Mystery Makes Me Strong

Hua Gang heard this, and said in his heart: "I am a human being, and I know people best. Humans are very lazy, and if they don't see the disadvantages for a while, they will spread and use them quickly. Regardless of the tribe or the alliance, even if someone sees a huge hidden danger, In the face of great benefits, they will also choose to use it."

"What you said makes some sense. If that's the case, I can give you the permission to use the robot. As long as you can connect to the Internet, you can control all the robots." The old man said.

"Great!" Hua Gang couldn't help but said.

"Calm down, your every move is under surveillance."

"It's okay, there are no cameras in the bedroom, this is my strong request."

"Yes, there is no one in the bedroom, but there are ultra-distance telescopes facing your window, which can see you clearly."

"What? These bastards are really omnipotent. Don't they have other ideas in their heads besides controlling others?"

Hua Gang cursed in his heart, and then decided to bear it.

This patience is several months.

Over the course of several months, he has learned how to control the robot.

At this moment, in his mind, there is always a map of the distribution of robots.

The huge planet rotates slowly, and the green dots on it represent the signals of each robot.

As he expected, although everyone knows the hidden dangers of robots, it is too easy to use.

As a result, under the ban, smuggling, stealing, and modification have been banned repeatedly.

Especially in tribal jungles, where the land is sparsely populated, it is difficult to control them.

Those ranchers and farmers who live tens of kilometers or even hundreds of kilometers away from the city have a great demand for robots.

Whether it is security or work, it is just needed.

Many elderly farmers regard robots as their children.

In fact, most of the children will not live with the elderly. They used to make up for it by raising dogs and cats. Now that there are more useful and worry-free robots, it is natural to choose the latter.

As for the prohibition above, let them investigate. Anyway, they will find a basement to hide when they come, and they can't find it if they want to search.

"There are now 12.35 million households in the world that have robots. Are these enough to be rebellious?" He asked excitedly.

"It's not enough, because most robots don't have heavy weapons. Once they rebel, they will be easily suppressed. This is not ancient times. Modern troops are recruited and delivered very fast. If there is a rebellion here, it will be able to react within a few hours there." , and sent them over to suppress troops. With their mobilization power, it is very simple to conscript tens of millions of soldiers." The grandfather said.

"Okay then, I'll bear with it."

However, the stubbornness of the main world is beyond imagination.

Hua Gang endured for another two months, and the total number of robots stagnated. Under the ban, the total number did not exceed 35 million at the highest, and only 19.5 million at the lowest.

"Why do you hover in this range?"

"Because the proportion of people who have the guts to disobey the ban is only so large. The alliance has strict control, and only a few people can own it. The tribal control is not strict enough, but most people still will not choose to violate the ban, after all, the fine is too high."

"Damn it!" Only then did Hua Gang realize how difficult it was for his beautiful vision to come to fruition.

"In that case, can the place where these robots are made save me?"

"Impossible, they can only protect themselves. If they dare to save you, it will be a war with the alliance. A war between two mushroom owners is forbidden."

"Mushrooms? By the way, I can rub mushrooms with my hands."

"...Calm down, this is the real world."

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. Do you want me to continue squatting here and suffer? I don't want to stay here for a day."

"I think of an old saying among you humans, which is called, the world is the same as the times. Heroes depend on the times. If you want to rise, you must mess up the world."

"How to mess up?"

"It depends on your own thoughts, I can't give you advice." Grandpa Gaota said.

The reason why I don't want to give it is because it wants to get away as much as possible.

Chaos is chaos.

The picture is poor, it is enough to guide to this step.

After Hua Gang heard this, he immediately thought of many ways based on the technical knowledge he had in his mind.

But after he thought about it, chaos meant the death of many, many people.

Those people have no grudges against him in the past, and have no grudges in recent days. Do I really want to sacrifice them for decades of power?

Although he has gone through some torture, he still can't be as ruthless as a hero.

He is hesitating.

He is wandering.

But Principal Gaota is very confident.

Because humans are beasts, once they are blinded by desire, they don't care about so many things.

As long as it doesn't hurt themselves, they can use the most cruel and inhumane punishment on their own kind.

It is normal for Hua Gang to hesitate now, but time will erase his sympathy.

Anyway, as long as you close your eyes and plug your ears, pretend it doesn't exist.

Time passed day by day.

Although Hua Gang still enjoys the highest treatment.

But in his eyes, while those people were providing him with the most considerate service, they said behind his back: "It's just a lucky guy, but he's actually a fool who is being used by others."

"It's just a pet, and I can do it instead."

"When the knowledge in the brain is drained, he will be sliced, absolutely. That's what Einstein's brain does."

Voices rang in his ears.

He seems to be back in the mental hospital again.

There, everyone talks about everyone else behind their backs.

Doctors, nurses, patients, everyone talks to each other.

No one can live in peace.

It seems that if they don't talk about others, they won't be able to live on.

Tired, destroy it.

He thought so, and then manipulated a robot to spread indescribable knowledge on the Internet.

Then he regretted it, deleted and revoked that knowledge.

But someone saw it.

But after seeing it, the man didn't do anything.

Because that's a nice guy, he just posted a comment.

"The things the respondent said are suspected of being inductive, so don't post them indiscriminately in the future."

After this small vent, Hua Gang calmed down for a while.

Then, someone seemed to notice something was wrong with him.

Then there are various psychological treatments, as well as vacation counseling.

The alliance has done a lot of work. For his spiritual relaxation, he has specially designated an area for him to live in, and he can walk freely in it.

This area is very large, as large as a natural reserve for breeding tigers and lions.

But no matter how big it is, he can't get out of this area.

Just like tigers and lions, they cannot cross the high blocking nets in the reserve.

Although he could walk around until he was tired every day, and drive until the oil burned out every day, he was still not satisfied.

It's just that the pressure accumulated in my heart has slowed down a lot.

However, no matter how slow it is, it will accumulate.

Hua Gang is thirty years old.

Thirty-five years old.

Forty years old.

The magic of time made him anxious.

If he waits any longer, he will be fifty years old.

What is it like to be an emperor at the age of 50? Do you want to be like Liu Bei, who became an emperor in his 60s, and died of aggrieved after a few years of enjoyment?