Revenge...can't bring anything.

Revenge is an empty flame, the fire of hatred burns out the enemy and burns itself. When everything is burned, all the remaining ones are pale ashes. The heartless black machine wanders alone on the wasteland, and all the beauty and ugliness turn into ashes in an instant. The volcano in the distance erupts with black smoke columns, and the red melting flow slowly spreads. The earth is dried up, the sky is blocked by lead-like dark clouds, and the sun can no longer shine on the ground...

Is this the world you want?

Is such a revenge... meaningful?

[No, this is for justice! The evil mastermind must be punished! Everything about it is the target we must destroy.]

[Sin requires punishment, and the blood of innocent people can only be repaid with blood! Thrace is too powerful, and our revenge can only be carried out in a roundabout way... "Bora" has been built, and the only one who has the ability to stop us is the seven robots who participated in the war back then. The suffering that once descended on the Persian people will be repaid a hundred times to the people of Thrace!]

[This is a dirty revenge flowing with black and dirty blood... Sahat, you have no room for opposition. Don't forget who created you. Don't forget that you are the only highest-level artificial intelligence left in Persia! National hatred and family hatred, you can't escape this responsibility!]

I understand...father.

If revenge is your wish, then I will fulfill your wish.

Sahat, who was once the most advanced artificial intelligence in the Persian Kingdom and focused on the greening and transformation technology in the desert area, is the current Pluto "Pluto". The black giant hung down his head dejectedly, and his demon-like body shone with a matte luster in the dark light. He turned his head unconsciously and looked at the decorative vase on the workbench. The plastic flowers in the bottles are always blooming, revealing a clumsy and false beauty.

As an artificial intelligence, I cannot resist the father who created me. One day, the flame of revenge will burn myself and my father to ashes. But before that... the most powerful country in the world today will be buried with me.

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After more than ten hours of high-intensity mechanical surgery, Dr. Tianma collapsed on the chair and gave two pills to boost his spirit with tea. On the operating table in front of him, Astro Boy's body had been completely repaired. But the little boy was still in a state of sleep.

"It is worthy of being Dr. Tianma... the surgical skills are perfect." Dr. Chashui, who had a big nose and a round head, walked in. He paid attention to Dr. Tianma's repair work throughout the process. In other words, the old man also devoted himself to more than ten hours. Not only to learn Dr. Tianma's skills and techniques, but more because of his concern for Astro Boy.

"...It's not worth mentioning." Dr. Tianma wiped his glasses and lenses. The man with gloomy facial features had a hooked nose. His cheeks were long and his curled hair was combed neatly. His eyes looked gloomy, and a pair of dead fish eyes always stared firmly at a little, giving people an extremely gloomy feeling.

"What did you pour into Astro Boy's brain?"

Dr. Tianma's gloomy eyes were blocked by the reflection of the lenses. He sat motionless for a while, and then said:

“Breaking balanced emotions.”

Dr. Chashui once carefully checked Astro Boy who was trapped in a vegetative state. His electronic brain was trapped in a kind of vicious cycle, or endless calculations. This calculation was formed by excessively heavy emotional blows, and the original personality began to collapse under this impact, calculate, and then reorganized bit by bit.

The key lies in this "computation". Astro Boy's electronic brain tries to combine the best personality in endless thinking logic. This calculation takes too long, so that the entire electronic brain falls into a trap. Various personalities form a balance of struggle in Astro Boy's brain, so that the new personality cannot be reorganized for a long time.

“…What emotions?”

Dr. Chashui asked nervously. He had also thought about the possibility of this technology. However, the uncertainty was too great and it was very likely that it would have an irreversible impact on Astro Boy's original personality, so this operation was not carried out.

Dr. Tianma raised his head and stared at Dr. Chashui, as if resenting him for the reason why he was so focused on the root cause.

"Hate. Sad. Negative emotions. Extreme negative emotions."

“…………”

The laboratory fell into a dead silence.

"……Why?"

"Experiments have proved that this is the most effective method I have mastered. Only the most extreme negative emotions can break the balance of calculation..." Dr. Tianma picked up his coat from the back of the chair and draped it on his shoulders, "So I used it for Astro Boy."

Dr. Chashui held his forehead in pain.

Even if Astro Boy wakes up, can this innocent child still maintain his whiteness as before? I wonder how his personality will suddenly become after this test...

He did not notice another meaning in Dr. Tenma's words: he had practiced this technique before Astro Boy.

Dr. Tianma left on his own. He seemed not to want to stay here to observe the robot's subsequent reaction. His thin back looked very desolate. This was the man who created Astro Boy and then abandoned Astro Boy. He once publicly promoted that Astro Boy was a failure and that the robot could never have the human heart. But when the boy had an accident, he rushed back to Japan again and performed surgery on this little robot that simulated his grandson... I'm afraid even he could not confirm his feelings.

Astro Boy. In order to save you, I will transform into a devil.

This sentence always echoed in his own heart.

Humans, they are really weak creatures. Dr. Tianma thought to himself.

Another robot awakened by negative emotions... When he accidentally thought of this person, Dr. Tianma unconsciously showed a look of fear. If Astro Boy also became such a dangerous robot...

He sighed silently.

After all, no one can grasp the future. No one can predict whether the actions at this moment are right or wrong.

Three hours after Dr. Tenma left, Astro Boy, who was lying in the laboratory, opened her eyes.

