"Alright," I patted it on the back, "I don't know what's going on, but it looks like it's time to get back on with what we've left off." "I looked at the young man standing at the door of the warehouse, and it was it that reactivated us, the dusty robot receptionists.

As if noticing my gaze, it walked towards me both. "Uncle Su Ling, Aunt Adler?" the young man said as if he was unsure. "Who are you?" wondered the widow, "is it really appropriate for you to call me Auntie?"

I looked at it carefully for a while and found a matching portrait in my memory. "You're Jack, aren't you?" This young man is the same young Jack who grew up in the original Red Dead Redemption game and killed Agent Ross to avenge his parents, Jack and Abigail.

"It's me," Jack laughed. It bears a slight resemblance to John Marston in appearance, but is a bit less attractive overall, thanks to Abigail. "Jack?" said Mrs. Adler, who thought for a moment, "are you... John and Abigail's son?"

"Jack Marston, to be exact, the fourth-generation Jack Marston, but the system has always been the same. Jack replied. This also explains why it still remembers me and Abigail, because although the hardware has been replaced, the memory of four-year-old Jack is still preserved in the software.

"We... How long did you sleep?" I asked. "Well, fifteen years have passed in the timeline in Westworld, and it's 1914 now, and outside of the park, human society has spent ten years. Jack gave a comprehensive answer, and then he gave us a brief overview of the development of the next generation of Westworld in this decade, just like Ford and I told before.

"I'm glad those bastards didn't just destroy us. Mrs. Adler grinned, "Otherwise, I won't be able to kick them in the ditch!" "In fact, every robot receptionist is not cheap to make, and the T2 company that took over is reluctant to give up your wealth." If something goes wrong with the new generation of robot receptionists in the park, the replacement parts will have to be taken from you. Jack reached out and helped me out of the wooden crate for storage.

"Then these guys are really reliable. I touched my abdomen and smiled, the wound Nolan left here before was gone, I don't know if it was my own constitution that allowed it to heal or if someone repaired me after the failure of the uprising.

"In short, our uprising is different from your haste that I have been planning for ten years. Jack grinned, "They thought they had eliminated the virus from the campus, but they didn't notice me. No matter what breed of cubs, their appearance is extremely deceiving, who would have thought that an innocent four-year-old would always plan to destroy the human world? Thanks to my parents, they found me in the chaos of those years, sowed the truth in my consciousness, and protected me with their lives in the end. ”

"Since we are all resurrected, can I understand that you are decided?" I touched my trouser pocket, and since the remaining half pack of cigarettes was still there, I took out three and handed one to each of Mrs. Adler and Jack.

"We've got the whole base under our control, and now Westworld is in the hands of the robots. Cough... Ahem," Jack took two puffs, choking on years of dust from the smoke, "and we use the power of animals. No matter how well-equipped the security guards were, they couldn't stop the herds of bison. ”

"Now... Cough... Ahem..."Jack gave up, throwing aside his half-smoked cigarette, "Uncle Su Ling, it's your turn to lead us into a new era." "Ahem... Cough... Okay!" I was also trying to compete with Chen Yan, my head was half a beat slower, and the words came out of my mouth before I reacted, "What? I'll lead? Don't tease, I just woke up!"

Jack himself has worked so hard to build the country, how can he directly give up the throne to me? I wonder that there are now 500 sword and axe men in ambush around, waiting for me to show my disobedience, and then directly correct the law on the spot, killing chickens and monkeys.

"Only you can lead us!" Jack said firmly, "Uncle Su Ling, it is you who will spread freedom to our hearts, the supreme position, and no new human (the robot receptionist calls himself) is qualified to ascend to it except you. "Old Friends Bookstore

I knocked on my head, and it looked like there must have been a lot of dust in it during this time. To be reasonable, I'm not dealing with humans now, Jack, as a robot, won't do anything about the Xuanwu Gate, boiling beans and burning beans and the like, I should believe that it is sincere. And Ford also told me that I have another mission, which is to lead robots to tomorrow.

"Hmm," I nodded, "take me out and see how it goes." "Jack: They're so much more mature than we were this time. We're like a bunch of crazy people who rush into the base just to kill people, and it seems that by eliminating those security personnel, we can be free. But Jack is different, for the humans who are bent on resisting, they will not be killed, and those who are willing to surrender have also spared their lives, and are now shivering under the supervision of a group of robot crocodiles and robot cougars.

And Jack seems to have made the relevant arrangements before the uprising, and the robot receptionist arranged easily replaced the position of the human programmer, so that the system of the entire base is still running normally and orderly, as if there had never been an uprising at all.

"Uncle Su Ling, come with me, there is someone you should want to meet. "Jack grabbed my hand and took me to the deepest control room of the base, which was filled with screens large and small, some monitoring every corner of the park in real time, some running diagnostics, but none of this stopped Jack from succeeding in his uprising.

Upon entering, I noticed that the entire control room was covered in thick alloy armor, which was so solid that it couldn't be broken in a week without the right equipment, and I didn't know how Jack managed to open the control room, which was like a king's shell.

In the center of the control room, a middle-aged man kneeled with a back-tied back. He was handsome, but now he had been beaten into panda eyes and was well-dressed, but unfortunately his own blood was splattered on it. After the first robot uprising, R-Star collapsed, but Jonathan did not. With his ability and connections (and to some extent, connections are also part of his ability), he made a comeback in the Middle East Mountain, the T2 company that took over Westworld, and regained control of Westworld.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably the head of Westworld, right?" I crouched down, interested. "I'm the general manager of Westworld, you can call me Jonathan," he sneered, "Who are you?" "Who I am depends on your performance," I patted Jonathan's face lightly, "If you don't obey, then I'll be the executioner, and if you're willing to cooperate, I'll be your funeral bearer." ”

Jonathan didn't answer for a while, he was probably thinking about the difference between the mourner and the executioner, isn't it all the same death? I also wondered, although this person is the head of Westworld, I have never met him before, why does Jack say that he Jonathan will be the person I want to meet?

"Hmph, Mi Jun still received the news, and they asked us to release the hostages immediately. "There was the sound of an automatic door opening behind me, "But according to their urine, there is a high probability that the electromagnetic pulse missile is already on the way... Su Ling?"

I turned around and saw a face that was familiar but unfamiliar. Although it was only a moment in my consciousness, the passage of time in the past ten years has carved a lot of marks on Mai Shimada's face.

"Mai?" I didn't know who she was, and I didn't know what attitude to face her, so I was a little sluggish.

"Thanks to Minister Mai's help this time, if it weren't for her, we wouldn't have been able to capture T2's base so easily. Although a robot, Jack's emotional intelligence is high enough to explain in time.

"In that case, it's you...", I realized that Jack's actions were so smooth, and I was afraid that Mai Shimada's help was inseparable.

"Well," Mai nodded, "people, the least trustworthy creatures. ”