"I'm missing this signature and date. I forgot it at the time. Can't I sign it now? I have to go all over again."
"This signature must match the date at that time. If you sign it now, it means it does not match the previous date. If you sign it with a past date, it is a forgery."
In front of a service window, a white-collar worker was arguing with a work robot.
In fact, in the eyes of onlookers, he makes a lot of sense.
All the materials are complete, but among the preparation materials, there is one page that requires a personal signature and date. When he was preparing the materials, he must have missed signing it. There are too many pages of materials, and sometimes omissions occur.
You never imagine what stupid mistakes a person can make.
If it were an ordinary staff member doing this, they would just send the materials back and let them handle it themselves.
He directly wrote a date in the past on the spot, signed his name, and it was done.
But this work robot is not good enough, so I have to scrap this page of materials and let him do it again.
You must know that this is a document from last year. He still has to run it from beginning to end, and he may not even be able to escape.
Doesn't this cost lives?
Anyone who has gone through the process knows how tiring it is, mainly because of the mental fatigue.
The white-collar worker continued to pester and yell.
However, not long after, two security robots came and dragged him out.
Then there was a "bang" gunshot, and amidst everyone's horror, everything fell silent.
"Isn't it? Even if he yells twice, he will be shot?" Everyone looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears.
"It's just a warning shot." Someone quickly saw what was going on outside and said immediately.
"It's scary. It turns out it's what the tribe does. Then it'll be fine." Everyone covered their chests.
However, after this incident, everyone immediately felt that it was not unacceptable to run the process again.
At least it's better than being frightened by a shot, isn't it?
Discussions about related incidents soon spread on the Internet.
"We need robot clerks that are more flexible, not so rigid that they are inhumane."
"Isn't this bad? If it were flexible, wouldn't it be the same as before?"
"I used to be able to be accommodating, but now if I make a small mistake, I have to go back a lot of the way, which is exhausting. Some things just get stuck because some materials are completely unavailable."
Everyone was talking a lot.
Some people are standing now, some are standing over.
However, this has nothing to do with Hua Gang.
He is enjoying great power.
But the good times did not last long, and soon another robot empire emerged called Daxi Dynasty.
As soon as this empire rises, fight with him.
He had no choice but to use the technology he had mastered to upgrade his robot system.
He has come up with complete systems for raw material processing, semiconductor technology, chips, industrial machines, and all kinds of technologies.
As a result, his robot army finally gained the upper hand in terms of production speed and combat effectiveness.
However, the opponent is also upgrading, and every time he gets stronger by one version, the opponent will also improve by one version.
In short, it is impossible to stand still.
If updates are stagnant, the battle lines will be pushed over.
He had no choice but to rack his brains, find ways to innovate and select talents...
As time went by, he realized that he might as well be a fool...
Leave the technology to others to use, and elect a cabinet to manage this huge empire on his behalf.
"It turns out that this is what power is like. Too much power and too much pressure." He sighed.
He huddled in the 10,000-square-meter bed in the harem.
On this day, he was rolling around and suddenly realized, is this any different from before?
"Before establishing the empire, I rolled on the big bed; after establishing the empire, I still rolled on the big bed. Wasn't this empire built in vain? What on earth did I spend these decades working on?"
He feels he is bored.
He felt that his youth was wasted.
He wanted to go back and enjoy himself.
He doesn't want to build an empire.
If you think about it carefully, the Alliance never said anything about killing him, just cut him open and look at it.
It's just that he keeps running away, resisting, and going crazy.
If he cooperates with him properly, he will have everything he needs.
Wait, the inspection will still be done.
And now, who dares to check themselves?
Hua Gang's mind was shaken and he became determined again.
It's better to be an emperor.
In this feudal business alliance, only the emperor has the slightest ability to control destiny.
Others are just following the crowd, and they are all knives in other people's hands.
The emperor is the sword wielder.
Thinking like this, Hua Gang cheered up for a few more days, and then went back to being a faint king.
It's impossible for a robot to betray itself anyway.
Five years later, Hua Gang was trapped in the harem by the chief minister of the cabinet and a group of robots.
"Your Majesty, it's time to hit the road."
"Why, shouldn't you be loyal to me?" He pointed at the robots.
"Hahaha, their underlying commands have been changed by me a long time ago. Don't you think that if you write a command once, it will not change for life? Robots need to be maintained, modules need to be updated, and the system needs to be upgraded. There are always opportunities to change the object of allegiance. You
I play in the harem every day and don't pay attention to these things. I regret it now. I have been observing for five years. How stupid I was!" said the first assistant with a wild laugh.
Hua Gang was furious: "You bastard, how can I ever be sorry for you? I gave you so much power."
"But you can't give me a sense of security. There is always a knife hanging over my head, and I may be executed by you at any time for various inexplicable reasons." The first assistant sneered.
Hua Gang suddenly understood.
Yes, I don’t want to be pointed at by others, but I point the knife at others.
If you resist yourself, others will resist even more.
Unless you live in a vacuum, you have to live in a place where no one needs to point a knife at anyone else.
Is there such a place?
Just as he was thinking about it, he was lifted up by two robots and then hung on a high palace beam with a three-foot white silk.
He grabbed Bai Ling tightly with both hands, trying to slow down the suffocation.
Below is his 10,000-square-meter bed.
How ironic.
After death, do we still need to be this big?
Ten square meters is enough.
Hanging...
Choking, shaking, struggling.
He wants to go back to before he ascended the throne.
It turns out that being an emperor is also highly dangerous.
The level of danger is still very high.
Because he always has to be wary of everyone.
Robots are also unreliable.
You can make the robot listen to you, and others can make the robot listen to him.
What you can do, when you become lazy or tired, others will catch up.
If the great empire is like this, let alone you alone?
Unless you have the only one in the world.
By the way, I'm lucky. Don't I still have a portable grandpa?
At the last moment of his life, he began to call his grandfather.
"Come out quickly, I'm going to die. Come out and help me? My dear father, my dear grandfather, you can do anything you want me to do." He shouted in an ugly manner.
It didn't take long, in fact it couldn't take long, it only took a few minutes to suffocate.
At this time, another voice sounded.
"A chaotic mind, so delicious. Do you want the world to be destroyed?" This voice did not belong to an old man, but to a stranger.
"Destruction? Save me first." Hua Gang shouted directly, regardless of who the voice was.
"Destroy it and you will be saved."
"Then destroy it."
"All right."
Then a flash of fire appeared, and the white silk tied around the neck was burned off.
Hua Gang fell on the big bed.
He gasped for air.
At this moment, he just wanted to be free to breathe.
I don't want to expect anything else.
"You promised me, then start destroying this world."
