Wang Xiaohai sat in the driver's seat. The soft sofa chair was so comfortable that he felt a little drowsy. He squinted his eyes and rested, letting the spacecraft fly at a low altitude in tourist viewing mode.
Five minutes later.
"Ding - an urgent message has been received. Do you want to open it?" The spacecraft's system sent a message reminder, which immediately pulled Wang Xiaohai back to reality from his dream.
Wang Xiaohai was a little annoyed - he actually forgot to turn on the silent mode!
The display screen of the spacecraft system was showing the surrounding scenes. The screen was divided into eight small screens, each of which showed a different picture. Wang Xiaohai clicked on two of the screens and said, "Show the ground situation." The two small screens originally showed the white air, but after receiving the command, the picture changed and instantly turned into a forest and a lake. It turned out that he had come to the wilderness.
"Zoom in twice." Wang Xiaohai continued to give orders to the system, zooming in on the ground camera. He suddenly noticed a message notification flashing in the lower right corner of the screen. "Open the message."
The news was a video notification: three people were seen fighting with mecha warriors, then were beaten back by the mecha warriors and hid in the city.
"Everyone, please be advised! These three wanted criminals have evolved, and even the government's mecha warriors cannot capture them. Citizens who have not yet boarded the transport ship, please do so immediately. Otherwise, your safety cannot be guaranteed! Please trust Speaker Wu and the Emerging Party."
Wang Xiaohai used the pause button and then zoomed in on the screen. He found that the eyes of Mo Shanhe and the other three did not turn red, so they were not red-eyed evil spirits.
"Advanced and enhanced evil spirit?" Wang Xiaohai turned off the screen and continued to lie down in the spaceship to sleep, letting the spaceship drive automatically and search for intelligence, but this time he chose silent mode.
Time passed slowly, and it was late one night again, and Wang Xiaohai woke up from his sleep.
Six of the eight split screens in front of the screen showed darkness, and only the two split screens controlled by Wang Xiaohai showed the situation on the ground, which was a bustling urban area.
"Stop the spacecraft, activate the anti-gravity device, and hover over this city." Wang Xiaohai issued a series of instructions. "Can the system analyze which city this is?"
The Xiaohai fission spacecraft shut down, activated anti-gravity, and turned off the lights, floating in the dark two hundred meters in the air. There was a hundred-story building standing next to the Xiaohai spacecraft, and the height of the spacecraft only reached the waist of the building. At night, a staff member who was working overtime walked to the window and saw a huge black shadow lying quietly in front of him like an ancient terrifying monster. He was so scared that he shivered and the disposable paper cup in his hand fell to the ground, and the scalding water splashed on his shiny leather shoes.
"This is Spaceport City No. 1, the most prosperous city on Planet Three." The ship's system searched the database. "It has a permanent population of 50 million, which is the combined population of the other nine spaceport cities."
On the street, men and women walked out of bars and nightclubs, supporting each other, muttering dirty words, and walking in the moonwalk drunkenly. They like this kind of extravagant life, living a carefree life of debauchery, drinking and partying today, and who cares about paying off the loan tomorrow!
Many people, arriving late from get off work, clutched briefcases as they waited for the SkyTrain at the station. They all looked tired, their steps unsteady. The pressures of big city life were too great, the pace too fast. The daily burden of meeting sales targets weighed heavily on their minds, forcing them to work with unwavering determination. Everyone worked like clockwork, their minds whirring away. No one paid any attention to their neighbors. Even when a few strange hooded men joined them on the SkyTrain, no one spared a glance; they were too sleepy to bother, and they didn't have the energy to care. Even when a flash of red light appeared beneath the hoods, no one seriously considered what was causing it.
When the skytrain arrived at the terminal, the doors opened and the crowd waiting on the platform discovered that all the passengers getting off the train had red eyes, which was extremely terrifying!
After Professor Mo's misfortune, he left his house and yard unlocked. The Congda service robot, on its old, rusty tracks, slowly moved out of Professor Mo's house and yard. It headed for the right road, knowing there was a large repair shop where it needed to repair itself. Unable to even see through a human body, it felt broken! It didn't want to work for humans, but its programming prohibited it from going against its owner's wishes.
Professor Mo's service robot, Congda, arrived at the South City Repair Shop and found the gate open. The two menacing human guards were gone, their former counterparts watching closely, fearing it might take even one extra part without paying. However, Congda didn't have much money. He had worked for his master for decades, secretly collecting scrap metal from Professor Mo's experiments and exchanging it for cash. He kept the money in a sly online bank account he had opened—this didn't violate the robot ban; his master hadn't prohibited him from opening an online account, and selling scrap metal didn't harm humans. Despite decades of collecting and selling scrap, Congda only had enough to buy a robotic arm.
The Lianda service robot came to this repair shop twice to buy second-hand engine oil for its own use, but was scolded by several human guards as scrap metal and kicked a few times. So it didn't apply oil to itself for a long time. It didn't care even if it was rusty and old. It thought it was hatred from humans.
Today, the Chengnan repair shop was deserted. A Lianda service robot had found a few robotic arms with broken wires and some functional equipment, intending to reconnect them for itself. However, it worried about running out of money—robots are not allowed to steal human property. It pushed open the door to the scrap warehouse and was met with a dense pile of disassembled robot bodies. Heads, limbs, and bodies were grouped in three piles, nearly reaching the ceiling. Its treads slowly rolled in. The stench of motor oil was so strong it nearly disabled its electronic nose.
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