It was night, in the town of Rhodes, in a palatial hotel room.

"Oh, oh!" a white man sits on the edge of the bed, enjoying the pleasure of the female receptionist under his crotch. "Go deeper, push harder!" he exhaled uncontrollably, while trying to insert his piston deeper into the bolt, "R-star, it's really my big brother!"

"Hmm... Hmm..."The receptionist was speechless with something in her mouth, but she was also trying her best to make the real tourists she served more comfortable. A mosquito seemed to be infected by the enthusiasm of the two, landed on its back and took a bite.

"Hmm, lick, why don't you move?" The man suddenly felt no movement under his crotch, and when he lowered his head, he saw that the interest on the receptionist's face was gone, and only the sluggish wooden one remained, and there were bursts of data streaming in his eyes.

"Did I break it?" he muttered, "I shouldn't have to pay compensation... Ahh

"You... You—" The pain made the man almost faint, and the last image etched in his mind before he lost consciousness was a sinister smile on the face of the female receptionist.

This was just the beginning, and then the town of Rhodes gradually descended into chaos, and one by one, the real tourists, pulled out of their rooms by the awakened robot receptionist, returned to the arms of God in fear and confusion.

"Damn!" the camera sent to the Van der Linde Gang camp sent back instant footage that sent West World Security Minister Nolan to the table.

"The F-1 and F-2 robot receptionists have also been confirmed to be infected with the virus, and we have lost control of them! The virus has now taken over the nerve center of the Van der Linde gang, and we cannot prevent the rest of the members from being infected!" The programmer's face turned pale, and he realized that the events had gone beyond their imagination.

The robot receptionists who are close to each other in the Western World will work together on the same wireless network, which the technical department has named Nerve Center. Through the nerve center program, the impact of real visitors on the development of the original plot can be greatly reduced. For example, if a real tourist kills Arthur in a certain reincarnation, the story line of the Van der Linde gang can basically no longer be developed, and the nerve center will arrange for John or someone else to take over Arthur's plot line at this time, macro control.

However, there are drawbacks, with the successive infection of the three main nodes of the Van der Linde Gang's nerve center, Ducky, Arthur and Hosea, the system has no way to stop the virus from infecting other Van der Linde Gang robot receptionists. Wireless networks are now transmitting viruses that are constantly replicating themselves to other people's nerves.

"Can we shut down their nerve centers?" Nolan asked, he wasn't familiar with it, and he had to come out and answer it from the technical department. "The only one who has the authority to shut down the nerve center is the chief engineer of Ford!" replied the programmer. "What about the Fords, do I have to invite him to come?" Nolan yelled.

"Ministry... Minister Nolan...", a researcher rushed into the command room in a panic, "Ford... The chief engineer, the chief engineer is dead!" He had just been instructed to "invite" Ford, and after waiting too long, he went to his office again. But the old man, who was still in good spirits before, had an extra muzzle on his head in the blink of an eye.

"What?" Nolan's table in front of him suffered again, -1HP, "Who did that?" "Should... I guess it's suicide...," the researcher said uncertainly, "The Legal Department and the Human Resources Department have taken over. ”

"What should I do..."Even though Nolan is usually idle and thinking about what to do after the robot receptionist loses control, he is also a little at a loss at the moment, "Isn't there any good news?"

"Minister, Rhodes is out of control too!" the programmer stabbed Nolan again, "The robot receptionist has started attacking tourists, and there are already casualties Chinese!"

"Looks like I'm going to have to start looking for my next job," Nolan thought with a wry smile, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. At this moment, the automatic door of the control room opened again, and a handsome man in his mid-thirties walked in.

"Tonight, it's very lively," he said seemingly nonchalantly, "you know what? you ruined my candlelit dinner with the president's wife!"

"Jonathan..."Nolan had a glimmer of hope in his eyes, although he usually looked down on the direct person in charge of this R-star sent to govern the entire Western World, and felt that he was too young to be used, but now Jonathan's words made him feel that there was still a turning point in this matter.

In fact, Jonathan, a young man who is not related to the shareholders of R Star, can climb to such a high position in the business empire, and there are more or less two brushes. But right now, even if his name is Jobs, he can't go back.

"There's no way to stop it," Jonathan quickly learns of what has happened in his kingdom, "and now it's all about how to deal with the aftermath." Seal off all the borders around Westworld. "He did not order the opening of emergency shelters for tourists, and as the supreme leader he knew that it would be useless, because it was he himself who signed the execution of the closure of the shelters two years ago in order to reduce costs.

"Nolan, you really won't let me down," Jonathan sneered, he also knew that Nolan had always ignored him because he was older than him, and now he grabbed the other party's handle without showing any mercy, "I'll leave for a while, and you're fucking sending the out-of-control robot receptionist a weapon that can deal with us?"

In Westworld, the weapons used by robot receptionists and real visitors are all specially made and cannot cause any damage to real people, but can only be used to kill the receptionist. But the weapons used by the Department of Security are different, they are all standard weapons purchased by R-Star with a huge amount of money.

R-Star has never believed that the robot receptionists will rebel, and the weapons of the Security Department are intended for the living. After all, free America, shooting every day. The bigger the cake in Westworld, the more greedy the opponents will be, and R Star must be on guard.

After Nolan's previous team to recover Hosea was eliminated, their thermal weapons fell into the hands of Van der Linde's help, unlike the toys in the hands of tourists, which were actually used to kill.

"I'll take people with me and collect them. Nolan's resolute face flushed, and he hurriedly said. He can't justify his own mistakes. "How many people do you have, and there are tens of thousands of robot receptionists in the park, and each person can drown you with a single spit, no, drown us." ”

"Then, are we going to see death and not save it?" Nolan's face changed, and now there are more than a thousand real tourists in the park, which is equivalent to giving up the rescue directly.

"We can't take care of this situation, and they can only ask for more blessings. Jonathan sighed, after experiencing this incident, he didn't have to think about keeping his position, R Star was still not there, the most important thing at the moment was to save his life.

"Boss, the order from the board has arrived. The charming female secretary handed Jonathan a tablet, on which was the order that had just been sent by the R-Star shareholders' meeting. Although it is almost Jonathan's word in Westworld, he does not dare to hide this kind of thing, and the first thing he does after returning to the park is to report it.

"Hmph," Jonathan smiled disdainfully, "what a stupid...", "What do the shareholders say?" asked the Minister of Finance eagerly. "They told us to stick to the base first, keep quiet, and pretend that everything was normal in the park. Tonight they will meet overnight to discuss countermeasures. Jonathan summed up the board's reply. Although the choice of words is very formal and there is no hint of panic, Jonathan believes that the board must be in a state of panic right now.

"They still think they can keep the company," Jonathan thought, "Well, let them dream for another night, isn't it just sticking to it, can it be that those robot receptionists can still get here?"

Jonathan ordered the communication control to be turned on, and announced that the system was upgraded, and when it was about tomorrow, it was changed to say that there was a bug after the upgrade, so the communication system needed to be maintained. In this way, it is not a problem to hide for more than ten hours. And during this time, no matter how desperate the real visitors in Westworld were, they were unable to make any contact with the outside world.