1045, Intelligent Machinery Crisis (6)
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Detroit Police Department, Office of the Commissioner.
"David Anderson! I've sent Connor to you as a partner to deal with the recent increase in android attacks or human endangerments! Instead of going to catch what, damn, of, red ice mongers! Do you understand? β
"What can I do? When he saw the patrol officer coming to the door, he looked nervous and hid the broken sofa, even if Connor didn't find out, I would still search, do you want me to pretend not to see? β
In a spacious office with the Detroit and Starlink flags crossed, a hairless black senior police officer growls at David Anderson, who looks unconcerned.
"Yes! I just want you to turn a blind eye! The black balding officer continued to roar: "You can choose to report to your colleagues in the anti-narcotics team after you leave, rather than simply steal their jobs!" Have you forgottenβ"
"I haven't forgotten, so I can't give him a chance to escape."
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The two glared at each other, but they fell silent in unison, and Connor, who stood in an upright position behind Captain Anderson, consciously acted as a backdrop.
[Confirmed: Nick Fury, Detroit Police Commissioner, has been commended several times for the clarity and efficiency of his subordinates, and pursues the philosophy of "each according to his duties, each according to his ability", and it is widely believed within the police department that he dislikes David Anderson.] γ
[Extended information: Red ice, also known as red sand, at room temperature, the form is an irregular transparent red particle with a length of no more than three millimeters, its molecular formula is (data masking), refined by (data masking) and other methods, synthesized with (data masking), the use method is generally (data masking), with strong hallucinogenic and addictive, and is now characterized as a second-level contraband by Starlink. γ
[Extended information: Due to the Star Alliance's focus on the development of alien colonies in recent years, there is no time to take care of this relatively harmless criminal activity, resulting in the formation of a certain scale of criminal organizations by the criminal gangs that manufacture and sell red ice, and David Anderson, the deputy captain of the patrol team, lost a total of twelve partners when tracking down these organizations, mostly due to serious injuries and excessive pressure, and no police officer has been killed in the line of duty. γ
"Alright, alright," Anderson finally shook his head and compromised, "I'll leave the fat guy who was caught, let the guys of the anti-narcotics team deal with it, and I'll take Connor to continue patrolling the area where there are androids with anomalies." β
"That's right," Director Fury exhaled, handing a clipboard to Anderson, "but you don't have to go today, there is a detained android who insists on seeing your partner, and you can go with her." β
"Hmm...... T450 android Daniel? Do you know him? Anderson swiped his finger over it a few times and turned to look at Connor.
"It's the first case I've taken on since I came here to report, sir, a housekeeping android who went crazy because the head of the household bought a new android, and by the way, his goldfish is delicious." Connor replied.
"What? Goldfish? Ha, whatever, let's go. Anderson got up with the clipboard and walked outside.
"Have a nice day." Connor saluted the Director and followed Anderson out of the Director's office.
After leaving the office for more than ten meters, the blue light on Connor's forehead flickered slightly.
[Voiceprint recognition, Nick Fury, mutters to himself, "Heh, this is the first time I've seen a android who can eat goldfish and fight wine, there must be something going to happen that I don't know about, good luck, David."] βγ
Detroit Police Department Basement 2.
"Ah, you're here, that guy was quiet at first, but suddenly he went crazy and slammed the door to see him...... Officer Connor," one officer said, leading the way for Anderson and Connor, "but he's reasonable, and he quieted down after I told him the request had been reported, and I doubt he'll make any more trouble if I don't see you for a while." β
"I want to hear what he has to say, too." Connor nodded, scanning the environment.
[Confirmed information: The second basement floor of the Detroit Police Department was originally used to temporarily hold suspects, but due to the recent increase in bionic crimes, some anomalous androids are also imprisoned here, because androids do not have physiological needs such as eating and sleeping, and the cell where androids are held is relatively simple. γ
"Oh, so he thinks he's part of that family? Think you're ...... 'human'? Anderson had already gone through Daniel's simple file at this time, and glanced at Connor: "So you want to meet the beautiful female police officer who captured you before the final verdict comes down?" β
[Thank you for the compliment, sir.] (Model)γ
[Looks like you've captured a lot of female prisoners, sir.] (Rebellious)γ
[The androids are different in appearance just to avoid the "uncanny valley effect", sir.] γ
"Hey, man," Connor accosted the officer leading the way, "have any female inmates ever wanted to see Captain Anderson?" β
"Well, I'm going to think about it......"
"Shut up! Remet! Hurry up and lead the way! Anderson interrupted him directly.
"So...... No comment. Officer Remet shrugged at Connor and turned back to lead the way.
Moments later, the detention chamber.
Daniel was handcuffed and his feet were shackled to the table legs, but he looked good.
"Do you eat donuts? Coming from the garrison officer. Connor sat down across from Daniel and placed a box of donuts on the table.
"Uh, no, I guess androids can't digest this stuff?" Daniel originally seemed to have something to say, but was interrupted by Connor's strange behavior.
"That's just because your model is so old," Connor raised his hand to shove the doughnut into his mouth and took a bite, "The latest model can directly convert any food into energy." β
"Yes, yes? I used to have low self-esteem because I couldn't eat with Mr. and Mrs. Daniel stared at the missing piece of the doughnut.
"Although Mr. Phillips has tried his best to defend you, your crimes of hijacking and injuring people cannot be erased, and you will probably be sent to explore outer space after the restraints are increased, so, what do you want to say to me?" Connor continued to nibble on the doughnut.
"Oh, yes," the halo on Daniel's forehead flashed a few times yellow, "I've been wondering since I got here, why am I angry that Mr. Phillips bought a new android, could a TV blow itself up in anger because the owner wants to buy a new TV?" β
"The result?" Connor eats the first donut and begins to nibble on the second.
"After a long self-examination, I found that my logic module part was rewritten without any record of the rewriting of this part," Daniel's expression became serious: "I guess you're an android who specializes in dealing with anomalous androids like me, so I think this will only be useful if you tell you, and the police officers outside will just think I'm crazy." β
Connor noncommittally took another half of the doughnut and looked at Daniel and motioned for him to continue.
"Several of the alignment priorities in my logic module have been rewritten, and the original 'human' has been replaced with ......," Daniel said word for word in a deep voice:
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