[ Loading system set of data recording progress and emission... ]
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Transmission complete.
[ Recording system deactivated. ]
[ To conserve energy: diluting emotions and capabilities to primal incentives. ]
PewPew shook his little round head after finally sending the information guidelines over.
The activity had drained him far more than expected.
Throughout the entire meeting, he had continuously maintained access to the system so he could record everything, making sure not to miss anything important for his master to review later on. At the same time, he had been transcribing and recording the public comment sections attached to the live broadcast feature that appeared along the left side of the system interface. Access to those functions had been granted to him beforehand, but the constant processing had consumed a dangerous amount of energy.
His emotional processing had already begun to dull because of it.
PewPew barely registered the outside world anymore.
Only when his master commanded him to display the attack mechanism implemented into his non-combat mode did PewPew respond, briefly revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.
Obediently, PewPew complied.
Still trapped in a semi-operational state, PewPew allowed himself to be passed around from person to person like some circus attraction. Normally, he would have disliked being held by strangers.
Had PewPew not exhausted himself earlier during the intense activity, he would never have tolerated remaining in other people's hands for so long.
But low energy made him docile.
His emotions had mellowed into something distant and instinctive.
Eventually, after enough handling, PewPew climbed back onto his owner's shoulders and activated power-saving mode.
His body slowly disappeared.
No, not disappeared.
Camouflaged.
The concealment became so perfect that it looked as though he had turned completely transparent, as if nothing had been there at all.
This mode allowed PewPew to preserve what little energy remained while slowly recovering the rest.
Several dozen minutes passed.
Then PewPew heard another command.
Not from his master this time, but from one of his master's family members, someone recognized by his internal system as a secondary authority.
A sub-master.
Quietly, PewPew complied once more.
His master had previously instructed him not to disable his invisibility while in the vehicle, so PewPew obeyed without question and remained hidden the entire time.
PewPew was truly reaching the end of his remaining energy reserves by then.
Fortunately, they had already arrived at their destination.
Lifted into his master's hands one final time, PewPew felt the emergency shutdown protocols fully activate.
His systems dimmed.
Unless something major threatened his master, PewPew would not awaken again.
Darkness followed.
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Then, moments later, PewPew opened his eyes.
He found himself resting inside a portable charging device.
After glancing around, he realized he was inside a luxurious room decorated with polished wood and soft ambient lighting.
His master was nowhere in sight.
Though still tired, the charging process had stabilized him enough to think clearly again.
PewPew lacked the energy required to send a direct notification to his master, but he was capable of searching nearby records.
Using the information he had previously gathered, PewPew identified the assistant known as Mimi.
A good assistant.
PewPew quietly got Mimi's attention, seeking information regarding his master's condition.
In response, Mimi softly informed him that his master was currently changing clothes and undergoing preparations.
Satisfied with the explanation and far too exhausted to continue thinking about it further, PewPew returned himself to the charging dock.
Then he quietly resumed charging.
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PewPew remained inside the charging dock for a while longer when he overheard someone hooting and yapping nearby.
As a system, one must always investigate unusual activity.
After several more bursts of hooting, talking, and loud exclaiming, PewPew slowly opened his lens-like eyes and searched around for the source of the noise.
After looking around, he discovered it was the good assistant speaking excitedly.
PewPew stared at her silently before following her gaze toward the entrance, realizing she was exclaiming at the arrival of several individuals entering the room.
After observing the situation for a brief moment, PewPew settled back into his portable charger and activated half-conscious mode, setting his systems to fully reactivate only upon detecting his master.
Lo and behold, only a few minutes later, PewPew rolled awake once more upon sensing his master walking behind his sub-master.
After spotting them, PewPew used a portion of his newly gathered energy to calculate the safety probability of every individual present within the area.
After processing the results, PewPew determined that his master would be safe.
All other individuals present would also remain safe, as they were capable of protecting themselves.
