Lucas named Robot(1)

I was walking aimlessly in the middle of the most luxurious part of the city. This is the territory of the first-class citizens of the country, no one except scientists, engineers or high-ranking civil servants can enter. It would not have been possible for me to come here anywhere, but the officials gave me a little red card when I was allowed to roam freely, the power of this card is unlimited. No one except a very big scientist or a very high government official can use this red card, I was probably spared. It can be used to access any area in any vehicle, any hotel, restaurant or leisure facility, and even access government-controlled secret institutions. To test the power of this card, I came back from the super-nuclear weapons factory.

Today is the last day of the last week of my life. I'm supposed to be back at the space station tomorrow at noon. In the evening the spacecraft will take me on my final journey. It's no use trying to forget it, it's stuck in my head like a demented dream.

I noticed a bit of excitement as I walked past a Samrant mall. Several police cars are parked, armed police, guns are drawn, and hesitate at every corner of the road. It looked like they had surrounded quite a bit of the area, must have caught a few Robotron. The Robotron are the most powerful and advanced tribe of robots. Five years ago a law was passed to destroy them, although the Robotron clan was created by humans, they refused to accept this law of humans. A large number of Robotrons flee the area, only to be tracked down and killed. Robotics are not living beings, they are machines, so the term murder does not apply to them, but to hide they have taken on such a wonderful human form that nowadays it is impossible to tell which is human and which is Robotron without dissection. I'm the broken Robotron at the museum. See, I've never seen a real Robotron, so I stood there with a bit of curiosity.

People were coming out of the mall, I was trying to guess who among them might be a robot. No one feels like a robot, men, women, or children, of all ages and sizes. At that time, two young people were seen rushing out, no doubt that they were robots. The police officer standing at the door stopped them and asked them all the questions. Immediately the police officer gave them some order and like two obedient children they went to the wall and stood up straight. The police officer spoke to who knows who was in the square box around his neck for a while then pulled out the megaphone and announced loudly that no one would be within a hundred feet of these two robots, they would now be destroyed.

I looked at these two young people in amazement, they were robots. What a sweet-looking girl and what a dark shade of sadness! The boy looked at the girl's face for a while and said what he said, the girl kept her head down for a while, and when she raised her head, her eyes were full of tears. The boy now hugs the girl and then let's go. The two people bowed their heads and came back to the wall, nodding their heads and saying they were ready. The police officer raised his huge handgun, turned the meter to determine what to do, and then shot the girl straight in the chest. I jumped up and grabbed the front rail, feeling like a flash of blood would come out, but nothing happened. There was a hole about four inches in diameter in the chest, a few electric sparks, and some black smoke coming out. The girl trembled and tried to stand on the wall with great difficulty and at one point her knee broke. The boy bit his lip and glared at the police officer. The huge hand weapon was now held high at him.

There is no qualitative difference between destroying a robot and destroying a bicycle. So the scene of destroying a bicycle should be no more difficult than the scene of destroying a robot. But the sight of the girl's pained face and the boy's expressionless biting of his lip struck me hard. Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself rushing to grab the police officer's hand.

The police officer jerked his hand away and looked at me in surprise. I said, wait for a second!

The police officer paused as he pulled the trigger, keeping an eye on the two robots out of the corner of his eye, asking, "What's the matter?"

I took the red card out of my pocket, and as if by magic, the police officer lowered his weapon and bowed his head with a smile on his face. I handed him the red card, he inserted it into the communication box slung around his waist, this red from the main computer. Bring out the identity of the card owner. After my face appeared in the box, he matched his face with mine and returned the card and said, "What can I do for you?"

I pointed at the robot boy and said, I need this robot.

I doubt the police officer would have been so surprised if he had been struck by lightning. He quickly normalized his expression and said, do you need it?

yes

Well, whatever you want. Then lowered his voice and said, you must know that they are extremely dangerous.

I know