Love letters are not allowed in exorcism notes

Chapter 1034: Money or Face

"Why can't the robot servant resist that mecha? It's just an antique!"

The congressman, whose body had been 80 percent mechanized, pounded the table hard.

As news from the front continued to be summarized, the mood of the hastily convened Supreme Council members could be said to be quite complicated.

It feels like when you wake up in the morning, drinking soy milk and eating fried dough sticks, and are thinking about what flavor of instant noodles to buy after receiving this month's salary, when your boss suddenly calls you to inform you that everyone thinks you are very talented and has unanimously agreed that you will be the new legal representative of the company. You should take office immediately and your future achievements will be limitless.

In short, I was completely confused.

"First, the combat capability of the royal servitors themselves is not strong. According to Article 96 of the Basic Agreement, the power of the weapons carried by the servitors must be kept below the safety line. Under the premise of being able to deal with threats to social security, they themselves will not become a security risk."

"Secondly, the Guardian Association Headquarters Collection No. 2276 has been restored to normal functionality after being repaired and has been used many times. The most recent use was at last year's Christmas banquet..."

The female humanoid mechanical puppet on the central pillar of the hall explained calmly and politely with her hands folded in front of her.

"That's enough! I don't want to hear this! Answer my question! Why couldn't the servitor stop that antique? Wasn't it just a large toy that could only walk?"

"Correction, Collection No. 2276 is not a toy. It is recorded as a weapon in all the documents and archives. The main reason why the drivers in the past could not bring out the true power of this weapon was that they had not undergone systematic training and could not withstand the overload caused by the movement of the mecha... The specific case was seventeen years ago, when Emerson, the second son of the Lowe family, wanted to..."

"Don't fool me with these ridiculous reasons! Answer my questions..."

"If you just want to shirk responsibility, I am willing to take it."

Tushan's voice behind the mechanical puppet was still gentle and calm: "But this is of no help in solving the current problem."

"That's enough! Now is not the time to argue!"

The chief officer of the council stopped the councillor who had turned into a parrot, and turned to look at the old man beside him who was dressed in a suit and tie, with his back straight and his mind meticulous.

"Professor Maxwell, what do you think? Do we need to wake up those dormant professors?"

"That's not necessary. Those old guys have bad tempers. If they wake up and find that you have lost your composure over such a trivial matter, I'm afraid you will be the first to be shot."

The old man shook his head and turned his gaze to the female puppet who was being questioned in the center of the venue.

"Usurper, have you betrayed Avalon?"

"I do not accept that accusation, Professor Maxwell. I have never betrayed anyone."

"Are you hiding something from us?"

A gleam of light flickered in the mechanical puppet's eyes.

"Please define the specific criteria for the term 'concealing something'. According to Article 54 of the Basic Agreement, the host will not push invalid information streams. Invalid criteria refers to the work and life of an individual..."

"Let's not talk about this yet."

The old man waved his hand, signaling the mechanical puppet to stop quibbling. "Usurper, I mean, did you conceal some relevant information from the Cavendish family, the Cromwell family, and the Supreme Council, leading to the current dire situation?"

"I reject that allegation."

The mechanical puppet replied: "According to Article 77 of the Basic Agreement, I cannot actively make subjective suggestions that affect human thinking logic and reasoning judgment. All subjective suggestions I have made in the past have been authorized and approved by the Supreme Council and are recorded. You can check them at any time."

"In addition, according to Article 79 of the Basic Agreement, no one may order me to privately access other people's private information under any name or authority unless authorized and approved by the Supreme Council."

"In other words, Attorney General James Cromwell cannot access the private intelligence data of the Cavendish family without the authorization and approval of the Supreme Council, and I cannot actively disclose relevant information to him."

"If you call this 'hiding something,' then my answer is - yes."

If Li Mumu heard this conversation, she would definitely complain. I know, this is the code for Shit Mountain.

When the Mathematical Transgressor was originally designed and built, in order to ensure that this supercomputer would never betray humanity, scientists developed as many as three hundred underlying basic protocols to eliminate all possibilities of betrayal or thoughts of betrayal.

But they failed to take into account human nature.

When scientists study social issues, they often make a common sense mistake, which is to use themselves as the standard and regard most people as rational and normal people.

However, it turns out that most people are not rational at all most of the time, and they act entirely based on animal instincts and the secretion of hormones in their brains.

For example, now. In fact, the old professor knows very well that what everyone here really cares about is not some outsiders, after all, the usurpers have already given the answer that the harm is controllable.

What they really care about is who will take the blame?

Of course, the usurper doesn't mind taking the blame, but as she said, what's the point of letting a machine take the blame? Smash it? Live like that?

After thinking for a moment, Professor Maxwell continued to ask: "According to your calculations, how much more will it cost us to deal with this foreign enemy?"

"Human flesh and blood have limited endurance, and the durability of the Heavenly Secret Divine Armor is also not high. They cannot get any energy supply or supernatural power in the forbidden magic area. Moreover, this outsider did not intend to escape, but approached our central control tower."

The usurper replied softly, "According to preliminary calculations, if nothing unexpected happens, with his current fighting style, his physical strength and the durability of his mecha will be exhausted within thirty to fifty minutes. Given the foreigner's superb martial arts attainments, we estimate that it will cost at least eighteen Mercury Angels, two hundred and seventy-four royal mecha servants, two hundred engineering machines, five hundred regular army casualties... and eight million pounds in economic property losses."

Many people suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest when they heard the figure of eight million pounds.

Where did this house-destroying beast come from?

Professor Maxwell calmly asked: "Is there any other way to shorten this time or minimize the losses?"

"some."

The mechanical puppet smiled and said, "Either you agree to his terms and satisfy the pride and self-esteem of a brave and aggressive young man. I think this is the most reasonable option at the moment. You just need to give up some of your face."

"Alternatively, Professor Maxwell, I can only suggest that you activate the Guardian Protocol and awaken a Defender."

(End of this chapter)