Not long after the cold mechanical sound echoed from the depths of the passage, a skinny figure slowly appeared from the corner at the end of the passage.
Even though the lights in the passage kept flickering, Wu Ming could still clearly see the appearance of the person coming - it was a robot.
Or to use a more accurate description, it should be: a simple robot skeleton like a skeleton.
The oval-shaped head made of shiny black unknown metal is connected to a silver-white metal spine. Blue and red wires are connected from the bottom of the skull and extend down along the spine. Further down, around the shoulders and clavicle of a normal person, is a beam bracket used to fix and connect the joints of his hands. The two ends of the beam connect his arms - it is a pair of two solid steel pipes. The 'arm' is combined with movable joints, and the palm is made of two solid metal balls, which looks extremely funny.
Continuing down the spine, his legs are as rudimentary as his hands.
Without any armor or shell packaging, this robot with thin arms and legs looks like a stick figure.
Wu Ming could tell at a glance that although the workmanship of this robot was very shoddy, it could definitely be regarded as black technology.
Because he didn't see the power source.
There is nothing similar to an energy core in this robot that is so simple that it can be seen at a glance.
And this kind of thing that can drive independently without energy is either an unreasonable and extraordinary product, or its energy system has reached a level beyond Wu Ming's normal imagination-it's not like he is carrying a wireless charger. Being able to continuously charge yourself means miniaturizing the energy source so that it can be stuffed into that oval skull.
Oh, he actually came out?
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, raised his vigilance to the highest level, and at the same time secretly strengthened the strength of the shield and mental filter: What? After peeping for so long, you finally couldn't sit still and ran out?
Organism, your provocation is meaningless. The robotic stickman's prosthetic eyes scanned with red light, seeming to quickly scan the two intruders, and then the speaker on his head emitted the cold, mechanical broadcast sound from before. I waited for the outsiders and No malicious intent.
Wu Ming turned sideways and pointed at the members of the Skeleton Team who had not yet been admitted into the containment space at his feet: "Watch these people and say what they just said again?" Then he pointed to the bullet holes in the narrow passage and these bullet holes. Do you call this without malicious intent?
I believe you! Dogs are much worse than robots.
The voice of the robot stickman remained unchanged, as if he did not feel the embarrassment of being exposed for telling lies: This is some extraordinary means to prevent you from going too deep into the energy tower without knowing it. Please excuse me.
so? Wu Ming conveniently threw the last few members of the Skeleton Team into the containment space.
I hope you can hand over the organism Meng Yiran that may have been captured by you, and stop illegal visits. The mechanical stickman patiently explained: The fire-passing ceremony is an important ceremony in Night City that takes place every ten years, and no one can interfere with it.
Wu Ming said with great interest: Oh? Did you also know that I caught a rare Pokémon? Although this thing was done on the street, it wasn't so big that everyone knew about it, right?
hehe. He let out two dry laughs without any emotion. Although he couldn't understand what the other party meant by "rare Pokémon", he could still understand the hidden meaning of the other party's words based on the current context. The entire Night City was confused. It's my eyes.
Half a month ago, you were brought back to Night City by an organism codenamed Agou, and entered the lower city through the south gate. Since then, the two of you have been living in a shack owned by Agou.
Soon, the robot stickman eloquently reported their itinerary after arriving in Night City.
Male organism. As he said this, he raised his finger and pointed at Wu Ming: Codename Nona rarely goes out on weekdays.
He spends part of his time sitting at Agou's house, reading various books. He also possesses a substance-generating method that is suspected of alchemy. He can refine loess into various ingredients for daily consumption. In half a month, he went out seven times in total.
You did a good job in intelligence work?
I looked at him and saw that he was someone who also likes to put surveillance cameras everywhere.
A look of approval flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, and what concerned him most was how the other party knew that he could refine matter.
He has only used this method quietly a few times in Ah Gou and Ah Cha's homes. Unless this stickman is so crazy that surveillance cameras are installed in the homes of residents in Night City, then theoretically the only person who might know this little secret is Lina, and maybe Agou and Acha who might know
However, while he was thinking about this, the robot stickman had already continued talking.
Seven times, he accompanied the female organism codenamed Elizabeth in the lower city, factory area, and greenhouse area of Night City, performing meaningless singing activities, and even organized worker gatherings many times.
Wait a moment! At this time, Wu Ming suddenly interrupted him loudly: How dare you say that the street concert I organized is meaningless?
Lacking a clear purpose, it only incited the workers' emotions through songs, but did not guide their emotions correctly. Instead, it was left alone and allowed to calm down on its own, which was a waste. The red light flashing in the eyes of the robot stickman is indeed a meaningless behavior.
