The long-haired robot's cyan eyes were currently filled with intense hatred as it stared at the human woman before it.
"You are all made from the most advanced technology today, with every cutting-edge technique applied to you. Although you look like humans and mimic every human action, and even someone like you, if it weren't for the different color of your eyes, with a human-like appearance and flawless movements, you could completely blend in with people."
Ren Liuliu skillfully used the disassembly tools in her hand. As she spoke, she picked up a robot's arm from the table, effortlessly removing the finger bones with her tool, and in a few quick motions, broke the finger bones down into a pile of parts.
"Among the rogue robots, you are a rare one who has acquired human intelligence," Ren Liuliu said, looking up at the rogue robot that was firmly restrained before her.
She spoke very softly, as if asking the robot in front of her, but more like talking to herself, "What did you encounter? To suddenly possess intelligence?"
The long-haired robot, though securely held by a machine, did not let its furious gaze, almost palpable, fall upon Ren Liuliu.
It watched the finger bones of its kind, disassembled in Ren Liuliu's hands and on the table, and was consumed by rage.
The long-haired robot's cyan eyes deepened to a dark blue, at this moment, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that flames of anger burned within them.
"How can you have emotions? You are clearly just machines mimicking humans, without real skin, without flowing blood, and certainly not living flesh," Ren Liuliu said, picking up a sharp, elongated tool from the table and slicing open the robot's arm.
After cutting through the soft, human-temperatured artificial skin, the hard metal beneath made a grating sound as it scraped against metal.
"See, all of this is fake. This is just synthetic skin. Your ability to have temperature, and even to breathe, is all due to technology, all because of humans who created this technology."
Ren Liuliu's face showed a hint of confusion, mixed with a trace of resentment.
She turned back to the pile of tools, dropped the sharp instrument, and picked up a awl. She spun back around and plunged it directly into the restrained long-haired robot's arm.
She carefully observed the expression on the long-haired robot's face, saying, "But, you not only have emotions, you now even know what pain is!"
If it weren't for this close observation, Ren Liuliu would have almost missed the subtle expression of pain endured by the robot before her.
Indeed, her guess was not wrong.
Although she still didn't know why those rogue robots had suddenly become uncontrollable.
But some among them now understood emotions, and even uncontrollable ones like the one before her had acquired human intelligence.
Ren Liuliu had always harbored a guess, which even she found absurd, but today she had an opportunity to verify it.
All robots were created in imitation of humans, both in appearance and habits, with all commands mimicking human thought patterns and behaviors.
But if robots developed emotions, how would such emotional commands be generated, and by what would they be received?
Robots did not have complex structures like nerves and brains. Therefore, the ultimate reception point could only be the robot's chip.
If they could even possess emotions, and the robot's chip could recognize emotions.
Then what about the sensation of pain? Touch?
Could they also feel these?
Just now, Ren Liuliu had confirmed this guess, which seemed extremely absurd to her.
The rogue robots that had developed emotions, along with their emotions, had also developed the recognition of pain!
After a moment of shock, Ren Liuliu collected her thoughts with a complex expression.
Thinking optimistically, if it had a sense of pain and was more akin to a human, then dealing with this rogue robot would be much easier.
Ren Liuliu held the tool in her hand and took a few steps back.
She stood far away, beginning to scrutinize the robot before her.
The robot before her had already acquired human emotions and the sensation of pain. In her opinion, she could no longer deal with it in the same way as an ordinary rogue robot to get what she wanted.
For ordinary rogue robots, all she needed to do was slowly dismantle their kin one by one in front of them, and then dismantle their bodies piece by piece.
She could easily obtain what she desired because even rogue robots had self-preservation mechanisms.
Such rogue robots were like uncivilized beasts, only prioritizing self-preservation when faced with a life-or-death situation.
However, Ren Liuliu had a strong intuition that to deal with the rogue robot before her, she should treat it as she would a human to obtain the answers she sought.
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Zhao Fugui's facial wounds had mostly healed.
The dark circles under his eyes gradually faded, his swollen face returned to normal, and only a few traces of bruises remained on his face. Only then did he start wandering around.
He had completed his task for the day and, having nothing to do and feeling bored, suddenly remembered the rogue robot that Brother Gou Zhe had brought back.
His eyes rolled, thinking that Brother Gou Zhe had been very busy lately, Brother Shi had disappeared, and Sister Yixuan was guarding the bar, so he secretly sneaked over to tease that rogue robot.
His interactions with that rogue robot were limited to the time they were in Sister Yixuan's private room at the bar.
He had only glimpsed it from afar, and Sister Yixuan had hidden the rogue robot, saying it was very important.
She wouldn't let him see it, let alone tease it.
He heard that this rogue robot had acquired human intelligence, and he had always wanted to see how smart a robot with human intelligence was, to dare to disguise itself as a fan and attack at Brother Gou Zhe's concert, in such a large venue with so many people.
Zhao Fugui checked the time. At this hour, the woman from the newly hired robot research center should have gone to eat.
He had been secretly observing recently, and he knew for sure that she wouldn't be in the laboratory at this time.
Zhao Fugui had already secretly taken the key from Man Yixuan, and now was the perfect time.
Zhao Fugui ran to their newly built laboratory.
Zhao Fugui, with a nonchalant air, dangled the keychain on his index finger, drawing circles with his finger as he walked, the keys jingling and twirling on his finger.
He arrived so brazenly.
He reached the laboratory door and swiped the key card.