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【Compared with what I calculated, there was a slight fluctuation in the situation.】

In the cold and spacious room, the motor made a low buzzing sound. A teddy bear doll was placed on a wooden chair. The little teddy bear also had a white bow tie tie around its neck. It looked harmless.

【The main location of the computer room, I hope you don’t smoke anymore.】

The middle-aged man took a sip of the cigar without any concern and let out a sip of smoke. He sat opposite the teddy bear, sprinkled the ashes at will, and then stomped out the few cigarette butts with the soles of his feet.

This face may be the most well-known face in the world. A middle-aged man named Alexander, whose years of power have soaked every trace of his face. In the shadows, his face looks like a cunning like a carnivorous beast.

"Huh... As a public figure, it's hard to find a chance to smoke happily, Dr. Luzbelt. Let me relax for a few minutes. If the central computing system we spend billions of every year will be defeated by smoke ashes, I have to think carefully about whether the budget is worth it... You know, how many people in Congress are waiting for me to reveal their flaws."

[According to my calculations, I have the political achievements of conquering the Persian Kingdom at a very small cost. No one can shake your authority within five years, Mr. Alexander.]

"Um... Is it possible to be re-elected again?" As if he was scratched to the itch, the current president of the United States of Thrace showed a complacent expression, "Speaking of it, Darius XIV's final trial is about to begin. It's really refreshing to watch this old opponent disappear into this world."

[……The seven strongest robots on the earth should have been wiped out one by one, but… there seems to be an invisible force interfering with our actions. I just felt that the radio waves of the dead Astro Boy seemed to have revived again… and Epsron also reasonably left Australia with unknown reasons, which has departed from the range of variables that should be included in the plan.]

"What's the matter? Anyway, they will find the robot in the end. When they fight to the point where both sides will be injured, we will just get a bargain." President Alexander happily spread his hands. The expression on his face was quite lively, and the affinity that was often used in the speech was vivid and flexible. Unfortunately, there was an artificial intelligence on the opposite side and he could not understand his long-trained body language.

[...His Excellency President, I suggest preparing for Plan B. Although there are no major problems in the calculation, I personally feel very bad.]

"Feeling?!" Alexander laughed, "Dr. Luzbelt, artificial intelligence talks about 'feelings'? It's too metaphysical. You don't have to take the filing of joking like Solution B. You just need to do your own thing well. Ah, everything is for the prosperity of the United States of Thrace - what a wonderful goal! I hope you can discuss something meaningful with me next time I see you, instead of wasting my time with some robot "feelings". Goodbye, Luzbelt."

【…Goodbye, His Excellency President Alexander.】

As the middle-aged man left, the teddy bear sitting on the chair remained silent for a long time until it was swallowed by the darkness.

Behind it are countless server arrays, and countless lights flash like stars. The highest secret location in the United States of Thrace, the most powerful central artificial intelligence on the earth, code-named "Dr. Luzbelt".

In the darkness, the teddy bear's figure seemed to be taller.

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In the tavern, the Greek robot sat on the stool with a stone sculpture-like face expressionless face. The prosecutor poured him a glass of catalyst, and the martyr Iragu pinched the wine glass, tilted his neck and poured it down.

"Plan to siege? It's not like your style."

The hair on the Greeks' head was shaved into a neat flat head. This strong man looked very typical and stereotypical. The martyr Iragu, known as the Greek "God of Fighting", is the only mecha fighting king on this planet who can tie with Brandt, and a national treasure-level robot in Greece.

On the beach, Greece also built a stone statue for him, which was in the same position as the ancient stone sculptures that had been through thousands of years. The iconic movement of the God of Fighting was preserved by obsidian. It stood high on the platform and pointed one hand into the distance, just like pointing to the next challenger who was overestimating his abilities.

Only a very few people knew that this action was a challenge. A challenge to the Turkish fighting king Brandt. These two men who met in the Persian war appreciated each other and formed a deep friendship. As long as Brandt made a call, the martyr Iragu immediately put down everything in his hands and rushed over immediately.

"The glory of the warriors is nothing in front of the safety of their families. As long as I can ensure the safety of my wife and children, what is the siege? I even specially got military armor from Gaijit."

Brandt poured a mouthful of catalyst disapproval. The nuclear melting furnace buried in his chest continued to emit low-energy energy to maintain his operation. But as long as he thought, this nuclear melting furnace could support the energy supply of the entire military combat armor without any pressure.

"Cunning...oh, it doesn't seem to be the emotion we should have." The prosecutor shook his wine glass thoughtfully.

"Cunning is nothing." Martyr Iragu turned his joints, "On the battlefield, what we learned is... murderous intention."

The cold power represented by these two words makes people feel goose bumps all over their body, Brandt's face is cold, and Gadget frowned. Although the Greeks spoke more aggressively, they have to admit that his speech was indeed true.

All three people present participated in the Persian war, and on the battlefield, these highest-performance robots were constantly polished through thousands of killings. The most exquisite and clever electronic brains allowed them to experience a feeling that was quite similar to human emotions.

Among them, the darkest emotional impulse is murderous intention.

“…We are evolving.”

The Greeks said coldly.

Gadget suddenly raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly dissipated, as if he was communicating with someone in the void. A few seconds later, the Interpol prosecutor stood up with joy.

"Epslang is also coming to Turkey."
Chapter completed!