Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 23 Chapter [-] Housekeeping Robot Custom Models
After all, Martin succumbed to the doctor's coercion, and after some bargaining, his left arm was removed.

The doctor left happily with arms folded. Martin stretched his waist with one arm, and got out of bed: "Let's go, let's go to cook. This time, I will really let you try Brother Martin's cooking."

Do robots still need to stretch their waists?Conan couldn't help thinking, and then got out of bed, but as a matter of course, stretched his hands to the ground.

The stretching sensation in his waist made him realize something was wrong in time, and he stopped his movements.

Oops, subconsciously used the action posture of a dog, haven't I adjusted it yet...

Then, Conan quickly returned to his normal standing posture, and looked up at Martin vigilantly.

His eyes were hidden by the silver-white helmet, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was clearly smiling.

Conan decided to ignore Martin and went out to get slippers with his bare feet in his pajamas from the night before.

When he walked to the entrance, Conan found that his foot strengthening shoes were already placed in the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Then Conan looked up and saw his anesthesia gun watch on the top of the shoe cabinet.

Tracking glasses have become props to help dogs see normal colors, bowknot voice changers have become dog language translators, so what have these two props become?

Conan thought about it carefully, and then looked at the top of the shoe cabinet that became empty after taking away the watch. He vaguely remembered that the red leash was placed on the top of the shoe cabinet by Xiaolan after arriving at the doctor's house. Could it be this? Combination of two props?
After that, Martin made breakfast in the doctor's kitchen, and Conan lay on the dining table, chatting with Martin.

"Speaking of Martin, do you have any precious things at home? The kind that would be troublesome if you lose them?" Conan asked casually.

Then he watched from the corner of his eyes, a kitchen knife popped out of Robocop Martin's remaining right arm, and he chopped the cabbage into thin strips.

"The most precious thing must be the house itself... As for the things in the house, furniture and so on are just property. If you want to say that they are irreplaceable, they are some personal items, such as my photo album and my A small robot alarm clock."

"Robot alarm clock?" Conan was a little curious, whether it is also a high-tech product.

Martin immediately heard Conan's thoughts: "If you think too much, it's just an ordinary alarm clock made in the shape of a robot. It's been placed on the bedside since I was seven years old. It hasn't had any problems for more than ten years, so the relationship is relatively strong. It’s just deep. By the way, when I became a Transformer, I also found a spark to share with it, but unfortunately it turned back into an ordinary alarm clock the next day.”

While speaking, Martin also glanced in the direction of Dr. A Li's workshop, for fear that Dr. A Li would hear some key words.

Then Conan saw a beater (egg beater) pop out of Martin's arm and start stirring the batter in the bowl.

Conan felt something was wrong.

"Robocop...is that like this?"

"No." Martin replied simply: "My model is not for combat."

Or rather, Martin is actually something else in the shape of RoboCop today.

Because I have to go to school today, Mao Lilan came early and picked up Conan with Conan's clothes and schoolbag.

"Mr. Martin, this is today..." Mao Lilan looked at Martin, who was missing an arm, a little dull.

At this moment, Martin called Dr. Ali out for breakfast, but Dr. Ali's left arm had been dismantled into parts, and he couldn't put it back for the time being.

"In terms of appearance, it is RoboCop, but in essence it is a robot." Martin is also thinking about how to describe himself in language: "What kind of role is it specifically, probably after RoboCop retired as a housekeeper or customized as a robot A housekeeping robot with the appearance of a soldier, right?"

"Housework robot?" Mao Lilan blinked her beautiful big eyes, looking at Martin's mighty armor, which didn't look like a household item.

"In the forearm of the right hand, there are kitchen knives, blenders, skin scrapers, scale scrapers, sharpening sticks and other kitchen utensils." Following Martin's explanation, the armor of his right forearm automatically opened and folded like a Swiss army knife All the tools together turned out to show Mao Lilan: "There are even storage tanks for adding tomato paste or salt."

After the forearm recovered, the armor of the big arm also bounced off, revealing a large glass: "This food breaker is similar to a juicer, but it will be more difficult to clean after use."

Then he pointed to the direction of the workshop: "The left hand removed by the doctor is a man's favorite, full-size screwdriver, full-size wrench, electric drill, file, pliers, saw blade and welding torch, and a laser measuring tool."

Then Martin patted his tall and broad chest: "A big oven that can hold a whole Thanksgiving turkey!"

Opening up the six-pack abs: "A portable refrigerator that can hold two cups of milk tea."

Then he touched the narrow black strip on the head where the eyes were: "Are you because it's my eyes or the camera? Wrong!"

The black glass window was retracted directly, and then a piece of bread popped halfway out of it, and the two sides that were leaned on were burnt yellow, exuding the aroma of wheat.

"Here is the toaster!"

Conan couldn't help complaining: "If the position of the head is a toaster, where is your organ for thinking?"

"Whatever, maybe I'm just a toaster with more additional functions. This question is as meaningless as why a dog has an IQ that can reason." Martin said nonchalantly. He has also turned into a skeleton, a ghost Waiting for things, I have already passed the stage of thinking about these things.

Martin took out a slice of bread, put it on the plate in front of him, and stuffed a new slice of bread into his head.Then he stretched out his index finger, squeezed ketchup from his index finger and drew a 'z' on the slice of bread, and then made a pinch in his right hand.

The oven on the chest was opened, and the baking tray inside was automatically pushed out.There are a lot of semi-dry sauces and oil stains on the baking tray, and there is a lonely grilled chicken steak in the middle. It seems that it has been grilled long ago, and it is just kept in the oven to keep warm.

Putting the grilled chicken steak in the center of the bread slices, Martin pulled out a second slice of bread from his head to cover it, and handed the humble sandwich to Maurilan.

Mao Lilan quickly shook her head and refused on the grounds that she had already had breakfast. It seemed that Martin's action of pulling slices of bread from his head was a bit disappointing to her.

Of course, Martin had already thought about this, so he didn't use salad dressing that was closer to the color of brains.But obviously the blood-red ketchup also caused Mao Lilan's discomfort.

After giving the undelivered sandwiches to Dr. Ali for extra meals, Martin demonstrated other functions.

Turn around and show your back like a bodybuilder: "There are many external sockets on my back, for example, I can connect water pipes when watering flowers in the yard; there is also a charging port, which can run at full power when fully charged. One hour, ten hours for normal sitting, lying, and walking; there are also some interfaces that the doctor and I speculate can be used to add functional modules, such as installing the rocket vehicle invented by the doctor in the first episode."

Then Martin patted his butt, and his butt also cracked a slit that was a little eye-catching: "This is for discs, whether it is the latest DVD discs or old-fashioned vinyl records, all can be played!"

Then there are his legs: "In order to ensure the ability to move, there is no fancy work on the legs. Very ordinary high-tech mechanical legs can support me to move at a higher speed."

"But—" Martin's voice was too high for a moment: "the thumb of the left foot hides a USB port, and the cover of the port is the top of the thumb that can be launched!"

Mao Lilan blinked her beautiful big eyes: "Is this...a very useful function?"

For this question, Martin pondered for a long time, and gave the answer with a serious face: "I think... it should be useless."

(End of this chapter)