In the last monts of his life, he heard the polite voice of the car’s onboard system:
"Go to hell."
"Boom!!!" The car crashed into the stone wall at high speed, shattering both the vehicle and the person inside.
Six years ago, he had collected the body of a failed experint subject, kicking her into a body bag like he was discarding trash.
...
A fast-food restaurant in the Rust Wall District.
"Old Senke" had retired last year. In his youth, he had a penchant for squander, saving little money, and could only live on a ager pension.
He loved coming to this fast-food joint for a late-night snack because the servers there were young and pretty.
But thanks to the rapid rise of intelligent technology, service robots gradually replaced humans, and it beca hard to feel those firm, bouncy buttocks.
As Old Senke leered at a female custor at the bar, an intelligent robot ca over with his order.
A bowl of instant soup in powder form, two pieces of factory-baked quick bread, and a portion of synthetic beef steak—his standard night snack.
The service robot placed the food and utensils on the table and said in its stiff chanical voice: "Hello, your al is ready. Please enjoy."
Old Senke waved impatiently: "Get the hell out of here, don’t block from watching the chicks."
The service robot grabbed the table knife with its chanical arm and stabbed it into Old Senke’s throat with a "thud."
Old Senke clutched his stabbed throat in horror, blood bubbling from his mouth, making gurgling sounds.
Sudden screams erupted around him, and the patrons stood up in fright, not knowing what to do as they stared at the robotic perpetrator.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!..."
The robot kept stabbing Old Senke, each stab creating a bloody hole, quickly turning him into a bloody ss.
The massive loss of blood caused Old Senke’s blood pressure to plumt, his vision sinking into darkness.
Before his consciousness faded entirely, he saw the service robot smiling chanically at him, saying:
"Go to hell."
"Thud!" The table knife pierced Old Senke’s eye socket, damaging his brain and ending his life.
Twelve years ago, he was a strict guard, strutting in front of children, his favorite pasti being locking a little monster in a dark cell.
...
Chaos.
On this eerie night, New Moon City fell into a massive turmoil without warning.
Drones crisscrossed the city skies, blocking aerial escapes; missiles occasionally hit vehicles on the ground, exploding in a ball of fire, causing passersby to scream and flee.
The intelligent machinery went berserk, refusing to obey any commands, completely betraying their creators and turning every programd instruction into a thod of murder.
Various civilian and military robots rushed onto the streets, identifying humans as if the Death God was on a march, launching relentless pursuits on specific targets.
No one knew where the disaster started; no one knew where the madness ca from, everyone just ran around like headless flies.
At this ti, the Public Security Bureau was the most desperate.
They originally had contingency plans for all kinds of ergencies.
Especially after the Rust Wall fall incident, Sikinkov had organized all departnts of the Public Security Bureau to reconstruct the city’s security plans.
When the turmoil suddenly arose, the Public Security Bureau indeed took control imdiately.
But the problem was...
Where is the enemy?
The various precincts kept receiving reports of attacks and deaths, but the dispatched sheriffs had no idea who to arrest.
Should they arrest running cars on the roads? Detain the roaming robots?
Even the seasoned Anti-Violence Fourth Section road the streets in bewildernt, holding guns but not knowing who to aim at.
Ivan stood in the chaotic square, looking up at the swarm of drones in the sky, shouting into the communicator: "Where’s the air defense system? Quickly lock on to those drones and shoot them down!"
Desperate curses ca through the communicator: "We can’t lock on! The system’s been taken over by a virus, identifying all as allies!"
As Ivan stood there clueless, he suddenly heard cries for help from ahead: "Help! Anti-Violence Fourth Section, please save !"
Ivan looked over and saw a bloodied figure approaching, none other than a municipal official.
He hurried over: "What’s going on?!"
The municipal official, still in shock, said: "I was dining at a nearby restaurant, and the robots there suddenly..."
"Bang!" With no warning, a gunshot rang out, and the municipal official’s head was blown apart, his body collapsing in front of Ivan.
Stunned, Ivan looked in the direction of the gunshot.
A "Defender" series autonomous cha, equipped by the Public Security Bureau, stood in the center of the Anti-Violence Team’s line, its large-caliber gun barrel emitting slow-rising smoke.
"Go to hell." it said in its deep, gruff voice.
...
[New Moon City Governnt Center, Underground Ergency Shelter]
These days, City Council President Amir had gone to the Capital City for a eting, leaving Sikinkov, the Director of the Public Security Bureau and a governing committee mber, as acting City Council President.
Around the conference table, major mbers of the City Council were present, with Sikinkov sitting at the head, his face dark and stormy.
His facial muscles twitched constantly as he gritted his teeth and said, "Why is it that every ti I act as the city administration, so inexplicable maniacs co out and cause trouble? Damn!"
The council mbers looked at each other, montarily speechless.
The only thing they could say...
Was that this old fellow was indeed quite unlucky.
Every major incident had him involved.
Just then, an assistant ca rushing in breathlessly from the door.
Sikinkov imdiately asked, "Have you contacted City Council President Amir?"
The assistant shook his head: "No, he didn’t answer the phone, and later, it was directly turned off."
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