Chapter 571 The True Face of the Iron-Masked Man
Chapter 571 The True Face of the Iron-Masked Man
Then Jimmy listened to Alice continue telling fairy tales, but because he always inadvertently exposed Alice's fairy tales, Alice was always angry.
This made Jimmy a little curious. Can robots get angry too?
I took a deep breath and opened the next cabinet. Even though it was not the first time I saw it, I still couldn't get used to it.
"...So after passing that strange station, Alice arrived at an island full of desserts... Mr. Jimmy, do you really not need to rest?"
"Rest, rest...why?" Jimmy looked at Alice with some confusion.
"Isn't it because you feel uncomfortable? Teacher Jimmy, you always take several deep breaths before opening the cabinet. If you feel uncomfortable, then just take a good rest!"
"No, no I just think I need to prepare!"
Jimmy moved his eyes away from the cabinet. Alice beside him had worry in her eyes, and Jimmy also shook his head.
"Okay, keep going, there's still a lot of maintenance to be done!"
"Okay! Let me see, there are four status bars, so I have to click the yellow button!"
[Alice] has gradually become familiar with the operation of this, but she still likes to operate it while telling stories.
Maybe this will make her less nervous!
"... Alice was very excited when she arrived on the island, because she saw endless caramel macchiatos and a castle made of powdered sugar cookies... Alice was very happy!"
"Ha, ha, now she feels like a girl!" Jimmy curled the corners of his mouth. Those previous plots were all abstract. Weren't they too scary?
"Well, for humans, all high-calorie foods represent the feeling of a girl? It's a pity that the doctor didn't develop the ability for Alice to digest desserts, so Alice is not a girl!"
"No...it's definitely not like that!"
Jimmy sighed, not knowing how to describe it for a moment, "Well, after all, humans are inherently contradictory, so there's no need to be so depressed."
“Human culture is still hard to understand!”
[Alice] was a little depressed. Jimmy's safety did not make her feel better.
"After all, humans want to get all the benefits of whatever they do without having to endure any drawbacks. If they can't do that, they will maintain such a dream on the surface. Humans are very good at self-deception!"
"Self-deception? The doctor always says that!"
Alice thought for a moment. "For example, I mean for example... Alice has a terminal that looks like a girl, so Alice can call herself a girl?"
"Pfft, this can't even be considered self-deception!" Jimmy smiled. Although the body shown still had some flaws, and even the terminal looked a little scary to him, but... "Even if Alice only has these rows of "computing centers"... If you think you are a girl, then, then you are a girl. Since you think you are not a girl, then you don't have to care about this kind of imposed concept."
"Is that so? Then Alice is the girl!" Obviously, Jimmy's words made Alice very happy. She said excitedly, "...This is Warehouse No. 32. Done! All right! There are only 26 warehouses left!"
"It looks like the maintenance will be over before the story is finished!"
"If this is over, Mr. Jimmy, are you going to leave?"
[Alice] bit her lip and said unwillingly.
"That's the theory, but before I leave this time, I want to hear your story about Alice!"
Jimmy's words made Alice's eyes light up.
Neiter ran to the referendum hall of the city hall, panting. After seeing Michelangelo, the director of the Great Library, and the woman with long golden curly hair next to Michelangelo, Neiter's eyes lit up.
"Hey, is there anything I need to report?"
"Oh, it's Neiter. How's it going? Have you found the clue?" Michelangelo naturally knew what Neiter was going to do.
Neiter then narrated everything in detail, "Yes, we found the base of those people. It's in a yellow area, near the sulfur lake, and there's poisonous gas called hydrogen sulfide everywhere. We can't get in, and the doctor asked me to come and ask for support!"
"Poison gas!" This tricky situation was obviously beyond Michelangelo's expectations.
"That should be the volcano near the Alamein area. That is indeed what was recorded by the person who was wiped out. Little girl, your name is Neit, right?"
"Hmm?" Neite nodded.
The blonde woman flipped through the documents in the conference room and said, "Take this list and go find Commander Hussein of the Reserve Command. Also, take this list to Director Ptolemy of the Municipal Government's Equipment Department. They will find a way to help you."
"Thank you, Sister President!" After receiving the support, Neit took the list and ran out quickly.
"What a lively kid!" Shakespeare followed in and walked into the conference room. "...But, as the "leader" of this technological city, you don't plan to send out the most "trustworthy" robot troops, President Shelley?"
"Finally you're here, Shakespeare's new member!" President Shelley hugged his chest and looked at Shakespeare, "You're so leisurely, don't you worry about your crew members at all?"
Shakespeare just smiled and walked around the conference room. "As long as the police system of this city is trustworthy enough, there is no need to worry about anything!"
"...Tsk, tell me, what exactly do you want to get involved in?" Shelley was naturally accustomed to Shakespeare's character, so he could guess what she said.
"Well then... in that case, why not let me ask a question even though I know the answer? Madam President, you and Madam Director should have considered some tricky situations!" Shakespeare unconsciously put on a nonchalant smile on his face again, "Otherwise, why would you use the reserve [real humans] to arrest a group of kidnappers? Wasn't your highly successful campaign strategy 20 years ago to "use the technological advantages of artificial intelligence to carry out reforms, thereby protecting the safety of service providers and those being served in various high-risk occupations"? Putting aside the risks that these [real humans] will take - as reserve forces, they haven't participated in actual combat for many years. Why do you think that it is precisely by calling them that this kidnapping incident can be safely resolved?"
Shelley and Michelangelo were both silent for a while. Michelangelo sighed and said, "So you didn't join up with Detective Shangpoliang and the others, but followed me here. If you have any good ideas, please speak up."
"This is not a theater. We don't need your empty pretense and silliness."
"Hahaha, that's true, but if you want to speak frankly, then - it's better to hand the microphone to the most authoritative expert, don't you think?"
Shakespeare opened the door of the conference room, and a man wearing a white robe and cloak and an iron-gray mask walked in. His leather boots tapped the ground, making a slight sound.
“Wisdom is not about what no one has noticed before—it’s about extracting new ideas from things that everyone is familiar with that no one has ever considered.”
The Iron-Masked Man stretched out his left hand and placed it on his mask, and held a long sword in his right hand. It was the holy sword [Yulandel] that Bianca did not carry with her.
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