"Dr. Andre, please allow me to tell you once again that ALC-111 is an immature drug. Please use it with caution." Andre took off his radiation protection glasses and smiled arrogantly: "Dear Angela, you must know that I am your master, and you should obey my orders." The phantom projected by Angela disappeared in the laboratory, and her voice came from the speaker: "Dr. Andre, I am the most advanced intelligent brain. You should understand that my suggestions have been calculated and simulated countless times. If you insist on injecting ALC into the experimental subject A-3102, the ending will be very bad." Andre disagreed: "No matter how bad it is, it can't be compared to the world in which I exist. Angela, thank you for your kindness." Andre looked down impatiently at the tiger cubs born from A-3102. "Oh, he's so ugly."