Detroit: Get poorer.

In the original world, the slightly powerful artificial intelligence is the weird-shaped machine like Alpha Dog.

So when I saw the robot reporting the end of the mission with blue LEDs on its head, I almost jumped up in fright.

"Model: AX400, task: house cleaning, task duration: 135min, task status: completed, task commission: $5 (unpaid), please select a payment method."

I tremblingly looked at the robot lady who was half a head taller than me. How do I know what the money here looks like and whether my bank card can be used. "Yes... What is the payment method?"

"1. Cash payment 2. Online transfer 3. Deferred payment."

"Delay, postponement."

"Selected successfully. Task code YGH201562, thank you for using."

After closing the door, I sighed after finally seeing off the robot lady.

Looking at these high-tech furniture, I seem to have come to... the future? !

Thinking of the beautiful artificial intelligence lady just now, I seem to have found a good way to find a girlfriend as a single mother (laughs)

I wanted to find out if there was any cash in the house. After some searching, I actually found a large container that was a head taller than me.

Knocked.

God!Well, actually I have to admit, I can't hear anything.

However, knocking it before opening the box is the minimum respect for the box!

Looking around the box, there was something that seemed to be a button.

I hope it's not something like Sadako, but it's so well placed, maybe it's the first collection of the previous owner, and I press the button while thinking about it.

! ! ! !

The one in the box turned out to be a slim-fit guy with darker skin.

There is also a blue LED light on the side of his forehead, the ring flickers a few times, the color changes from blue to yellow to red, unstable.

I don't understand what this light does, but it turns red, which is obviously not good.

With a shake of his hand, he closed the door of the box again.

After praying that the handsome guy's nose wouldn't be knocked out, I turned on the machine that looked like a computer on the table.

It's not the familiar startup page, but I'm also mentally prepared. When I turn it on, there will be an email reminder.

Click to open.

"Hey, the bionic man you want has arrived at your home. You can see how it is, but it is not refundable. Hey, because it was assembled by a broken bionic man, some functions may be missing, but don't worry, the price is worth it. It is absolutely impossible to buy an RK200, and the price is absolutely favorable! All the functions you want have been written into his program, have fun, and pay attention to your body. Also, if you are on a business trip, don’t come to me if you have nothing to do.”

So, the handsome chocolate guy just now was bought by the original owner? ?What are you doing?

However, with a sense of curiosity about future technology, I went back to the box to see its functions.

This handsome guy clearly remembered what happened just now, his LED colors changed back and forth like a marquee, his eyes were of different colors, and his figure looked good.

He frowned and stared at me.

Oh my god, are future bionics so flirtatious?

I stretched out my trembling hand to his chest... the instruction manual.

mdzz Who is so intentional to stuff the instruction manual on the chest of the bionic man!

However, I recalled the touch, and the skin of the bionic human is almost the same as human skin except for the temperature.

Looking at the muscles wrapped in the clothes of the bionic man in front of me, out of the jealousy of a male compatriot, I couldn't help reaching out and touching his abdominal muscles.

My God, the feel, the tightness.

I tried to pinch it, but I couldn't pinch a little skin, but it's no wonder, it's just the skin layer, thinking, I withdrew my hand.

Attention returned to the manual that was drawn out.

This manual...is still handwritten.

I racked my brains over these words, "First one, what's your name?"

His LED color changed a few times.

"Marcus"