The Mechanic

Pan fell silent again.

Two hours later, Zhang Xun came back, holding the collar that Adam had to put on every time he left this room. He looked at Adam, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just looked preoccupied.

"Xun, are you satisfied with my performance today?" Adam asked.

Zhang Xun glanced at him, "The previous mechanical dance is unnecessary."

"I thought that would lighten the mood. Isn't there some kind of sarcastic humor in an artificial intelligence dancing a mechanical dance?" Adam seemed a little lost. "Don't they like mechanical dancing? Next time I can try other kinds of dances, what do you think?" How about ballet?"

"Don't..." Zhang Xun muttered, adjusting the settings of the collar in his hand.

"Xun, is it a good decision to provoke him?" Adam asked again, "Maybe I can pass that test."

"What I'm worried about is not just the test, but...forget it, you don't need to know this." What Zhang Xun worried about was that this Sistine was ordered by someone to deliberately find fault and replace him. If the test is carried out now, no one knows whether the test result will be bad or not. But now that he knew the candidate for the security consultant and had time, he could use his "bugs" to investigate the person's background. He needed a plan to counter and control the forces behind the scenes who were trying to manipulate Adam.

He took a deep breath and decided to change the subject, "Do you remember the rules of going out?"

"Must wear a collar, and the distance between you and you must be within ten meters of the line of sight, do not take the initiative to talk to others, you can only answer with your permission, and you cannot make threats to any human beings or may be considered threatening You must not intentionally destroy the property of Paradise Lost, and you must execute your orders." Adam recited proficiently.

"Very well. After lunch, I'll take you to a new place."

The author has something to say: This article is really... so cold that the rhythm is shivering... _(:з」∠)_

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines~~: 10 for Ji Neighbor; 1 for Xia Ran Xia Ran

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]~~: 30 bottles of Qi Mingfei; 10 bottles of delicious peppercorns; 1 bottle of Gu Yu Shang Ying

Chapter 17 Garbage Treatment Plant (3)

In the scorching sun, a large expanse of land along a gently rolling riverside clearing is covered in layers of house-like scrap metal and plastic. Rust spread like a virus on old cars, old aircraft engines, and large alloy plates that don't know what to do with them. A strong smell of rust permeates the air.

The "gate" of the garbage disposal plant is a huge crumbling crane swallowed by thick rust, and sitting next to it is a scrapped old mecha that was at least 80 years ago. Adam raised his head and looked at the "tall buildings" piled up with waste, his eyes were full of admiring surprise.

Zhang Xun didn't tell Adam, and he was no stranger to this place. He used to sneak here as a kid, away from the other "human noises" that irritated him. There is everything here that excites and amazes him, and from the innumerable parts he can scour for a robot or other small machine. But since he started the seance project, he has no time to set foot here again.

If Sistine knew that the hard work he thought was not so hard for Zhang Xun and Adam, it would actually excite him a little bit. I don’t know if he would round his eyes that are always pretending to be squinted, and be angry. I was speechless.

"This is a T439 mecha, which is no longer seen in the ordinary world." Adam said, walking towards the huge mecha sitting quietly under the hot sun, stretching out his left hand to caress the alloy plate covered with thick rust , looking up at the silent square head that blocks the daylight. A huge hole was broken in the cockpit, and it is not known whether the driver survived.

Zhang Xun led Adam around the "high-rise buildings" piled up with waste, and walked towards a crooked small house that seemed to be spliced ​​out of plastic plates and steel plates. It was the administrator's residence. The last time he came, the administrator was still the old man Roy he was familiar with, but after so many years, he probably has changed. There are a lot of beer bottles piled up next to the hut, and a lot of clothes are casually hung on the clothes rack on the other side, and the big floral boxer briefs flutter in the wind like a flag. There was even a bonfire at the door, with a barbecue grill made of scraps, and a piece of beef remained on it, which now attracted a lot of buzzing flies.

Zhang Xun knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked again, and finally heard the clink of beer bottles and a rude expletive from within. Immediately afterwards, the door was pulled open suddenly, and a man in a shabby fluffy nightgown with disheveled hair like a bird's nest leaned against the door frame, obviously just waking up. What is more striking is that the right half of his face is machine-made from the cheek to the forehead, and the handwork is a bit rough, and the neglected metal is slightly rusted like the waste outside. A mechanical prosthetic eye is also the most basic model, as if a huge red monitor is staring at you viciously.

Probably an ex-soldier with a badly wounded face or head so it was replaced with a mechanical. Just looking at this rough technique, it must not be the work of the lab...

The visitor asked with a bad temper, "What are you doing?"