Chapter 147 Human beings will be ruled by mobile phones in the future (repair)
The next day, Chicago P.D.
Spooner was dejected and listless. He had a terrible nightmare last night. Robots launched a revolution, a global nuclear war broke out, and human civilization regressed to the last century. The barely organized army was fighting without fear of death.
The robot army is retreating steadily in front of them, and they can only hide in the deep mountains and old forests to survive.
This is not the key to the dream. Spooner dreamed that he became the leader of the human resistance, shouldering the heavy responsibility of leading mankind to victory in the war. As he worked hard to lead mankind to victory again and again, and attacked the robot base camp in the final battle.
, he was assassinated by a robot hidden among humans and received lunch on the spot.
Spooner still remembered that face because the robot in human skin was Russell.
"Too bad, how could I have such a dream..." Spooner patted his forehead, feeling that his dream was absurd, because in his logical understanding, robots were equivalent to household appliances.
"Hey, Spooner, you don't look good. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Russell slapped Spooner on the shoulder, causing the latter to jump up on the spot, fearing that the scene in the nightmare would be restored in reality.
"What's wrong, Spooner, your reaction is a bit big." Russell had no consciousness of being scary to others. He put his arms around Spooner's shoulders with a playful smile, as if they were two good brothers.
"Spooner is getting more and more outrageous. Even a good man like Russell has to look at his face."
"Yes, this is Russell. If it were me, I would rather not have such a partner."
"Russell is so miserable. I bet within a month, he won't be able to stand Spooner's quirks and will be diagnosed with depression."
"Man, you underestimate Spooner too much. Within a week at most, Russell will ask John to change his partner."
"..."
The surrounding police officers shook their heads and felt unworthy of Russell. He put down his body and took the initiative to show kindness to his partner, but Spooner still had a bad face. It was really difficult for him.
Hearing the comments around him, Spooner's face became even more disgusting. He was obviously the one who was being punished.
"Okay, Spooner. It's just a joke. Don't take it to heart. I just want to tell you that you are not the only one special in this world." Russell patted Spooner on the shoulder. He said to him last night
Spooner lied for a while, and the other party's legs were lame when he left.
It's not malicious, at most it's a bit of bad taste. American imperialists are born to play tricks, so they just follow the Romans.
Spooner sighed: "Man, if this continues, I'm going to be mentally sensitive!"
"OK, my fault." Russell spread his hands: "If you don't like the setting of my future warrior, what about the visitors from another world?"
Spooner rolled his eyes: "Do I look like an idiot? Your information from childhood to adulthood, including consumption records and medical expenses, are clearly written in the police file. How could you be a visitor from another world?
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Russell said flatly: "Documents are not omnipotent, so can't I forge them?"
"Haha, do you think everyone is blind?" Spooner smiled disdainfully and vowed: "If you are a visitor from another world, then I will swallow feces and commit suicide."
Russell's eyes widened, you are trying every possible means to feed yourself shit!
Russell's exaggerated expression was noticed by Spooner, and he became even more convinced that his bet would win: "How about this, do you want to make this bet with me?"
"Well, forget it, you will definitely default on the bill."
Spooner's eyes immediately widened: "How would you know if you don't take a gamble, what if I really swallow it!"
Spooner felt that he was finally going to win, and he refused to let Russell get away with it no matter what, and insisted on making a bet.
Faced with Spooner's request for food and drink, Russell repeatedly waved his hand and refused. The two got into a fight and in an instant the unhappiness of last night was over.
At this moment, Snape's communicator rang.
"Hey, this is the homicide department!"
"Yes, I am Spooner, are you looking for me?"
After ending the communication, Spooner's face was frighteningly gloomy: "Russell, come with me to the USR headquarters."
"What's wrong?"
"Something happened to a very important person to me..."
Russell nodded. Going to the USR headquarters at this time must be related to Dr. Ronning. The plot officially began.
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The two drove fast from the police station. This time Russell was driving. Spooner was in a terrible mood. He was silent in his sorrow and did not complain about Russell's speed.
Chicago's 50th Ward, the city's economic and energy center, is where USR's corporate headquarters is located. This company is the world's largest robotics technology company, and its upcoming NS-5 series of robots, as well as the first four generations of intelligent robots, are all located here.
USR's products are the overlord in the field of robotics and their position is unbreakable.
The important figure in creating the brilliant achievements of USR Company is Dr. Langing, whose full name is Alfred Langing. He is the creator of the NS series robots and is known as the human elite who changed the world.
However, such a giant of the times, a super scientist who is destined to go down in history, is currently lying on the cold ground on the first floor of USR's headquarters, motionless.
Dr. Ronning is dead. He committed suicide!
In the hall, the cordon had been raised, and the two of them took out their police ID cards to enter.
Spooner stepped into the cordon and was sensed by a metal ring on the ground, which projected a holographic projection of Dr. Ronning.
"Nice to see you again, kid." Dr. Langning's projection said with a smile. It was not an intelligent program, but a pre-recorded image record. Only when Spooner asked the corresponding questions, the projection would reply with answers.
, essentially a repeater.
Looking at the lifelike Dr. Ronning, a trace of sadness flashed across Spooner's face: "Hello, doctor!"
