Counterfeit Hero

Swale smiled awkwardly. He really didn't know how to answer this question.

You said you are an artificial intelligence, what do you want with that thing? Even if you are equipped with a golden hoop that can reach the sky, you will not be able to use it.

The elevator door opened, and several female researchers wearing white research uniforms were waiting for the elevator. When they saw Boswell, they all saluted and said hello. He even glanced at the fat man following Boswell several times.

"Hey!" The face printed on the recruitment poster looked too familiar. A few girls who responded quickly were about to scream out almost immediately. When I was excited, I heard a voice: "Old man, it's not fully functional. The penis is the key. Does that thing come in different models? I want to choose a big one!"

"……."

Although I don't know what the spherical robot in Boswell's hand is, this sentence is really powerful. Several female researchers seemed to have been tapped on their dumb acupoints, their faces flushed, and they quickly squeezed into the elevator with their heads down.

Boswell only felt that his reputation was disgraced, and his old face turned red. The fat man didn't care, he just looked around. Anyway, it was Boswell who was embarrassing the brat, and it had nothing to do with him.

The First Military Academy in the Capital is the largest, oldest and most famous military academy in the Leray Federation. It was founded five hundred years ago during the Nademik dynasty. During the Leray War of Independence three hundred years ago, all the students of this school, then known as the Nadmik Military Command University, under the leadership of Marshal Stanley, the then principal, became a rebel against the brutal rule of the dynasty and fought for The backbone of Leray's independence.

For three hundred years. The First Military Academy in the capital once produced two marshals, forty-eight generals, as well as lieutenant generals and major generals. That’s literally countless. so. This college is known as the cradle of the LeRay Federation.

Looking at the wide, bright walkways of the complex. Neat and standard rooms, various advanced scientific research instruments and teaching equipment. The fat man suddenly let out a long sigh.

Back then, after he learned that An Lei was applying for the military academy, he secretly came to the only military academy in the capital to register, but was kicked out. If it weren't for the low threshold for joining the army, Fatty knew that he might never be able to become a soldier in his lifetime.

Following Boswell, we soon arrived at the laboratory.

After passing through two security doors and a cleaning area. A hall similar to that of Garipalan's laboratory appeared in front of Fatty. In each division, an energy cannon and several mechas of unknown models are being modified or tested by researchers. Dozens of researchers are busy in front of the huge central computer.

An intern-looking researcher held a piece of data in his hand, flipping through it while quickly passing by the fat man. Looking up inadvertently, the intern suddenly looked at the fat man with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

The fat man didn't know why and stared back with the same expression. The two people faced each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.

Boswell knew it was going to be bad. He pulled the fat man and got into his own research room. When there was only a crack left in the automatic door behind him, a cry of surprise came in.

"Tian Xingjian! Oh my god, it's Tian Xingjian, the federal hero. Tian Xingjian is here!"

The intern circled the field, jumping and running, announcing his amazing discovery. The whole laboratory suddenly became a mess. The scoldings, questions, screams, and the intern's shouts turned the originally quiet laboratory into a vegetable market.

No need for Boswell to say anything, Fatty already understood that he was doomed.

During the time he left the Federation, he was put on a poster. The reason was definitely not because he was thick-skinned. It was a good thing done by a few old immortals from the Federation Military and the President.

They pushed themselves out and hung a sign on their chests. On the front of the sign were engraved four characters: "Federal Heroes"

It sounds very glorious, but Fatty knows that there are a few words on the back of the brand, one more than the front, which is called: "Cannon Fodder!"

Boswell held the kid in his arms and automatically ignored the fat man's resentful eyes. He quickly called up a dense collection of robot models from the central computer, clicked on one of them, and said to the kid: "Master, look at it." how about this?"

A tall and handsome man appeared on the virtual screen. With blond hair, blue eyes, sculpted facial features, an inverted triangle-like body, and slender limbs, he was almost perfect by a man's standards.

Boswell said: "This is the Helios 18 guard robot developed by the Sunshine Robot Company of the Jiepen Empire in 2061. It is currently a luxury item among five-star robots. The body frame is made of super alloy, and the muscles and skin tissues , all use the best materials in the universe, and both the look and feel are the same as real people. The most important thing is that the movement sensitivity and strength of the guard robot are several times higher than that of ordinary service robots."

The little kid stared at Sun God No. 18, looking left and right, wondering: "Why is there no penis?"

Boswell said awkwardly: "These robots can only execute very strict procedures and do not have the ability to judge outside the procedures. There is really no need for that stuff. Moreover, human society has very strict regulations on robots, and they are not allowed to pretend casually." Something that is against ethics and morals. However, some companies that produce adult toys have developed such things."

The little kid understood it clearly and said: "A simulation doll that can move and scream?"

Boswell nodded and said, "Yes, that's it."

"Obscene!" the little kid was filled with indignation.

"Moral corruption!" The fat man said righteously.

"Then do we have samples of high-end simulation dolls in our laboratory?" The little kid said innocently: "Maybe I can get some inspiration."

The fat man on the side gave the little kid an approving look.

"How could there be such a thing in the laboratory?" Boswell said seriously. Seeing the unhappy look on the kid's face, he thought for a moment and said, "I do have a few collector's editions at home."

