Qu Jian'er shook her head and asked, "Aren't there many people who usually win the competition?"
Green Big Brain nodded his little head: "Although robot-controlled mechs can easily defeat human-controlled mechs, in the end, humans always win."
The champion of the annual mecha tournament, held at the end of the last month of each year, seems to have been preordained by those people; it must be a human.
Even if the robot is slightly better, it will still elevate the second-place human to a pedestal.
Over the years...
We've won over a hundred championships.
Qu Jian'er stroked her chin: "If I don't go, I won't be able to figure out why they did this."
She didn't want to protect or save anyone; she was simply curious why those people did things that were offensive to humans while simultaneously making gestures that seemed "friendly" to them.
That's completely illogical.
Qu Jian'er has decided to participate.
Green Big Brain couldn't help but facepalm; it knew this virtual star trip was bound to be spectacular.
It should have known this a long time ago.
How could there be peace where Qu Jian'er was? It's a pity that it even tried to sneak in.
Qu Jian'er signed up this time.
He directly put her and himself in the open.
It's such a big target; it would be a disservice to Qu Jian'er's hard work in making that it wasn't pointed at with guns by those people.
then.
One night. (81cn.com)
Qu Jian'er was lying in bed chatting with Zuo Chen.
Green Da Cong was filled with fear and anxiety.
I was afraid those guys would come knocking on my door.
It used its special skill to summon a bunch of identical robot underlings to surround it.
I want to create something that's indistinguishable from the real thing.
Even if those guys spot it, they'll be stunned for a couple of seconds when they come looking for it, and those two seconds are the maximum time it can buy to escape.
It was thinking this.
In a place invisible to the human eye, something resembling data traveled along the network cable to Qu Jian'er's room.
The computer screen in Qu Jian'er's hand froze, and she raised an eyebrow and sat up.
Qu Jian'er squinted her eyes: "This net is really good."
She said.
He looked in the direction of Green Big Cong.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
