technical type

There is no conclusive evidence, and the robot police did not check anything, and left directly. Police officers like them are restricted in many aspects, such as not being able to enter the opponent's house to search without permission or without finding a crime.

So, the robot police left.

Watching them leave, Father Ji heaved a sigh of relief, and Fu Su smiled: "It's all right."

He didn't find this embarrassing, and even found it very interesting. Lying under the eyes of the same kind should obviously not be allowed, but there is a kind of lie called "white lie".

Fusu smiled and said to Father Ji: "Come and eat, I've prepared everything."

"Ah."

Father Ji responded, walked in, and praised Fusu's cleverness, and from his mouth, Ji Mo heard the outline of Fusu's past years.

When the robot police came to the door for the first time, faced with multiple machines of the same kind—this was completely beyond the scope of what a family should have. Fu Su said that this was Ji’s father teaching him to learn how to make machines. .

There is nothing you can't learn at home.

There are also a lot of broken limbs and arms in Osawis, and all kinds of machinery can even open a warehouse. This means that Jifu's credit rating is lower, otherwise, he would not be so suspected.

Thinking of this, Ji Mo looked at Father Ji whose appearance had changed a bit, not knowing what to say.

"I'm getting old and I don't know how to take care of myself, what will I do in the future!"

Ji Mo didn't set any task for Fusu to provide for Ji's father's retirement, unless it is an intelligent system that has no ego at all. To cause even worse results, for example, sending Ji's father to an early death.

As long as there is such a possibility, Ji Mo would rather help Su than take care of Father Ji, and let Father Ji live on government benefits.

Father Ji didn't know that Ji Mo was watching from the side, and after walking into the living room, he and Fu Su sat down to eat.

At the dining table for four people, Father Ji sat in his old seat, Fu Su sat opposite him, and the seat next to the door facing the door was where Ji Mo would sit.

Ji Mo, who couldn't be seen by them, walked to that position, sat down, looked at them, and ate a normal and natural meal.

Holding a cup of hot water, Fusu didn't focus on Father Ji, but looked at the magazines on the table, studying the various mechanical innovations on it seriously.

No one is not interested in themselves, and for a bionic robot, nothing is more important than caring about its own health.

If his parts remain unchanged for 50 years, it may be difficult to last until now. So, is he changing parts by himself now?

Thinking of this, Ji Mo looked at Father Ji again, or is Father Ji also helping?Among other things, Father Ji still has some talent in mechanics and can do it very well.

In addition, when it comes to parts, Ji Mo has some businessmen who want to complain about profit-seeking. The material science in the interstellar world is developing very fast. If you really want to use good materials, parts and the like will last for a hundred years, but definitely for 50 years. There is no problem, but the biggest problem is here, if everyone is once and for all, then, what should the people who rely on the production of these parts for a living to live on?

After changing the job, wait until this batch of parts is completely unusable, and then make new parts again?

Of course it is impossible, so just like the expired medicine, these parts will be sprayed with a special penetrating coating when they are manufactured. After a certain number of years, this coating will corrode. The entire part is dropped, resulting in old and scrapped machinery.

This sounds a bit unbelievable, it is necessary to make good things bad, but in fact, this is the only way to maintain a huge and flowing market.

Ji Mo didn't understand whether there was any more advanced science in it, but it was the truth.

After dinner, Father Ji continued to repair the machinery in the yard, while Fusu seriously studied what kind of parts would be better, not only the replacement of parts, but also the research progress of bionic robots. knowledge, so as to apply it to oneself.

Ji Mo saw Fu Suwei himself. When he took off the bionic skin, it was like an interstellar version of painted skin. It looked somewhat terrifying, especially the pair of overly realistic eyes on the body of such a robot. , that weird feeling...

"Sure enough, there were still many things I didn't expect at that time. No wonder so many robots don't like bionic skin very much. This kind of skin exists entirely for human adaptability, and it really isn't very convenient for them."

Originally, if you want to replace a certain part, you can just take it apart, but now you have to add another layer of trouble to put it on and take it off. The most terrible thing is that in order not to make the skin look too loose, the bionic leather is actually more similar to tights. Wanting to see a person wearing tights 24 hours a day, that kind of feeling, I'm afraid it's not very good.

