"Is the quality of intelligent robots bad? 》
Photos of damaged robots, as well as several articles, appeared online. As soon as these reports came out, they immediately caused waves and attracted the attention of the Army Ant Company.
“It’s really like one wave after another.”
Zhao Min didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Ever since the robot was launched, a lot of things have happened.
But it is normal. The emergence of robots means that human life style will undergo greater changes in the future.
The more things happen, it means that humans are adapting to the existence of robots.
I used to fantasize about robots entering human life, but now that robots appear, I am a little worried. Regardless of Mr. Ye’s fondness for dragons or his fear of unknown things, intelligent robots have indeed appeared and will continue to exist in the future.
"Where is he?" Zhao Min looked at Xiaoyu.
"He was looking for the cause of damage to the robots in Building 1," Xiaoyu said.
"How did you damage it?" Chen Mo carefully looked at the robot lying on the maintenance table, and after activating it, he asked.
This week, fourteen robots were damaged abnormally and were sent back for repair. Such a large amount of abnormal damage caught his attention. If the robot was used normally, it would not have failed so quickly.
He has been using the robot for so long, and the data collection has already been completed. This is definitely not a quality issue. Judging from the marks on the robot's body, it appears to be man-made damage.
Nowadays, some robot voices with poor quality have appeared on the Internet.
As the designer of the robot, he must find the cause of the robot's damage. Otherwise, the public opinion on the Internet will get louder and louder. The current online world, both at home and abroad, is in a deformed stage. If there is any news, it will be speculated by the bottomless media.
After destroying five navy companies last time, it stopped for a while.
Nowadays, navy companies dare not touch the taboo of army ant companies, but the self-media might.
"Sir, I don't remember how it was damaged." The robot at the maintenance station looked at Chen Mo.
For Chen Mo, all robots call him sir, because he is the creator of all robots, and the internal program defaults to him.
A second-generation robot walked to Chen Mo and stopped, and then said: "Brother Mo, the data during the time it was damaged has been deleted. This situation also happened to several other robots. During the time it was damaged, the usage data was deleted. "
"When used, the data is not automatically saved in the cloud?"
"No, they were not connected to the Internet during the time they were damaged. However, I found some special data inside a robot."
"What data?" Chen Mo asked.
"Fighting techniques."
The hand of the second-generation robot pointed to the screen next to the maintenance station. There were videos of fighting, Kung Fu teaching videos, and data on fighting techniques learned by the robot independently.
"It's really an idea to let the robot learn fighting skills."
Chen Mo was amused after seeing the data. Although this method of letting the robot learn is a bit crude, it does have some uses.
"Retrieve all the information of these robot owners."
"This is all the information about the robot owners who sent it back for repair." On the screen next to the maintenance station, a dozen pieces of information popped up: "They have one thing in common, they are all rich people."
"Nonsense." Chen Mo smiled and said, "Make statistics and analysis of the places they have been to in the past few days."
These people were in different places, distributed in various provinces and cities in the country, but he was sure that there must be some connection between the damage to these robots.
"The dots are integrated with the positioning system in the robot, and the lines are integrated with the position of their mobile phones. Dots of different colors represent different people."
A map pops up on the screen, marked with different lines and dots.
Normally, he would not look at or pay attention to the information collected by these positioning systems. He would only use it to find the robot when it is lost. The current situation is special and we can only investigate in this way.
"Enlarge the map of Donghai City." Chen Mo pointed to the place where the lines and dots converged: "This is right here. Where is this gathering place?"
"Freedom."
Cai Liang looked at the night club in front of him with curiosity.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the car was a man with yellow hair, one of his rich second-generation best friends. This is a high-end private club. Those who usually come in and out of here are either rich or noble, and they are the most distinguished people in Binhai City.
Recently, there has been a new program here that has attracted a lot of people’s interest.
"Huang Mao, are you sure Lan Niu can do it?" Cai Liang looked back at the Enchantress robot in the back seat.
"Yes, it definitely can." Huang Mao said firmly: "I have won several times and made a lot of money, five hundred yuan, but now my robot has been sent back to the Marching Ant Company for repair, so I trained your robot tonight. Come together. As long as they don’t discover this secret, they will definitely make a lot of money, and buying another robot won’t be a problem.”
"Okay." Cai Liang nodded and sat calmly.
The car slowly entered the venue, stopped in the parking lot, and the two got out of the car. Immediately afterwards, the robot also got off the car and followed Cai Liang.
After the two people and a robot appeared, the reception staff also came to greet them.
"Master Huang, you're here." A female supervisor looked at Huang Mao with a smile on her face: "What is this?" Then she looked at Cai Liang.
"He is Brother Liang, my best friend. Let's bring him here to play." Huang Mao said with a smile.
"Then let's go in." The female supervisor led the two people into the club, entered a stairwell, and turned to the basement: "Young Master Huang, the next show won't start in half an hour. Do you want to get your hair done first?" , or learn some foreign languages?”
"I don't need to do my hair. I'm still interested in learning foreign languages, but I'm not a quick shooter. I'll talk about it next time." The yellow-haired man glanced at the female supervisor with a smirk on his face.
"What about Brother Liang?" The female supervisor looked at Cai Liang.
"There are many foreign languages you can learn here, including Japanese, Russian, English, Korean, Vietnamese and Hindi."
"No need." Cai Liang rolled his eyes next to him. He was not very interested in these. He came here today just to see what the special program Huang Mao was talking about.
Following the female supervisor, the two quickly entered the basement.
A shout came from behind the closed door, which surprised Cai Liang slightly.
"Next, I'll show you a world you've never been exposed to." Huang Mao smiled at Cai Liang, followed the female supervisor, and pushed the door open.
Noisy, exciting, passionate and shocking, this is the atmosphere inside the door. The smells of perfume, cigarettes, wine, food, and hormones are mixed together, full of decadent and decadent smells.
On the seats, girls in scantily clad clothes, wealthy businessmen in suits and ties, young men in flamboyant costumes, usually aloof urban female white-collar workers, and jeweled socialites all shouted towards the iron cage in the center of the venue.
How serious you usually are, how crazy you are now. Everyone's eyes were filled with excitement, as if they were venting. The woman lost her usual nobility and coolness and was completely immersed in it.
Cai Liang was secretly speechless. There were many people here who looked familiar to him, and they were all serious entrepreneurs outside. He didn't expect there to be such a side.
On the iron cage in the middle of the field, two strong men were fighting. Every move was fast, accurate and hard, and they could subdue each other with one move.
Black boxing
Cai Liang was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that a high-end club with a glamorous appearance could actually have an underground black boxing venue. The two were taken into a small room. Through the glass of the room, they could overlook the arena.
"Wait a moment, someone will notify you later. This is the number." The female supervisor handed a number to Huang Mao, smiled charmingly, and left the room.
"Does it feel fresh?" Huang Mao asked.
Cai Liang rolled his eyes directly.
"It's rare to come to this kind of place. In comparison, I still like bars."
"I was racing cars or clubbing some time ago, but something new happened here recently, so I came over to play and show you some fun." Huang Mao grinned.
Ten minutes later, a big man fell to the ground with his face covered in blood, and mocking boos erupted from the seats.
The cage was cleared and a host walked into the cage. Everyone in the venue fell silent and looked at the host.
"Next, is tonight's theme: robot fighting."
(End of chapter)