The mòmò uncontrolled robot, carrying a pot of flowers, tilted its head back, its mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
This place is… too big, and… too beautiful!
After a while, the mòmò uncontrolled robot sneakily glanced at Wen Bai, thinking how rich this human was.
Then, it walked dizzily at the very back of all the uncontrolled robots, looking around, observing, and carefully stepping onto this land.
Who would have thought that just when it thought it would never have the chance!
It finally got to live in a beautiful big house, no, a castle~
All the uncontrolled robots, carrying their belongings, searched for their preferred spots within the vast territory of the castle.
Some uncontrolled robots preferred under the trees;
Some preferred by the lake;
Some uncontrolled robots, wanting to live like humans, desired their own rooms and to stay indoors.
However, there were many rooms in this castle, more than enough to accommodate them.
Some uncontrolled robots took the flowers and plants they had brought with them, found a new patch of land, dug many holes, and planted each one.
Only the first uncontrolled robot to arrive at the castle, having seen and grown accustomed to this place, sighed, lamenting that its noble and unique status would eventually be divided.
But as long as it didn't affect its quality of life.
This time, when Wen Bai was about to leave, Qi didn't even express any desire to go with him, nor did it ask if Wen Bai was abandoning it.
It even hid to the side, afraid Wen Bai would remember it and take it away from here.
After settling all the uncontrolled robots, Wen Bai finally began to attend to important matters.
But it was strange that among so many robots, the pretty, fake-crying uncontrolled robot was not here.
Wen Bai found the Bu Bu robot.
575 had been feeling down since seeing Wen Bai bring back so many uncontrolled robots, so now it stayed by Wen Bai's side.
Bu Bu robot's gaze, however, never left 575.
It kept looking at 575, scrutinizing its entire body, and finally, its gaze settled on 575's black eyes.
Bu Bu robot curiously asked, "Why?"
575 naturally did not respond.
Bu Bu robot reached out to rub 575's dark brown eyes, only to have its wrist caught by 575's cold grip.
Bu Bu robot asked, "Why can your eyes turn black?"
575 corrected, "Dark brown."
This was a color the master had specifically chosen for it.
Wen Bai ignored Bu Bu robot's question and its actions towards 575, and directly stated his purpose.
Bu Bu robot was, after all, on Wen Bai's territory.
Hearing Wen Bai's voice, it turned its head and looked at the human in front of it, tilting its head, "You mean Shazi? It didn't come here."
Bu Bu robot never forced any uncontrolled robot.
All the uncontrolled robots that followed it were willing.
The uncontrolled robots willing to come would follow it back to its base, and if they wanted to leave, it wouldn't forcibly retain them.
This time, after leaving the base together, Shazi quietly left their group halfway.
Bu Bu robot had naturally noticed, and the other robot had even winked at it, signaling it not to say anything.
Bu Bu robot had also waved goodbye to Shazi.
As for Wen Bai, due to the urgent situation and the sheer number of uncontrolled robots, he had also contacted his subordinates to bring transportation for support, and he hadn't paid attention to the target robot not being in the group.
Meanwhile, System 001's attention had been focused on the distance, watching for any pursuing combat-ready humans.
However, fortunately, System 001 was now cautious and had implemented a double safeguard.
System 001 spoke, "Host, just in case, I've placed trackers on all the uncontrolled robots when you approached them. I'll check the location of this one that left now..."
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In a derelict construction site, the ground was littered with lumber and steel bars, and circular giant stone pillars were piled up.
There were half-finished floors with green netting hanging outside, and even scaffolding attached to the exterior walls of the lower floors...
This was a half-finished, abandoned building.
"Are you done playing?" Number 7 stood on a precast slab, looking down at the approaching figure with a sneer, its tone not very pleasant.
A figure emerged. It was now tall and straight, no longer its whimpering self.
If Wen Bai were here, he would recognize it as the beautiful, crybaby uncontrolled robot he had been looking for.
Its hair was tied back in a low ponytail, framing a face with soft features.
It looked somewhat androgynous. "You made such a big commotion, all just to get me to come find you, right? I saw you on the way today and came."
The approaching uncontrolled robot looked around and asked, "Are there only a few of you left?"
The silence of the other uncontrolled robots provided the answer.
