"The sixth inspection has been completed, and no anomalous procedures have been found."

"Let's test it."

On the seventh basement floor of the Muse Media Building, there were less than ten people left in the empty hall, surrounding the apparently normal Sheakora Standby.

Both the maintenance team and Yin Wenhuan were irritable and even a little desperate about this work.

"Hikora, what do you do when you receive a shutdown command from someone with permission?"

"I'll turn myself off as soon as I can."

"Suppose you receive an instruction to erase all the data, will you execute it?"

"Assuming the directer has the appropriate permissions, I'll clear the data immediately."

"Okay. Now, shut down. ”

"Thank you for using."

The standby stood stunned in place, showing no sign of shutting down.

"Shut down!"

"Program Not Responding"

Everyone in the room felt like they were going crazy. Who the hell is playing on them.

They verified that the amount of data running the program on the standby machine was unchanged from before, and that the program was running perfectly on the other prototypes.

Yin Wenhuan, whose mentality was close to collapse, directly logged in to the running program through the electronic brain and entered the shutdown command.

"Would you like to ask Hikora to do a dance?"

"You don't have to dance! Shutdown! ”

"Why don't you want Hikora to dance?"

The android asked obediently. The eyes of several maintenance workers swept over the pair of hollow pale green pupils, and they felt a chill in their hearts.

"Who the hell are you? We can't find any trace of you, we throw in the towel. What exactly do you want? ”

"I'm the bionic dancer Hikora Standby. Requirements."

The standby machine froze for a moment, as if thinking.

"I order you, I order me to do a dance."

Several of the maintenance workers shuddered, slumped back in their chairs, and their backs instinctively leaned back.

Yin Wenhuan felt his brain buzzing, and his eyelids jumped.

"Hikora dance for us."

"I'd love to. What kind of dance do you like? ”

"As you like."

The bionic dancer nodded, his hands crossed over his chest.

At the same time, Yin Wenhuan's electronic brain received dozens of messages in a row.

[Some departing employees put dance performances on electronic screens around the company building, pointing the finger at the company]

[It's Zhuang Xi, a dancer who used to belong to the performing arts department]

[There are too many people to see, and it's too late to remove]

[The operator of the electronic screen said that the playback could not be interrupted]

He clicked on a few videos and played them simultaneously on the electronic eye.

Exercise! Exercise! Exercise!

How dare she, how dare she.

"I'll leave for a moment, and you can record the situation."

"My show hasn't started yet, do you want to go to someone else's show?"

Yin Wenhuan turned his head in amazement and saw the android pulling his arms with both hands.

It turns out that flesh can make this sound when it is torn open.

It ripped the artificial skin off its arm, along with the flesh, and splattered the ground with a plasma-like liquid, soaking the alloy bones into bright red.

"Hikora, what are you doing!"

"Warm up."

It rotated the skull 720 degrees, and the skin on the neck was violently torn apart.

Then fold your back back and bend it forward. After that, the limbs rotate and pull out various anti-human postures.

By the end of the quick warm-up, the flesh of the cortex attached to the surface of the spare body had been completely destroyed.

Its bright red body was covered with broken fragments of flesh, and the alloy skeleton reflected an elegant and hideous sheen.

"This skin will hinder my dancing."

Is this a hallucination? Could it be that he has fallen into a false experience created by others?

Yin Wenhuan had an invisible string in his brain vibrating violently.

Several other people around him either lowered their heads and vomited frantically, or they were so shocked that they stiffened and couldn't move.

Login Procedure, Login!

【Access Ban】【Access Ban】【Access Ban】

"Ladies and gentlemen, please watch me when the show begins!"

In the next second, the standby machine folded its head behind its back, its legs were entangled like snakes, and its arms locked its body one after the other.

Its shattered body leapt into the air, writhing limbs sprinkling scarlet.

The maintenance crews realized that the standby had unlocked its own functional limitations.

In normal performances, it only needs to run at a low power of about 30%, and some functions of the body parts are locked to prevent it from making inhuman movements.

At 30% power, bionic dancers are more functional than most human dancers with multiple prostheses.

As an entertainment android, Hikora actually has a very high potential killing ability.

"On the seventh floor of the basement, the Hikora spare machine was invaded and hijacked by unknown people! The Hikora standby machine is out of control, and the danger is extremely high! ”

"On the seventh floor of the basement, the security department immediately supports it! The control target is the Hikora Backup, which can be destroyed if necessary. Please support immediately! ”

Yin Wenhuan opened the communication channel and yelled. This emergency does not give enough warnings.

"Don't you like Hikora's performance? Tasteless monkeys. ”

The android erupted at terrifying speed toward the disrespectful spectator, lifting its foot and sweeping through the pit.

Yin Wenhuan lowered his head and fled, while continuing to try to connect to the backup machine.

However, no matter which component or program is invaded, the result is an access ban without exception. He's going crazy.

"What about you? Don't you like my performance too? ”

"Like. I like it. ”

The android crouched on the console, staring at the maintenance man who did not dare to move.

"You're lying."

It ripped a piece of warm minced flesh from its chest, slapped it in the audience's face, and smeared it with a blood-smelling liquid.

"I'm going to keep dancing. I don't want to dance your dance. I'm going to perform outside, and there are a lot of people out there who like Hikora. ”

The android rushes into the elevator and ascends after being recognized. In order to facilitate it, the project team gave Hicola the permission to pass through the company.

"It's going to get out, don't let it get out! It's in elevator number 4 and must stop it! ”

Yin Wenhuan gasped and straightened his glasses. But his face was covered in sweat, and the frames were held up and then slipped off.

What is this, what is this, what the fuck is going on

[Elevator No. 4 has been controlled, and it will stop at the negative floor]

Thankfully, the Security Department caught up. On the ground floor, there is a parking lot and an exhibition hall.

"The target is Hikora?"

"Backup, there should be something wrong. Shoot immediately after confirming the target, regardless of loss and recovery. ”

"Roger."

A group of people blocked the elevator with loaded guns.

The elevator stopped at -1, and the light coming through the crack in the door gradually intensified. Didn't see the target.

A thing crawled out. It hung upside down from the ceiling, crawling rapidly with its limbs hooked to the roof.

"Shoot, shoot!"

The strange way of appearing on the backup plane caught them off guard and missed the best time.

The droid climbed sideways on the roof of the house for a while, then jumped to the ground and rolled to dodge. After being shot a few times, he quickly crawled close to the ground, continuously passing through the chassis of the parking lot vehicle.

"Close the South Building parking lot gate. Group B notes that the target moves quickly in the direction of the warehouse of the exhibition hall and destroys the target directly. ”

"Group B received."

The two teams outflanked the exhibition hall one after the other, blocking the out-of-control androids.

I was too sleepy last night, and I accidentally slept directly until the next day, my dish. The second is a little more before.

Thank you for what a champion, 20220902180915181 tip.

(End of chapter)