Chapter 625 Potato Mud

Sun Jack stared blankly at the living room in front of him, watching the silver moonlight stream in through the window.

Everything had happened so fast that he couldn't grasp what had actually occurred.

"Moon?"

Sun Jack looked through the window at the round moon in the sky, almost thinking he had seen it wrong, but he quickly confirmed that it was indeed the moon, the one that had once been blown into a Moon Ring.

The wall clock on his left showed the humidity, temperature, and the time, March 2, 2113, at 3:13 PM.

As time ticked by, when it reached four in the morning, Sun Jack suddenly moved, and a mechanical voice echoed from his speaker. "Automatic cleaning begins."

Sun Jack, with his round body, began to move silently along the path memorized in his memory map.

He didn't just sweep the floor; he meticulously cleaned the dust off tables and various household appliances as well.

As he passed a mirror, Sun Jack saw his reflection.

He looked like a disc, entirely white with black or gray details, approximately 30-35 centimeters in diameter, and about 10 centimeters high.

On his top center, there was also a simple control panel with a few intuitive and easy-to-understand function buttons, both classic and minimalistic.

By the time the homeowners woke up, Sun Jack had just finished cleaning and retreated to a corner to silently charge up, with all kinds of trash flowing through the base station's pipes into the sewer.

A couple walked out of a bedroom on the left, the woman with short, dark red hair was clearly pregnant, and she nestled sweetly in the arms of a tall man, smiling. "I'm finally going to be a dad, how do you feel, happy?"

The man gently stroked his lover's hair. "Happy, of course I'm happy. Don't worry, I'll definitely get the best maternity service robot to take care of you."

"I don't want that, just having you and our baby by my side is all I need."

"My dear, you are so wonderful. In the future, you will definitely be the best mother in the world."

"Of course, maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but being pregnant doesn't feel good at all, my feet are swollen, Potato Mud, come over."

Sun Jack, hearing someone call out his custom keyword, immediately turned and rolled over; he went to his owner's feet, allowing her to rest her slippered feet on him.

"Potato Mud, keep Mom company; I'm off to work." The male owner gently kissed the woman and then turned to leave.

Time slowly passed, and Sun Jack carried on with his daily task of cleaning. As an N1 intelligence level robotic vacuum, his capabilities were limited, but with the birth of the two lovely daughters, he gained an additional task, to be their mount during their playtime fights.

The innocent girls always thought he was alive and sometimes even played rough with him.

"Mom, why can't Potato Mud talk by himself? He can only mimic some of the things we say?" The younger daughter, leaning into her mother's arms, curiously asked as she looked up.

"Because Potato Mud is an old model of cleaning robot, let's get your dad to buy a new one sometime."

"Hmm...let's not, if we get a new one, then we'd have to throw Potato Mud away. I really like Potato Mud; it can be ridden like a horse, and it also cleans. One time, when my feet were dirty, he even helped me wipe them. It was ticklish and felt so nice."

While the older daughter prattled on, she didn't notice that their mother, scrolling through messages on her phone, had a cold expression on her face.

As time passed day by day, the atmosphere at home began to change. The couple started arguing, and with the arguments, their once-present love had vanished without a trace, leaving only hatred on their faces, until they eventually escalated to physical violence.

Various appliances and dishes were shattered all over the place.

Meanwhile, the two daughters, only four or five years old, hid next to the robotic vacuum, shivering as if to huddle together for warmth or perhaps to protect Sun Jack.

Eventually, the household arguments calmed down, leaving only suffocating oppression. One day, on the sofa, the man and woman sat at opposite ends with a white paper placed on the coffee table in the middle.

Soon, the house that had once echoed with laughter no longer held the male owner's presence, and the woman's face grew evermore grim and harsh.

"I'm telling you, this is all your dad's fault! Men are no good! Remember, from now on, you are not allowed to see him! Did you hear me?"

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

Upon hearing her daughters' definitive responses, a relieved smile finally appeared on the crying mother's face as she hugged her daughters tightly.

"I am the only one who truly loves you unconditionally, alright? Motherly love is the greatest love in the world! Repeat it with me! Say it!"

Watching their completely changed mother, the daughters looked uneasy and nodded, repeating after her.

"Motherly love is the greatest love in the world." Sun Jack, detecting a high repetition of words in the environment, automatically recorded the phrase into his language bank.

"Look, Potato Mud agrees with Mom's idea, so you must completely forget that man in the future! Do you understand?"

As the three went to bed, Sun Jack resumed cleaning, and time seemed to pass little by little. To him, the entire home was his world, a world that seemed to have returned to tranquility.

However, during a cleaning task six months later, Sun Jack scanned a needle under the sofa and under the bed. Based on the current child mode, he automatically marked the needle and highlighted it as dangerous.

Yet, despite his highlighted warning, the woman showed no reaction, and when he cleaned again the next day, the syringe was still there. As time slowly passed, the number of syringes with needles began to increase.

Accompanied by the increase in needles, other men started appearing in the house, and according to previous settings, Sun Jack automatically increased the disinfectant level.

Gradually, the sharp syringes not only appeared under the bed but even on the living room floor, and the places he marked and highlighted grew increasingly numerous and eventually inevitably jammed the cleaning rollers.

Sun Jack began to issue an automatic alarm, but no one came to maintain him. As the needles continued to multiply, the woman's weight dropped drastically, and her eyes nearly sank in.

As cleaning time arrived, Sun Jack resumed cleaning, but the syringes jamming the roller emitted a piercing scraping sound on the floor. With a loud thud, Sun Jack was kicked away.