A locomotive maintenance workshop in the basement of an airport. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A dozen or so metal intelligent robots without artificial skin are silently operating several large, exaggeratedly shaped precision machine tools, repairing or modifying the ornate locomotives on the operating table.

There was an area in the corner that looked a little messy, a little white-haired old man with a goatee, wearing a white gown, playing with his round single mirror in one hand, riding on a suspended mobility machine and looking at a young man sitting on the ground with great interest.

The boy looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old, with an old-fashioned parted head that made people laugh, the ends of his hair were as crooked as if they had been gnawed by a dog, obviously cut by himself, and his face was covered with oily overalls mixed with dripping sweat.

From the sweat on his face, he can see that the skin is still very white and immature.

At this time, the child was sitting on the ground, with a mechanical operating arm in his right hand, and his left hand quickly reloading the operating arm with various tools at the top, occasionally standing up and running to the side to rummage for some needed parts, where there were scattered two crashed vehicle stumps, and he dismantled them in pieces, but the child's pupils were very strange, when he looked at things, as if the pupils would tremble, and the speed of rotation seemed to be exaggerated.

It looks like he's assembling a slightly complicated and ...... Ugly semi-automatic robotic manipulator, but, depending on the situation, the robotic arm he wanted to install was really very different and far from the image of a robotic arm projected in front of him.

The young man's expression was slightly hideous, and his mouth was muttering something repeatedly, and from time to time he could hear some pronouns about certain ancestors, mixed with foul language in the languages of various countries.

His name is Hou Fei, and he is a boy who went missing when he was four years old.

Unbelievable, it was lost in this very high-security operation workshop, and from the camera, it was seen that it was from the upstairs car modification customer reception center, and different seven-digit access control codes were correctly entered at the two access control places.

It was confirmed afterwards that it was indeed entered by chance. Because it's a mistake to ask him to reset the password right away.

The old man with the goatee once had no corresponding DNA records in the big data system.

No identification!

From his words when he was a child, it feels like he should have a father, but he hasn't lived together for a long time, and his mother should be a life-oriented intelligent robot. Because he cried for a while in order to find his mother after he got lost, until he saw the intelligent nanny robot in the living room of the old man with a goatee, he excitedly hugged it and called it mother, this kind of robot is a unified appearance, so it is inferred that the mother in his mouth was once a smart life robot of the same style.

After Hou Fei went missing, no one or place issued a missing person notice or notice. Moreover, it is not like the city area, there are police stations, adoption centers, and orphanages.

In this area, if you put this lonely child on the street, within two days you will find his mangled body in the dark backstreet garbage heap.

Maybe because he has a sweet mouth, he has been calling the old man with a goatee grandpa, and later, I don't know what the reason is, the old man just upgraded the access control system at that time, and after checking whether there were any relevant missing person notices and other matters, he actually left the child by his side, and did not tell anyone.

Of course, there is no such thing as a school in this area, so when other children start to go to primary education schools, they start to become illegal child laborers here on the neck of intelligent operation robots in various modification workshops.

Now Hou Fei is fourteen years old, a year or two older than he looks. Since he was a child, according to his identity, the farthest place he can freely enter and exit is the club restaurant kitchen next to him, and of course, with the permission of the old man, he can also enter the fight club hall next door to the restaurant.

The world he knew was just a big area.

The computers he could use, not even the public internet, and the only movies he had were antiques from decades ago.

The reason why he can speak many languages is thanks to the kitchen next door, where the chefs come from all over the world, and most of them are withdrawn, except for a few more words with this half-grown child, there is really no place to speak, admittedly, most of these chefs have an ulterior history.

At this time, Hou Fei is completing a task within a limited time: using two destroyed racing cars, assembling a medium-sized robotic arm, and then using this robotic arm to disassemble, repair, and scrap as many parts of the scrapped racing car as possible, and finally putting all these parts into the scrap recycling system to evaluate the value.

If the value is more than twice the original value, you can get 75 Chinese dollars in pocket money, which can meet the minimum consumption standard of the underground fight club next to the restaurant: a glass of white water!

Then it's time to watch a boxing match.

He doesn't have a member logo or a customer logo, or even an identification number, its identification system here is pulled from an intelligent maintenance robot and hung around his neck, once he walks out of the door of the bar, he will be stunned by the riot robot high-voltage electricity and brought back to the workshop, this, he has personally felt many times when he was ten years old.