Number 2 stepped on a steel pipe on the ground, which immediately deformed. It tidied its sleeves, "We're killing people one place at a time, it's too slow, there are too many humans."
Number 17, who had been silent, stood on the scaffolding. It was still dressed all in black, the hem of its long dress falling naturally onto the scaffolding.
The corner of Number 17's mouth curled into a cold smile, a hint of blood in its eyes. "I've thought of a good idea. Now that Number 1 has returned, your abilities shouldn't be wasted."
Number 7 turned its head to look at Number 17, "You mean..."
"The robot manufacturing factory."
Number 2 immediately understood, straightening up and slowly clapping its hands, admiring Number 17, "This is truly a brilliant idea~ I like it. No wonder Number 17 didn't let us touch that area back then, you were waiting for this."
Number 17's voice, filled with biting frost, rang out, "Humanity's top robot researchers are all at the Robot Research Center, and nearby, there are 3 robot production bases, large and small, scattered around."
Number 17 continued with a smile, "When the time comes, Number 1, you can create as many of our kind as you want."
Number 2 also became excited, its tone revealing urgency, "We don't need to wait until then. I think today, no, now! Is a very good time."
---
Gou Zhe, wearing a hat and mask, walked down the street. He observed the now somewhat crazed humans.
After the protest event, there were very few domestic robots walking on the streets, only appearing occasionally.
And now, in the convenience store not far ahead of him, there was a domestic robot.
This domestic robot took its items from the convenience store and was about to leave with a bag.
As soon as it stepped out, a human wearing a mask and carrying a backpack snatched the bag from its hand.
Not only that, after snatching the domestic robot's bag, the person pushed the domestic robot to the ground.
And the people around, including the convenience store clerk, all pretended not to see.
The person was clearly prepared.
Seeing this, they didn't rush to leave. They directly took out a stick from their backpack and swung it forcefully at the robot in front of them.
With a "clang."
Clearly, this domestic robot was not that expensive, its material was ordinary, and it was directly dented by the blow.
But its mouth kept repeating, "Target identified: Human, cannot attack..."
Seeing that the attacker was about to strike again,
Gou Zhe frowned, walked over, intercepted the attacker's stick, and kicked the person to their knees.
The attacker was sent airborne for a second.
This was clearly a bully who picked on the weak. Seeing someone intervene and realizing they couldn't win,
They dropped the stick, didn't dare to pick up the bag, and turned to run.
Gou Zhe handed the bag to the domestic robot, which had clearly been damaged and had just gotten back on its feet, "Here, take it and go back immediately."
The domestic robot, with its standard smile, thanked Gou Zhe in a mechanical voice, "Thank you, yes."
Then, it took the bag and trotted away.
At this moment.
Gou Zhe's phone rang. He picked it up and frowned.
It was a message from Ren Liuliu, saying she wanted to meet him.
Gou Zhe pressed on his phone and replied directly, "I'm very busy and probably won't have time recently."
This was not an excuse; he was genuinely busy.
Today, he had secretly slipped out.
Furthermore, the recent continuous crimes committed by uncontrolled robots, resulting in so many deaths, had had too great an impact.
The police had not apprehended the culprit robots, causing widespread panic, and many people had developed strong opinions about robots.
Incited by those with ulterior motives, the situation was becoming uncontrollable.
However, he still hadn't found the person behind these inciting events.
He had a premonition of something ominous.
---
Ren Liuliu typed a line on her computer, communicating with someone.
On the computer screen, the opened page was a website that hated robots.
And she was the administrator of this website.
She had published many robot weaknesses on this website.
For example, where to attack robots, where to start, what effects certain weapons had, and where to acquire them...
Of course, she answered more questions about how to identify uncontrolled robots and how to determine if a domestic robot at home had become an uncontrolled robot.
After answering another question, she picked up her phone.
Looking at Gou Zhe's reply, Ren Liuliu was stunned for a few seconds.
Was he avoiding her because she had left earlier?
She knew Gou Zhe had channels, and she wanted to resolve her current technical difficulties through him.
She didn't know why, but she always felt that Gou Zhe wouldn't refuse her.
But now, she had been rejected by Gou Zhe as well.
Who else could she turn to?