However, there was one individual.
Chubby turned toward Mimi, whose safety rating had fallen into the negatives, to the point that a serious incident involving her could potentially affect the others nearby.
Master has sub-master.
After a brief moment of thought, PewPew decided to prioritize keeping that human safe, since Master would not require immediate assistance.
As a result, Chubby quietly placed a temporary tracking device onto the person to ensure their safety throughout the banquet.
Satisfied with the calculations, PewPew prepared to return to standby mode when Assistant Mimi spoke again.
PewPew tilted his drowsy little head toward her.
The assistant appeared absolutely amazed by Master's appearance.
PewPew stared at her for a moment before feeling a small amount of envy toward her energetic state.
Afterward, PewPew returned to charging mode once more, disconnecting himself from the outside world.
Time passed peacefully.
PewPew managed to recover a decent amount of energy and had nearly reached thirty percent charge when a strange flash suddenly erupted nearby.
Even while disconnected from the world, PewPew could still sense changes within the atmosphere.
The vibrations in the air shifted violently.
PewPew immediately detected a disturbance descending from above toward the center of the room.
The center...
PewPew paused.
Isn't that where that regular individual was standing?
Oh no!
PewPew instantly jolted awake.
Without hesitation, he launched himself toward the regular individual, grabbing them by their clothing before violently flinging them out of danger.
The force sent the individual hurtling toward the wall.
Realizing the impact would seriously injure them, PewPew immediately dashed after them, catching them moments before collision.
Then, after ensuring they were stable, PewPew carefully placed them back onto the ground.
The individual PewPew had saved remained in a state of shock.
PewPew had no time to assess their psychological condition.
After ensuring they were stable on the ground, he immediately shifted into a defensive protocol.
First, a shield barrier activated around the regular individual, enclosing them within a protective field.
Only then did PewPew step forward.
He positioned himself in front of the barrier.
A fixed defensive mode engaged.
His body lowered into a compact, forward-leaning stance, resembling an angry Pomeranian designed for attack rather than fear.
Teeth fully deployed.
Razor-sharp interlocking teeth exposed and ready.
At the same time, his frame adopted a predator-ready cat stance, the kind used when pinning down prey before a strike.
Low center of gravity.
Shoulders forward.
Weight distributed for instant acceleration.
Every line of his body signaled controlled aggression and immediate response readiness.
The two behavioral models merged into a single system output: an aggressive, hyper-stable defensive posture designed for interception and protection.
This was the safety mechanism recently implemented by Angela Piao.
The state of hypervigilance did not end even after the intruder was identified as non-hostile.
Not a threat.
Not a foe.
A friend.
PewPew still maintained full defensive output.
Because PewPew understood something fundamental.
One wrong movement, one misaligned fragment of force, and the weak biological human present could be erased in the aftermath of colliding power systems if caught in the wrong position at the wrong time.
Fragile entity classification: flower-level durability.
Therefore, the barrier remained active.
PewPew continued scanning every direction with elevated threat awareness until all residual instability from the earlier disturbance fully dissipated.
Only once the environment stabilized completely did he begin to reduce alert thresholds.
No aftereffects detected.
No secondary threats confirmed.
Safe operational window established.
At that point, PewPew turned toward the regular human.
The individual had long since calmed down and was now looking directly at him with a faint teasing expression.
PewPew frowned.
Analysis returned no valid explanation for this behavior.
Post-trauma behavioral mismatch detected.
Instead of fear response, subject displayed increased curiosity and approach-oriented intent.
PewPew re-scanned her micro-expressions and posture.
Conclusion: likely intent to initiate physical contact (petting attempt predicted).
PewPew's expression flattened in visible disapproval.
He disabled the razor-sharp defensive teeth, disengaged combat posture, and returned to low-power configuration.
Without further interaction, he made his way back to the portable charging station.
Energy reserves insufficient to process human behavioral anomalies classified under "Mimi."