NABC Chapter 346 A Guide to Robot Mutual Assistance 9
Chapter 346 A Guide to Robot Mutual Assistance 9
After finishing with my colleague, Little Sheep.
Big-Armed General got his inspiration from somewhere.
I figured I might as well be idle anyway.
Let's just give our colleagues and good friends in the simulation park practical training.
They were trained to go to other planets, and they were taught how to pretend they had no brains and how to calmly deal with the strange behaviors of humans.
587. Big Arms does things in a very organized manner.
The worries that had been building up in my heart suddenly lessened considerably.
Taking them away from Swan Star was something 587 had always been thinking about.
Thinking of the aircraft that 03 "took" back from the warehouse.
587 couldn't help but start considering whether he should take the opportunity to steal a few patrol robots when he left.
If 009 knew what 587 was thinking, he would definitely shout "A true friend!"
This combat robot is really boring.
I'm tired of my current life, but there's no option in my job description to end my unpaid work.
The patrol team members were already used to their captain's outbursts.
They have brains, but they're not very normal.
So whenever the captain is on the verge of a breakdown, they would egg 009 on, urging it to overcome the pressure and secretly deliver a shot to the planet's lord.
That way, everyone will lose their jobs.
Even if I don't leave Swan Star to make a living, I can just find a place in the no-man's land to lie down and relax for decades.
This also prevents them from living like the cats and dogs kept by ancient humans every day.
It's embarrassing to talk about drawing a rudder around Swan Star.
"We're the ones who are receiving salaries without working."
009 inexplicably started sighing again.
"Outsiders are coming."
The Little Secret of Wembley, The Mission of the New Humans, The Thoughts of the Benevolent Farm.
How long can the tranquility of Swan Star last?
"Outsiders? They're really coming up? Or not just to deliver goods? Or to collect robots and dirt?"
Some team members remained skeptical.
The question was both blunt and sarcastic.
The irony, of course, lies with the planet's owners, who seem determined to cause trouble and destroy Swan Star.
For example, the current planetary ruler—Wenblai.
He had been causing trouble for quite some time before he came to Swan Star.
The Wen family finally found out who the tail was.
The Wen family, without knowing who suggested it, cut off a portion of their funding for Swan Star activities.
They were clearly waiting for him to clutch his clothes and beg for mercy.
There's absolutely no affection or kinship among family members, siblings, uncles, or cousins.
Wenblai saw that he had not yet reached the target amount for this month's earnings.
With this in mind, I set my sights on Ren'ai Farm and decided to raise the price on the spot.
587 and 03 deliberately shifted the blame first.
The planting progress at Ren'ai Farm was not as good as in the previous life.
That's good.
Wembley has volunteered to take the blame.
Aside from being furious, the person in charge of Ren'ai Farm did nothing more futile.
Those subordinates, who had people behind them, kept a close eye on things.
He can't earn much from the price difference, and he can't keep much of the supplies. Now that Wembley has made a move.
The person in charge had all of their gray income wiped out this quarter.
"I've worked for nothing for several months again."
His tone was gloomy.
My mind is filled with the Swan Star Project and the Thunder Project of Benevolent Farm.
If he doesn't make any money, then nobody should expect to have a good life.
This person in charge is a modern-day miser, with a large following on the anonymous forums of StarNet.
I would listen to him share how to benefit himself at work whenever I had free time.
Turn the resources of your work into your own resources—never be a scab.
03 It's hard not to be astonished.
It seems that every era has its pioneers.
587 also heard about this.
Swan Star is boring.
A group of robots spend their days either modifying themselves or gossiping and advising others to break up on the StarNet.
I don't know whose suggestion it was.
Renai Farm and Wembley became their regular monitoring targets.
...
For the robots in the simulation park.
Human life and death are not a big deal.
Just listen to it and then it's over.
As long as Swan Star doesn't explode, they can barely make ends meet.
In the minds of a group of idle machines.
The complexities and twists of human relationships are far less dramatic than the dramatic reunion between 587 and 009, reminiscent of an idol drama.
Yes.
They call it an idol drama plot, where 587 reaches into 009's brain to stir up and examine it.
This is probably the result of special aesthetic education for robots.
The time traveler who loved hand-crafting probably never imagined that the robots he manufactured could be so skewed.
After all, he had been tinkering with things in private back then.
I just wanted to give the cheat code a body.
Surprise.
Do you understand?
Robots probably don't understand.
After a thorough inspection and some fuss, 587 finally acknowledged the intelligence of patrol team 009.
Then they turned around and accused 009 of being unfair.
"Why didn't you say so sooner... When we worked together, I didn't notice anything unusual at all."
009 felt inexplicably wronged.
"Back then, humans were practically next to us, so I had to put on a good show, didn't I?"
It's described as a combat robot.
In fact, their patrols have only ever encountered petty space pirates.
The patrol evolved from a mascot to stabilize the hearts of the people of Swan Star, then into an idle street urchin, and now he still has to face Wembley every day.
Working robots must be so miserable.
587 refused to listen to 009's complaints.
It doesn't envy unpaid work at all.
"I've met a generous space pirate. How about we team up from the inside and pull off a big heist?"
009 seemed quite comfortable with the sudden change of topic.
"So generous?"
It's no wonder it raised questions; the chickens and dogs that had come to provoke Swan Star were just too bizarre.
They were all dressed in tattered clothes.
You'd think they were the ones who got robbed if you didn't know better.
The aircraft was so tiny that it could barely move with its tail dragging the cargo hold along.
"Have you forgotten those waves of comical space pirates who came to come and cause trouble?"
587 hasn't forgotten.
He also volunteered as a prison auxiliary police officer for several years, a position without pay...
"Are they dead? I remember they were all in good health and were often rented out by the planet lord."
009 wants to learn a mysterious and enigmatic expression.
The result was that his eyebrows looked like they were tied in knots.
Then gave up.
"No, Mimi is their child."
"Ah, so it's that female human."
"The new space pirates in Central City have already moved into their coffin rooms..."
"Is that the gigolo who spouted nonsense and fooled people in the luxury housing district? Is he no good? He's so smooth-talking, yet he still got kicked out of Central City..."
"He was attractive to men, women, young and old, and was castrated by a jealous young human."
"Ah, so he's the first grandfather of Swan Star!"
"..."
The conversation between the old colleagues got more and more off-topic, so 03 had no choice but to go over and nudge his good friend.
"Don't forget about the generous lady."
587 grinned awkwardly.
I almost forgot that I hadn't done the work I was paid for.
"I definitely won't forget it. I'll try to get closer to the patrol team first."
If it weren't for knowing that these two were birds of a feather in their past lives, 03 would definitely have believed its nonsense.