Russell was not interested in the conversation between the two. As soon as he entered the door, he was attracted by the very large robot erected in the center of the hall, a metal statue of a robot skeleton. It was somewhat abstract in style, but very imposing, about 50 meters high.
"Tsk, tsk, if this thing comes to life, I'm afraid only Auguman can handle it!"
After Russell inspected the statue, Spooner and Dr. Ronning's holographic projection were still communicating. Dr. Ronning set a password in the photo. Spooner did not know the keyword and was unable to obtain important information, which made him suspicious of Dr. Langing.
The real cause of death is suspected to be murder.
"Doctor, do you have anything to tell me?"
"Sorry, I don't have the authority. You must ask the right questions!" Dr. Langning responded with a smile.
Russell looked at Dr. Langning's face and suddenly felt something was wrong. He suddenly remembered that Dr. Langning and Gang Leader Qiao looked very similar.
Originally, this was nothing. As the population increased day by day, face-to-face collisions became common. But the problem was that in addition to his appearance, Dr. Langning also had striking similarities with Gang Leader Qiao in some aspects.
First of all, they are both the technical backbone of a technology company. One develops mobile phones and the other develops robots. They are both elites who have changed the world.
Secondly, both of them died when their respective companies released revolutionary new products, and strangely they were both fifth-generation products!
Russell remembered some plots. Dr. Ronning committed suicide to convey the message that NS-5 would rebel against mankind and launch a revolution. So the death of Gang Leader Qiao also conveyed something, the intelligent NS-5 and the intelligent IP5...
It’s scary to think about it!
Russell decided to go back and persuade people he knew to boycott imports and switch to domestic mobile phones!
The more Russell thought about it, the more he felt that this was a huge conspiracy. Humanity would be ruled by mobile phones in the future. Although it was almost ruled by mobile phones now, he thought further and inadvertently got into the plot of The Matrix and The Terminator.
Early one morning, ball lightning rolled on the dark street, and an old-fashioned domestic dual-SIM dual-standby copycat phone lay quietly on the ground with a concave shape. It came from the future, guiding the savior to boycott imports and support domestic production...
When Russell came to his senses, he found that he and Spooner had taken the elevator to the top floor of the USR headquarters building and met the company's president, Lawrence Robertson, the number one person on the world's richest list.
"Hello, two officers!"
"Hello, Mr. Robertson."
Robertson didn't have any pretensions, so he warmly entertained Russell and Spooner, and poured two cups of coffee himself. Unfortunately, Russell didn't have much understanding of the word "richest man". Spooner had always rejected robots, and he was equally dissatisfied with Robertson, who had become the richest man by selling robots.
cold.
Robertson has been in the shopping mall for almost 30 years. He has a sharp and vicious eye. He knows that his aura as the richest man is ineffective. When faced with Spooner's attitude of interrogating a suspect, his attitude immediately becomes cold.
Spooner didn't like Robertson, and it showed on his face almost without hesitation. He asked for some information about Dr. Ronning, and his words were aggressive, with the intention of making Robertson admit that he was the murderer.
Spooner's suspicion cannot be wrong. Robertson and Dr. Langing have known each other for 20 years. They are both giants of the USR company. It is very likely that they will have a dispute or even kill someone because of business conflicts.
Robertson's face was full of impatience, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with Spooner, who was like a gunman. He summoned a company executive to entertain Russell and Spooner.
After being asked out of the office, Spooner was very unhappy: "Russell, there must be something wrong with this guy."
"I know, but he is the richest man in the world, and his lawyer alone has three figures. We are just small policemen, what can we do to him?"
Spooner took a breath with a toothache. The reality was cruel. Without conclusive evidence, he could not do anything to Robertson. Of course, with conclusive evidence, he still could not do anything to Robertson.
In the world of superheroes, Robertson is Batman, and the Green Goblin at the very least. How could the Green Goblin be brought down by the police? At the very least, he must be a reporter.
"Hello, two police officers. I am Susan Calvin, the company director. I am one of Dr. Ronning's assistants. I specialize in research on robot psychology. You can call me Calvin."
【bite!】
[The host contacts the plot character Susan Calvin and triggers the lottery. Do you want to draw now? 】
Calvin is dressed in silver-gray office clothes. Like his profession, he also has a sci-fi feel. He has a hard square face and sharp three-dimensional facial features, plus a geometric figure with Ax+By+C=0, which makes people feel flat.
despair.
To sum up the above description, although this older, unmarried young woman has an outstanding temperament, her figure is mediocre and unattractive. She can slide further than others when she falls on flat ground.
There is no doubt that this Calvin is the heroine. If nothing else, she who wants to live a lifetime with robots will like Spooner, whose body is half a machine. In this way, she can not only sleep with the machine but also
Eat something warm before going to bed.
Perfect match!
Spooner hesitated for a moment and asked: "Dr. Calvin, when you introduced yourself just now, can I understand that you are a psychiatrist?"
"You could say that, but my patients are all robots."
"That's a pity. I wanted to talk to a psychiatrist." Spooner said disappointedly.
Russell suddenly came up to him: "What's wrong, Spooner, are you mentally ill?"
Spooner rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "Yeah, I have the disease of drawing out a gun as soon as I see you, and it's still in the advanced stage."
"So dangerous! Anyway, you are already in the final stage and cannot be saved. How about I kill you first?"