Interstellar World: Arc 8.4

A few minutes later, the ground had wailing figures.

Ghar left with Bai Lixin without a backward glance, leaving only dust flying all over the ground.

Graverson looked around and found no more fighters.

Fighting through the pain of his broken bones, he ran up to the inferior counter droid in fury, slapping the counter droid hard on the head, "You too, go fight!"

The counter robot paused and replied in an electronic voice, "Hello master, please enter the correct command statement."

"I told you to go to battle!" Giving the counter droid another hard knock on the head, Graverson pointed to where Ghar and Bai Lixin had gone, "Look at the fighting power of that droid. Aren't you a droid too? Go fight! "

The counter droid paused longer this time before asking anew in an electronic voice, "Hello master, please enter the correct command statement."

"Ahhhhh!!! You're pissing me off!" Graverson shouted, jumping up and slapping the metal head of the counter droid several times in quick succession, "You're pissing me off, you stupid droid!"

"Hello master, I'm a counter robot, not a stupid robot. Master, just a friendly reminder. The backs of your hands are mainly made up of fat and protein. Your heavy blows to the mighty me will only injure you. "

Graverson retracted his arm and looked at the red and swollen palms before storming off, "I'm so pissed off!"

"Hello Master, your lung function appears normal. However, I have detected a serious fracture in your arm. If you do not receive treatment, there is a 60% chance of disability. Please take the time to treat it."

Graverson stopped howling, only then remembering his still vaguely painful arm.

He glared in the direction Bai Lixin departed, gritting his teeth in hatred, "Wait for me!"

"Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you take me to the hospital now!" Graverson turned to shout at the droid again, "Take me to the hospital."

"Yes, master. When humans are threatened, protect them first and foremost. "

The counter droid made of black iron easily took Graverson in its arms and turned back to the people still in line, "Humans, I need to escort my master to the hospital. The exchange supplies are here. Please feel free to leave a substitute that you can exchange supplies for before you go and pick them up yourselves. "

As soon as the words left his mouth, the crowd stirred. After dropping the scraps on the ground, everyone scrambled for the supplies.

Graverson's heart was bleeding as he watched his supplies being grabbed.

He pointed at the counter droid and cursed, "You, they've taken all my supplies, they've taken them!"

"Greetings master, they were exchanging supplies, not robbing. Look, they have put down all the valid items. " The counter droid began to dart through the city carrying Graverson, "Human safety is the most important rule. The first thing I need to do before anything else is to keep you safe. "

Watching his supplies dwindle, Graverson ached, "You go collect my goods. I can go on my own! "

"But my master has given me orders. I must strictly adhere to this directive of escorting you to the hospital. "

Where in the world did I get such a stupid robot to torture myself?

The original owner's home was a small twenty-square-foot place built out of tin, with no boiler in the house because he didn't need to cook for himself. The city is hot in the middle of the year, so there was no need to burn charcoal. This dark "home" consisted of a stone table and a few roughly made chairs, in addition to a plank bed.

Ghar bent his head to enter the house, and when he lifted it, the top of his head was almost on the roof of the house.

This was the best that the original owner could do, given the lack of supplies.

There were plenty of unused lands, but the difficulty in building a house was not the land, but the materials to build it.

In a barren desert, only a few desert lizards occasionally crawl through, but otherwise, there is no other life.

In such conditions, water and food are so scarce that even supplies have to be traded to other planets. Building materials are only available from the occasional rubbish that falls or is discharged onto the planet.

That's why Graverson was like the king of this planet.

"Ghar, do you know what's happening on Helium right now?"

Bai Lixin asked Ghar, who was standing straight and erect after looking around the room before finding a relatively clean place to sit.

Ghar shook his head, "No, I was thrown onto this planet three years ago."

