My Players Ascend Through Machinery

Player A: I love this storyline. Pretending to be an AI and messing with the natives is just too much fun! Player B: Build a giant radish! Build a giant radish! Our only ultimate goal is to build a giant radish! Player C: Fine, fine, the wetware I raised today got mistreated by an NPC again. I want to see blood flow like a river! Player D: Hey, come on, I only spent a little while playing around on the Empire’s network. Was that really worth issuing a wanted notice over? And calling me a virus? That’s just a baseless accusation! Mo De, who transmigrated into a crashed spaceship, never imagined that the players he had downloaded locally to boost his computing power would evolve so quickly. And it seems they even started worshipping him as a mechanical god?