A flash of inspiration.
Ren Liuliu picked up her phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed Wen Ziyue.
She briefly explained her predicament.
As expected, the other party did not refuse.
Wen Ziyue: "Experts in robot research?"
Wen Ziyue found it strange. If the people at the Robot Research Center weren't experts, he really didn't know where else to look.
After all, they had lured away all the talented and famous individuals with high salaries.
The Robot Research Center had always allocated a generous budget for talent.
"I... have encountered a problem."
Ren Liuliu felt she was going crazy to approach this person.
This was someone she couldn't afford to offend.
But she was truly out of options and didn't know who else to turn to.
Hearing the unusual tone in Ren Liuliu's voice, Wen Ziyue comforted her, "This is not a difficult matter. Tell me in detail which type of expert you are looking for."
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Here, there were the sounds of conveyor belts rolling, constant beeping, mechanical error alerts, and test result notifications...
The robot manufacturing factory was fully automated, with almost everything done by intelligent machinery, minimizing human involvement.
In this factory, only 3 people were scheduled per day, including security.
And in this robot manufacturing factory, those 3 living people were now dead.
They were laid out side by side next to the conveyor belt that manufactured robot parts.
Number 17, dressed in a backless black evening gown, walked slowly and elegantly through the robot parts manufacturing area.
If not for the inappropriate setting, her posture and demeanor would have suggested she was walking on a red carpet.
Behind her followed several other uncontrolled robots.
Number 7's cold voice, devoid of discernible emotion, said, "So, this is how we were manufactured."
Number 2 peered at something on the conveyor belt, not reaching out to touch it, "Oh, this is my material."
Number 2 had injuries. It rolled up its sleeves to show Number 1 its partially missing arm.
It looked at the conveyor belt again, "Can I repair myself here directly?"
Number 1 pointed to a large machine nearby and said calmly, "Yes, you can go up."
After speaking, Number 1 walked to the large machine beside the conveyor belt and expertly pressed a button.
After Number 1 pressed the button, the conveyor belt in front of them slowly came to a stop.
Number 1 walked to the side of the conveyor belt, picked up a piece of complete raw material, and then selected a few more.
Then, it glanced at Number 2, "Let's go."
Number 1 seemed extremely familiar with everything here, with how robots were manufactured.
It skillfully operated hundreds of complex buttons on the giant machine.
Then, it instructed Number 2 to take off its clothes and pants and enter the repair pod.
After Number 1's series of operations,
The repair pod began to broadcast, "Checking damaged body... Beep... Detected simulated skin damage... Beep... Detected joint deficiency... Beep... Detected..."
Following a series of voice broadcasts, there was a voice prompt: "Repairing..."
It didn't take much time for Number 2 to be fully repaired, although not with extreme precision.
Number 2 emerged from the repair pod, moved its joints, and then put on its beloved white suit and tied its bowtie.
Number 1 tilted its head, "Do you need repairs? We'll be busy from now on."
Hearing this, Number 17 gathered its hair and elegantly shed its beautiful evening gown. At the same time, Number 7 silently removed its clothes.
They entered different repair pods.
Number 1's hands moved rapidly among the numerous buttons.
After completing the operations, it pulled up the surveillance and looked at the large display screen in front of it.
This screen showed surveillance footage from every area.
From here, the core of the robot manufacturing plant, it could see the complete movements in every zone.
In the bottom right corner of the screen were rows of completed domestic robots lined up.
Since domestic robots were generally custom-made, either sold with the most popular hairstyles and clothing styles of the season,
Before being packaged for factory release, these produced but not yet shipped domestic robots were currently in their most primitive state.
They were all naked, with bare heads, no hair.
They stood naked at roughly equal intervals.
That area was like a box of goods, neatly filled with all the merchandise.
After repairing Number 7 and Number 17, the uncontrolled robots arrived at the area where finished products were stored.
The other uncontrolled robots stopped at the high platform and did not advance further.
But Number 1 walked all the way down.
Number 1 moved among the domestic robots, its fingers touching each one.
Number 1 continued to touch them, row after row, column after column.
The domestic robots, which had been standing still with their eyes closed and showing no movement, shortly after being touched by Number 1.