"Three years ago?" Bai Lixin thought about the timing, "You mean you were thrown here before the simulated robots were put on the market? Who dropped you here? "

"It was Dr. Manskoo. I was created as simulated robot #0 but had numerous problems. In addition to having no facial expressions and being unable to parse emotions, I had a blurred concept of "human" and an understanding of the Three Laws. In Dr. Manskoo's opinion, I was a problematic failure. But Dr. Manskoo didn't want to recycle me, so he simply exiled me here. "

"But you were able to say with a high degree of certainty before that Dr. Manskoo was moving with droid 3 with him and that there were 10,000 droids in your batch. So how did you learn of this if you were exiled early to the garbage planet? "

"I was made six years ago and was used as a study case for the scientists because of all the serious problems I had. After that, robots 1, 2, and 3 were created. When robot 3 was created, it had all the attributes of perfection and was known as the most successful simulated robot. Dr. Manskoo was so enamoured with it that he kept it with him."

"Then, four years ago, the simulation robots were all in bulk, a total of ten thousand units to be precise. Dr. Manskoo tested them numerous times to make sure they were all perfect before putting them on the market. It was before they were put on the market that I was thrown here. "

'And the reason for that? There's no reason why they would suddenly dump you on a garbage planet after staying at the research base for three years, right? There must be some direct reason, right? "

Ghar nodded, his voice one tone and pitch from start to finish, "Because I attacked the 3."

Bai Lixin froze slightly, "Why did you attack Machine 3? Do droids have conflicts with each other too? "

"Not really, Machine 3 is the perfect robot. I just didn't want to stay at that research base anymore because the scientists would keep doing experiments on me, constantly stimulating me with all kinds of information from the outside world to test my way of thinking to get more perfect numerical parameters. The results of my thinking told me that by staying there, that kind of thing would never end. I couldn't attack the humans, so after some judicious thinking on my part, attacking droid 3 was the easiest and quickest way to leave the base. "

"So you pretended to attack Machine 3?" Bai Lixin was surprised. Did Ghar have an attack memory implanted in his chip?

"No, I didn't pretend." I ripped off one of its arms. Professor Manskoo was so enraged that he exiled me to the Garbage Planet. A year ago, I was wandering around and happened to meet Professor Manskoo and Droid 3. Afraid that I would hurt it, Professor Manskoo left after a few words of conversation with me."

Ghar's voice was constant from beginning to end, with no change in expression.

He recounted his experiences since creation to Bai Lixin as if he were telling someone else's story.

Bai Lixin was upset, not because there was a robot around Mangskoo, but because of Ghar's experts.

Just because he is a robot doesn't mean he should be constantly experimented on.

Robots could simulate human thought processes, and some were even fitted with pain-simulating devices. Is such a robot still a normal robot?

Science never ends, but science must first be based on humanity.

Was this inhumanity really the work of his lover?

Wasn't Manskoo his lover? He knew his lover too well; this was not the way he acted.

Bai Lixin's thoughts rolled over as he looked up and beckoned to Ghar, tapping the spot beside him, "Come, sit with me."

Ghar nodded and walked with even steps to Bai Lixin's side before sitting down.

The moment he sat down, Bai Lixin stood up and cradled Ghar's head, "I'm sorry for Dr. Manskoo's behaviour. In this short time together, I can see that even though you are unable to make facial expressions, you do have emotions and you do not deserve to be treated that way. Please be rest assured that as long as I live, I will not let you be subjected to such inhuman treatment again. "

The other party was clearly just a robot, and Ghar would probably have trouble even analyzing the meaning of his words. But somehow, Bai Lixin couldn't help but want to promise Ghar this.

The thought came from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but feel that he'd regret it if he didn't do it.

He held Ghar's head and stroked his hair now and then.

Ghar's head was buried in Bai Lixin's arms. And the moment he heard his promise, he had a stunned expression. The expression lasted less than a second before it returned to expressionless. Wrapping his arms around Bai Lixin's waist, Ghar said in a gentle tone, "Thank you for your promise, master. I will bear it in mind.