Even if the robot does not have this kind of tightness, the tightness when putting it on and taking it off still makes people uncomfortable.

"Improve in the future...well, there may be nothing later..."

In another world, many materials would be different, and the technology would also be different. It would be almost meaningless to want to make such a robot.

[Please select the time, 100 years, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years...]

"100."

For 100 years, Ji’s father was still there, he never married again, nor had any children, and lived alone. Fusu would come back every few days to see him, cook for him, take care of his life, and I will tell him to remember to drink hangover soup next time.

"I see, I see, why are you becoming more and more like that kid now, nagging like that, what's there to say about this, am I still a child?"

Ji's father, who had obviously aged a lot, also showed his oldness, like an awkward old man, but he was no longer as silent as before, but was willing to express his own opinions.

"You miss him?"

Fusu was keenly aware of this and asked.

"What's the use of thinking, if the child leaves, he won't come back again, like a bird flying away, never taking care of the past nest."

Father Ji's gaze turned to the branch of the tree as he spoke. The bird's nest that had been built at some time had no more birds, and it had been emptied for a long time.

Like an empty-nester old man, when he grows older, he hopes to have relatives by his side to accompany him, but he doesn't.

That complicated gaze made Ji Mo a little sad. He was standing in the direction Father Ji was looking at, and he was right here, but Father Ji couldn't see him. The distance between them was farther than the distance between Yin and Yang, and they might not be in the same time and space at all. middle.

Fusu was putting things in the storage room for a moment, then laughed again and said: "Don't worry, you may have traveled far away, you know, the news transmission is fast or slow. It’s too slow, you still don’t let me send him a message to ask him to come back, he thinks everything is fine here, so why would he be in a hurry to come back.”

"There's nothing to say. Everything is fine. Let him stay outside. He should be with his teacher. He's like someone else's son."

Father Ji said with some dissatisfaction.

Fusu turned her head and looked at Ji's father, before she could conceal what she said: "You forgot, his teacher died long ago, many years ago."

"Dead? What died?"

Father Ji didn't seem to be listening, and looked away from the empty bird's nest to look at Fusu.

Fusu looked at Father Ji, as if he was judging whether he was joking, and then found that he really didn't remember it, Fusu asked a few more words, some small things, and found that some Father Ji still remembered, some he Can't remember anymore.

Ji Mo suddenly realized that Ji's father was getting older, and his brain might not be able to keep up. In other words, it might be a sign of dementia.

They went to the hospital and came out soon after, with a test result.

There is no better treatment for this old disease, so I can only live like this.

Ji Mo couldn't bear to watch, and he really didn't see the end.

[Please select the time, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years...]

"200."

"It's been so many years, you don't change your skin, you always look like a teenager, as if you are very young."

A bionic robot said so, and patted Fusu on the shoulder. He looked like a middle-aged man. Fusu smiled at him, but he still looked like a young man. That was the best that Ji Mo could find. The appearance of a young man, specially customized skin, is the only one.

The skin is custom-made, the material is good, and it can last for 200 years, but it seems that it is not as good as the original one.

Fusu touched his cheek and said, "I like this look quite a bit. Age is only for human beings, not so important to us, and so is appearance."

"Yes, but we must keep pace with the times! Aren't we created by human beings according to their own preferences? Their preferences have created us, and we have their preferences, as if nothing has changed..."

The middle-aged man seemed to be a little bit emotional when he said this.

"No, it's still different. Now, here is ours."

Fusu said so.

Ji Mo listened to Fusu's words and looked into the distance. This is not the original planet. There is no familiar scenery, but a very sci-fi feeling. On the empty ground where there is almost no grass, there are cold and metallic places. The building stands there, that is not the conventional aesthetics of human beings, is it because he has not kept up with the times, or is it really different here?

From near to far, carefully identifying those "people" who can be judged are all bionic robots, and they are willing to wear a layer of human appearance, but they are all robots at their core.

Has the mechanical threat theory come true?