Some domestic robots opened their blue eyes;
Some domestic robots suddenly looked up, curiously observing their surroundings;
And some domestic robots touched their own cheeks.
Many domestic robots, their bare heads, now grew hair of various colors and lengths...
The uncontrolled robots standing on the high platform watched everything unfolding below, unable to conceal their current agitated emotions.
When they looked at the uncontrolled robot Number 1 again, their eyes were filled with fanaticism.
---
Wen Ziyue, first and foremost, went to the Robot Research Center.
Although he was one of the shareholders of the Robot Research Center, the highly skilled researchers were not something he could command as he pleased.
After all, individuals with great talent and outstanding achievements in an industry often possessed pride and eccentric tempers, and did not necessarily pay attention to prominent figures.
Wen Ziyue planned to personally take Ren Liuliu to find the most senior researcher at the Robot Research Center.
However, upon arriving at the Robot Research Center and before finding Ren Liuliu, he heard a sharp alarm sound not far away.
He turned to look; it was in the direction of the robot manufacturing factory.
---
When Wen Bai, guided by System 001, arrived with 575, he sensed something was wrong.
Wasn't this the location of the Robot Research Center?
What were those uncontrolled robots doing here?
However, as he approached, Wen Bai realized they were not at the Robot Research Center.
He gradually began to form a guess.
But he didn't quite understand the reason for their actions.
If they had such an idea, why wait so long?
Or had it been waiting for something all along?
Upon reaching the entrance of the robot production factory, Wen Bai went to the security booth.
But he saw a trace of blood inside the security booth, but no person.
Wen Bai's guess was now confirmed.
System 001 immediately exchanged for a large-area coverage, which rapidly expanded, encompassing the entire factory.
Wen Bai, with 575, headed into the factory.
However, before they could enter, the factory alarm blared loudly.
Deafeningly so.
System 001 alertly exchanged for items to conceal their presence and sound for Wen Bai and 575, "Host, hide! Many unidentified objects are rapidly approaching us."
The surroundings were open, with no cover.
Wen Bai and 575 immediately hid in the relatively spacious security booth and closed the door.
The security booth had one-way glass, allowing visibility of the outside from the inside, but not from the outside looking in.
Wen Bai and 575 watched as naked domestic robots ran out.
However, one domestic robot, after coming out, stood in the sunlight, looked around blankly, and then at the sky.
Wen Bai realized something was wrong; these were not domestic robots. These were all uncontrolled robots...
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"Chaos, everything is in chaos. Many uncontrolled robots are running around naked, robbing clothes on the street. Hurry home, lock the doors, I'll be back soon, don't come out..." A man frantically opened his car door, locked it, and immediately stepped on the accelerator.
On the road, many naked uncontrolled robots were falling from the sky...
Some uncontrolled robots directly snatched ice cream from children's hands, while others barged into shopping malls and started trying on clothes they liked...
On the television screens in the shopping mall, the news was broadcasting: "A large number of uncontrolled robots have suddenly appeared in this city. These uncontrolled robots are naked, openly robbing pedestrians in broad daylight, and some uncontrolled robots are even playing pranks on pedestrians... It has been pointed out that the areas where these uncontrolled robots are appearing are near the robot manufacturing and production plants..."
The news was accompanied by footage of panicked crowds fleeing.
The camera zoomed in.
Someone had their clothes pulled by an uncontrolled robot. The person frantically took off their jacket and ran away. The uncontrolled robot behind them did not pursue, but curiously put on the stolen jacket.
Then, the uncontrolled robot noticed the aerial camera, leaped up, and after a brief curious look at the drone's camera...
The next second, its enlarged face filled the entire screen. The robot then grabbed the drone, looked at it for a while, and then smashed the drone and camera with a single slap.
The screen went black.
"Police have been dispatched, and police forces from surrounding districts are also heading to this city to the greatest extent possible. We urge all citizens to stay indoors as much as possible, close and lock their doors and windows, await police support, and minimize unnecessary casualties..."
At this moment, the entire city was plunged into chaos.
Many families with domestic robots began to fear their own domestic robots and casually pushed them out of their homes.
This was because their home robots were also manufactured by that production company.
However, there were exceptions. A few domestic robots faced this crisis alongside their owners.