mtl008 Chapter 345 A Guide to Robot Mutual Assistance 8
Chapter 345 A Guide to Robot Mutual Assistance 8
03 sighed and asked, "Is this considered salary?"
"You do not understand..."
587 said this while waving his arms.
"The feeling of being recognized by humans is quite different, not to mention such generous humans."
You have no idea how I survived those years when I was unemployed...
They could have worked for ordinary people, but with the planet's owners changing constantly, there's no profit to be made from ordinary people...
Later on, they couldn't even afford to spend a little money on entertainment; the jukebox, the errand runners, and the emotional support services all failed to generate any profit.
587 couldn't help but sob when she spoke of her sadness.
"Swan Star is such a jerk, thank goodness I'm a robot."
Several robots in the simulation park, learning human farming techniques, paused, stomped their feet, clapped, and cheered loudly for the wonderful robot employment life of 587.
"Different! Human beings are different!"
Generosity! Human generosity!
There's no profit to be made!
We are robots!
One of the robots got so engrossed that it stepped on the muddy ground with its left foot, creating a deep hole that also affected the vegetable seedlings around it.
Who says robots don't enjoy watching a spectacle?
The relentless laughter of my colleagues swept over me, along with a slap from the arm lamp.
There was a crisp sound.
The robot that stepped into the pit got a slap mark on its back.
Feeling wronged and too embarrassed to admit it, it took it a while to come up with the excuse of needing to urinate and escape, not caring whether the robot had this function or not.
He said he needed to urinate.
Actually, I went to do some sewing and mending for myself...
If this were handed over to Senior 03, it would be worried that Senior 03 would give it an extra head.
Senior 587 and Arm Light are especially fond of Senior 03.
In front of an antique-style dressing mirror.
The robot that stepped into the pit was whistling to itself while looking in the mirror, admiring its own handsome appearance.
It's better not to give the seniors the chance to make a move.
The opportunity and quota for a complete transformation should be reserved for other good colleagues who are not so good-looking.
The system acts as an arm lamp.
I'm starting to wonder if I used the wrong force just now.
That shouldn't be the case; the force I used when hitting my child was based on standard measurements.
The robot wearing a flower wreath noticed the arm light's confusion.
A kind and understanding person will explain aloud.
"Senior, your slap wasn't the problem. It's just that, in order to emulate the ancient humans' ability to be 'as thin as a cicada's wing,' it significantly reduced its own defenses..."
Armlight was speechless for a moment.
After spending a long time organizing their thoughts, they finally transmitted many films and TV shows that were prohibited from being broadcast on the StarNet to the wreath robot.
Ok.
This is an encouragement that shows the other party is perceptive.
...
Speaking of being perceptive.
Humans actually do it more smoothly than robots.
Planet owner Wembley enjoys life on a small budget in his mansion on Swan Star.
The new human infiltrators are outspoken and dare to speak their minds.
Hypnotizing people until they faint is commonplace for them.
That new human, who was holding up the bathrobe, then moved on to the coat, cape, hat…
Those few new humans who were actually trafficked were extremely envious.
The desire to replace the other person is particularly strong.
Don't think they don't know that by serving the planet lord closely and intimately, they can eat delicious nutritional paste.
Instead of bitter, astringent, or refreshing taste.
It's something you don't want to spit out, but you really don't want to swallow.
The new humans couldn't help but hope that the planet's owner, Wembley, would soon fail in his investments and become impoverished, so that he could sell them off to another planet.
The food here is worse than what you'd get from human traffickers.
The person who ate snot didn't care about the taste.
03 and Tongzi speculated that even if the nutritional paste tasted like cat poop, this new human would eat it without batting an eye.
Mimi thinks so too.
Eating snot disgusted Wembley once again, and he chased after the planet's lord, wanting to eat his earwax, saying that he had learned about ear cleaning in his ancient human education course.
Wembley was infuriated by this heartless and fearless little slave.
I acted impulsively.
He came up with a brilliant idea to frame someone else.
Once he steps down from power on Swan Star and is able to freely enter and leave this rural area, he will stuff the little slave into the mansion of the Wen family's leader.
This was considered a reward for the other party's willingness to let him come to Swan Star.
I imagine that cold, robotic relative must have never seen anything like this before.
They did not sense the approaching crisis.
I can't fathom the arrangements of fate.
Wembley is still looking forward to his bright future.
What does it have to do with him the countless fellow human beings in the coffin room outside the city center?
We do not treat our fellow humanist fanatics as an organ bank.
He is already a very good owner of a remote planet.
Wembley was indulging in a confident and smug fantasy, completely forgetting that his bottom line in doing things was always within the bounds of the rules.
Some things he doesn't do are simply because he's a coward.
He is still conscious.
Unlike his brothers, he didn't silently drink hallucinogenic drinks, and afterwards even urinated in the master's garden.
Their family is truly full of talented people, hahaha.
...
In the courtyard of Wembley's mansion.
Wembley's locally hired employees were standing up and dozing off.
Those who weren't asleep approached patrol members like 009.
After a day of slacking off, the patrol team members remained silent, but their minds were actually racing, and they were exchanging glances and deferring to each other through their electronic eyes.
No robot is willing to sacrifice itself.
Upon entering, I faced the neurotic planetary lord of Swan Star and reported on a mundane and unpaid task.
009 waited for a long time but still didn't get a result.
I randomly pushed one unlucky guy forward—you're the one.
The other robots breathed a sigh of relief.
He started speaking out on the channel to cheer on his colleagues.
"Try to think more positively. At least this planet's owner isn't a fanatic with an extraterrestrial fetish."
"Who knows, the planet lord might even invite you to join the StarNet."
"We can also go see our Mimi; she hasn't come to use our Wi-Fi in ages!"
"... "
There are even non-human beings.
I can tell.
Those who can take over Swan Star are all capable people.
03 overheard something from the yellow corner of the wall, but remained unfazed and worked with 587 to prepare decorations needed for ancient human festivals.
A human skeleton, unearthed from some unknown pit, was fixed to the roadside.
Besides.
There was also a big tree that robots didn't like to look at, covered with gifts.
"Oh my friend, you're so clever! The green trees are covered with robot heads, arms, and legs."
03 She tried to suppress a smile when praised.
I haven't even said anything polite yet.
587, however, continued his own conversation.
"Why didn't you put the eyeballs on too? And the head and torso of the pet robot..."
03 answered earnestly with an unwavering expression.
"The robot sheep doesn't have time to cause trouble... I only accept custom-made eyes... you can use specific patterns..."
That's because I don't have the time.
Tongzi uses his big arms to herd the lambs around the yard every day.
The sheep was led astray until it lost its will to fight, feeling like a mechanical sheep, and that this was probably how its life would be.
I have absolutely no memory of my mischievous self...
Instead, he began to contemplate the life of the robotic sheep, and Mo Min became a little philosopher in the simulation park.