When Wu Ming heard this, he suddenly became furious: Fart! You are questioning my ability as an idol producer!
The mechanical stickman's eyes turned white, and he rolled his eyes at Wu Ming. The latter even saw the meaning of "too lazy to argue" from his demeanor, and then continued: The female organism, codenamed Elizabeth, has strange abilities. The charm of the song can instantly resolve the vigilance and hostility of the organism. The nature of the song is similar to that of the sirens of the old world. It has the effect of confusing people and has extremely strong melee combat ability.
After coming to Night City, he went out many times and was active in many locations outside the uptown area and in the wasteland outside the city. Through the strange charm of unknown origin, he dispelled the vigilance of other organisms, diluted their personal will, and transformed them into obedience. slaves, extremely dangerous
Wu Ming almost broke out in a cold sweat when he heard that. He subconsciously nudged Elizabeth next to him with his elbow: Tell the truth, what do you do when you go out every day? Why are you still brainwashing me? If Lao Zhao finds out about this, he will definitely punish you by kneeling on the washboard when you go back!
Elizabeth felt aggrieved: Brother, I don’t have it. I’m just a little hungry after walking.
And then you just say something different and wash other people's brains?
Although Wu Ming knew very well that Elizabeth would not do anything to brainwash others, he was afraid that there would be some kind of aura of wisdom.
No, I just found a few nice people to talk to and had a few meals.
The two of them just said something to each other, and they started to desert in front of the enemy so blatantly.
Fortunately, the robot standing in front of them did not have a corresponding emotional logic circuit, otherwise he would have been so angry at the actions of these two that he would vomit oil. .
You are a great threat to Night City, and logically you should be eradicated. Just as the two of them were whispering, the voice of the mechanical stickman came over again, as long as you are willing to hand over Meng Yiran. Once you leave the energy tower, I will let your actions go by the wayside.
What if I don't want to?
As if just to make him angry, Wu Ming insisted on teasing him like this.
Well, just see this for yourself
The mechanical stickman's eyes flashed and he cast a beam of light, which reflected an image on the ground.
This is Wu Ming looking at the projected image. His expression finally changed a little. Are you threatening me with them?
It's quite tiring to tell the story.
Ah Cha finished telling the story on the radio program, turned off the radio equipment and turned off the broadcast, leaning on the somewhat unstable back of the chair and stretching.
Eight-hour work system and weekends Agou also sighed, and couldn't help but think of the opinions he heard from Wu Ming during this period. It sounded like a science fiction story.
science fiction story,
It was a vocabulary he heard from his parents when he was a child. In his already vague memory, he vaguely remembered that his father often told him some stories. He still remembers the specific content of the stories, most of which were about technology. In a very developed era, people have been freed from heavy labor and have begun to expand their horizons to a wider world.
The brave pioneers who set off to the universe, wandered in the sea of stars, and met the swarms of ferocious insects; the skeleton men who had the same feelings as real people, and were finally killed by the Skeleton Killer at the moment they found the meaning of life; traveling through time and space again and again Reincarnation, the brave girl who just wants to change the ending of her best friend
Each story fascinated him deeply, and he told these stories to his sister and friends again and again.
As for why it’s called a science fiction story?
He doesn't remember it either. He only knows that his father's father said the same thing, and his grandfather's father said the same thing. If it was earlier, he doesn't know. In short, this vocabulary has been passed down from generation to generation.
But according to his understanding, it may be the kind of story that has some scientific basis but mostly fantasy elements.
According to this standard, the eight-hour work system and the weekend system can also be regarded as the background setting in science fiction stories.
Lina, whose entire face was covered tightly, heard this word, and a light flashed in her beautiful brown eyes: Agou, tell me another story about the Skeleton Killer?
But now it’s best to stay still and reduce your caloric consumption. Agou was a little hesitant. Although our supplies are still sufficient, we must always consider the unexpected.
Lina's eyes flickered, a little disappointed: Hey, aren't you going to talk about it today?
Lina, don’t listen to your brother’s nonsense. Ah Cha finished stretching. I cannot praise your brother's story-telling skills. I have also heard the story of the Skeleton Killer. Let me tell it to you!
The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up again: "Okay!"
She also felt that her brother's story-telling was a bit dry. When it came to storytelling skills, Brother Ocha in front of her was definitely better.
I said you, Agou wanted to stop him, but when he saw the expectant look in his sister’s eyes, he didn’t say what he wanted to say in the end, and took the blame back: “Okay, you tell me, I’m really not good at telling stories.”
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