  Could it be that old Arthur was a hidden expert? But looking at his frail, aged appearance, that seemed unlikely.

  Forget it, Ratham thought. He grabbed his sensor, disappointed with the spells, but still a bit reluctant to give up. Had he possibly recited the wrong words?

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  "Chit-chit, crackle-crackle..."

  A series of incomprehensible words—ones he didn't even understand himself—came from his mouth, as his mental energy pulsed in sync with the chant.

  That's right… Ratham was absolutely sure that he hadn’t made a mistake with a single word. Yet still, no body appeared in front of him. Suddenly, it dawned on him, and he shook his head in frustration. He hadn’t even directed the spell at any corpse, so how could there have been any miracle?

  However, the next moment, Ratham’s smile froze on his face. He glanced at the sensor in his hand, and a strange feeling washed over him. In his mind, he sensed an unusual fluctuation—a mental entity that seemed to be born from his own consciousness but entirely independent. This mysterious mental entity gave him a unique sensation, like it was intricately connected to him in an inseparable bond.

  The energy waves were coming from the sensor in his hand. His eyes widened as he realized something. The chant he had just muttered had been directed at the sensor.

  What was going on? He stared at the sensor, suddenly struck by a peculiar feeling. It seemed as though this device had become his personal possession, something he could control at will. He even felt like he could make it... explode.

  Quietly, Ratham sat down, his mind swirling with a strange sensation. Could it be that the chant couldn’t summon a corpse, but could instead summon an electronic consciousness?

  After a moment’s hesitation, Ratham put on the sensor. The next instant, he found himself in his private space again.

  What should he do now? He thought, then ordered, "Write an observation report about the ancient relics found on Millard Planet."

  "Tap-tap... tap-tap-tap..."

  Bright points flashed on the screen, and in no time, a flawless observation report appeared.

  "My god..." Ratham could no longer hold back his astonishment. "Does it really have intelligence?"

  Although human technology was highly advanced, no one had yet developed a supercomputer that could replace human existence.

  The best computers, the most advanced self-operating systems, still couldn't replace the human brain.

  But what was going on now? Ratham knew clearly that the sensor in his hand was an outdated model and didn’t have any advanced writing functions. The only explanation was that the sensor had evolved on its own.

  He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the mysterious entity in his mind. He could clearly sense its presence, but frustratingly, he could only sense it and not communicate with it in any way.

  He gave a few random commands, and his private space immediately transformed. Ratham was now completely certain: this was the consciousness formed by the sensor.

  "Beep beep..." A red light beside his desk lit up, followed by a buzzing sound.

  Ratham immediately exited the sensor. He knew he had to go to school.

  He walked out the door, got into his hover car, and set it to auto-pilot. The car flew off with a whoosh.

  Inside the planet, when traveling by hover car, people usually allowed the planet's network computer to control the vehicle. With its supercomputing powers, accidents rarely happened unless someone intentionally interfered. Moreover, the car was equipped with the safest protective measures, so even if an accident occurred, it wouldn’t endanger their lives.

  Thus, most people chose auto-pilot when getting into their hover cars.

  It was half an hour to get to school, and if it were any other day, Ratham would either relax or watch a short video. But today, he had a lot to think about...