…”

"How about this one?" Boswell changed the subject: "If you choose, we will use the best materials to make it for you. It is guaranteed to be more advanced than the classic collector's edition. I want to decorate it with more things. Whether it is Whether it’s technology or materials, our laboratory has them all.”

The little kid looked at the fat man with an unkind expression. How could he, with his exquisite orifices, turn into a handsome boy and follow the fat man? What will be the consequences? He made a decision immediately: "This image is too ugly. It makes you look stupid at first sight. Is there anyone as handsome and powerful as our fat man?".

The fat man was very pleased and patted his butt lovingly. Pointing at a robot on the virtual screen, he said, "I think this one is good."

The little kid looked at the baby-like robot on the fat man's finger. I almost fainted. He immediately shook his head.

The fat man said angrily: "Why can't it work? This one is so cute. Look carefully, this one has a small penis. Old man, tell me about it!"

Boswell introduced: "This is a baby robot developed by Feiyang Republic. It is specially used for mothers to learn childcare and breastfeeding. Because the skin is particularly soft and smooth, and the appearance is designed according to women's favorite baby image, it is particularly popular. Women like it. After it was put on the market, not only pregnant women bought it. Even some girls also like to buy it as toys."

"But..." Boswell looked at the grieving little kid carefully and said, "The penis is just a decoration. It's not very useful. Of course, we can make modifications."

"Girls also buy it?" The fat man asked with some confusion: "They don't have breasts, why do they buy them?"

The originally dejected little kid suddenly lit up after hearing the fat man's question. He turned around and listened to Boswell: "It's a girl's nature to like cute things when they see them. The Sun God No. 18 is a luxury product. War. It was developed after the outbreak and cannot be seen by the Federation. However, this baby-shaped robot is not uncommon in the homes of wealthy people in the Federation. It has been developed into the third generation. Girls like to hold it and keep it as electronic pets. "

"Hold?" The little kid's eyes sparkled even more.

"Cute?" The fat man waved his hand: "This virtue has nothing to do with this little bastard. Let's try another one."

"No!" the little kid suddenly shouted: "This is the one, I like this one! It's so cute. It matches my name very well."

"The cock is very small." The fat man said.

"It doesn't matter, I don't need it anyway." The little kid said, "It would be nice to have one for decoration."

"Is this the one you've decided on?" Boswell asked.

"This is the one!" the kid said firmly.

The three people's eyes were directed to different places, and everyone understood each other tacitly.

"However, this one seems a little too small. It's only a few months old and can't walk or run. How about we change it to about two years old and just able to walk?" Boswell suggested.

"Anyway, it needs to be cute. The kind that makes a woman overflow with motherly love when she sees it." The kid said: "It doesn't matter if it's a little older. Children as young as two years old have a relatively strong ability to interact with people. However, the functions must be complete. To do , just do your best.”

"Then just do what the battle robots do!" Boswell said excitedly: "Since the current battle robots have no extra-programmed judgment, they will only carry out limited attack actions according to fixed procedures during battle, or they will be controlled by remote control. Controlled by a computer, think about it, a battle robot controlled by artificial intelligence!”

Speaking of the latter part, the old man's face was already glowing with excitement.

"Yes, yes!" the little kid suddenly said, "Is it too heavy to hold up? What should I do?"

"Made with the most cutting-edge materials!" Boswell said: "The skeleton structure is made of biological two-state metal, wrapped in ultra-light fiber, and the telescopic weapons are made of ultra-light alloy. It will definitely not weigh more than a child of the same size. "

"The most important thing is to disguise." Fatty said: "Basically, there are very few opportunities for it to take action. At critical moments, it must be confusing. Liquefiable reducing metals can also be used. Long-range attack weapons, hide a handful in the body An energy gun will do. Think more about its hands and mouth. It’s more confusing for children to bite."

"Yes!" Buti danced with his hands: "You don't use your mouth normally. At critical moments, you have to open it wide, like a shark. You can bite ten kilograms of meat in one bite!"

"Yes." Boswell called up the design drawing of the baby robot on the central computer, and while making modifications and annotations beside it, he said: "The strength of the hand needs to be increased, and it can be turned into a claw. According to our technology, , the super-carbide steel plate is just a matter of two claws.”

"Defense is also crucial." Fatty came up with an idea and became addicted: "Biological two-state metal is six times stronger than super hard alloy. Don't worry about this. However, the internal micro energy engine, computer program core and other electronic sensing The system must be fire-proof, waterproof, anti-corrosion, and preferably bullet-proof and explosion-proof.”

"There are also electronic systems." The little kid remembered his specialty and shouted: "It must be able to carry out a certain degree of communication interference or electronic shielding, it must have a stable wireless network connection device, and the computer must have the most powerful computing power. .”

"No problem." Boswell said: "Anyway, we will use the most cutting-edge things in our laboratory. If we don't have it, I will go to the college to get it. In terms of technology, we will first organize the public relations of the whole college. If it is not advanced enough now, wait for us We’ll find a way to change it when we get to Chakna.”

"Old man, you are so kind." Pipi said, "I will give you a greeting gift first." After saying that, he inserted the robot hand into the data port of the central computer. A few minutes later, the electronic sound of data transmission completed sounded, and Butt opened the virtual screen.

"This mecha is..." Boswell jumped up suddenly. He couldn't believe his eyes: "[God-given]!".