The old man with a goatee is called Hu Yue, and everyone here calls him Yue Lao.

Yue Lao has been working here for many, many years, and is a weird guy, and hardly talks to anyone here except to talk to Hou Fei and the account manager upstairs.

All of his assistants and operators are expensive industrial-grade intelligent robots, and they almost never leave this renovated Licheng workshop, except for the occasional drink at the fight club.

"Ding" Hou Fei's side projected the timer's time.

Hou Fei threw down the medium-sized mechanical arm in his hand with some irritability, picked up the walkie-talkie, beckoned a few machine carriers to move a bunch of parts and scrap metal around him onto the operating table, and looked at the old man with some reluctance: "Old man, evaluate it." ”

With a smile on his face, Yue Lao drove the mobility device to the machine, turned on the scanner, and asked the waste recycling system to evaluate the messy pile. The result is 1.5 times the value of the original scrap iron.

Hou Fei wailed: "Grandpa, it was still four hours last weekend, how can it become three and a half hours this weekend, if I repair the maglev balancer, it can be at least five times the size of this pile of scrap iron!" This week is the final of the Tiger Badipan and Dong Ge, please do well......"

Yue Lao glanced at Hou Fei disdainfully: "How many times have I told you, those fights don't mean anything to you to repair your car well, in other words, I asked you to shoot back the videos of those bunny girls holding cards to me before, and you shot them all crookedly last week." So I'll deduct you for half an hour, hehe, it looks like you can't go."

With a wave of his hand, a large pile of waste was sent out by a transport plane.

Hou Fei cried with a sad face and muttered: Fake, grandpa, I am taller than you now, I can't do those candid angles you want as easily as when I was a child, and I almost knocked out my crescent last month. ”

While complaining, a red rear-wing hovering sports car was brought back from the console.

Yue Lao pointed to the sports car: "Na, don't say I won't give you a chance, the customer asked for an increase of 7 amounts of ion hydraulic injection, there is no such modification program in the database, I want it tonight, I don't have time to write this modification program, if you finish it, I will reward you with 200 Chinese dollars, if you can't finish it, you don't have to think about it next week." ”

After saying that, he turned around and went straight to the studio. There was still a broken chant in his mouth: "Little brat, you can't grow taller, your progress is really slow...... If I had done it when I was younger, the results in three hours would have been much higher than what you have now, no, no, no, it would have been ...... in two and a half hours."

Hou Fei pouted, pulled the scanner, and began to carefully scan and inspect the newly arrived sports car.

In order to obtain more friction during the race and facilitate cornering operation, few cars are generally full of magnetic levitation like ordinary maglev cars, but only the rear half is suspended, and the front half still uses special tires.

In a straight line, nitrogen is injected into the engine or more advanced hydrazine fuel injection is used for maximum speed.

However, the most luxurious is the use of liquid ion injection, but the installation of liquid ion injection is very dangerous, so the muzzle velocity is too large, the car structure and the driver's body protection requirements are very high, and it is very easy to have accidents.

After checking the condition of the car, Hou Fei scolded: "You don't want to die, hmph, seven quantities, I'll take one, the maximum amount in the database is the limit of five amounts, and it is installed in a titanium steel frame, you have a Porsche 7X, this kind of frame is equipped with ion jet, and there are seven amounts!" It's going to disintegrate in an instant......"

Although he had broken thoughts, he still sat at the console and meditated hard for the 75 Chinese dollars he could watch a game at night.

If the owner of the car knew that after paying a deposit of 1.4 million yuan, his car was being assembled by a 14-year-old child who was trying to figure out how to assemble it for 200 Chinese dollars, and he would definitely immediately play with the manager who was blowing the sky upstairs.

Two hours have passed, and a car that was not exaggerated but absolutely gorgeous has been dismantled into a large piece, and as soon as it is finished, the new large pile of equipment ordered by Hou Fei through the system has been transferred to the workshop.

Another three hours passed, and through a few assistant robots and Hou Fei's busy work, the car was reassembled.

Judging from the appearance, the car is completely no different from before, but Hou Fei looks a little proud, but he is already hungry with gold stars in his eyes, and he is holding a large piece of high-calorie food and nibbling on it.