Chapter 1035: Chapter 102: The Question of Money or Dignity
“Why can’t the chanical Servant withstand that cha! It’s clearly just an antique!”
The councilman, whose body was already 80% chanically transford, pounded on the table forcefully.
As more news was compiled from the front, the hastily gathered Supre Council mbers felt quite complicated.
It’s like waking up in the morning, sipping soy milk and eating Youtiao, pondering which flavor of instant noodles to buy with this month’s salary, only to receive a call from your boss saying everyone recognizes your talent and unanimously agrees you should beco the new company legal representative, starting imdiately, with boundless prospects ahead.
In short, one is utterly confused.
“Firstly, the warti capacity of the Royal chanical Servant itself isn’t strong. According to Basic Protocol Article 96, the weaponry carried by chanical Servants must keep power below the safety line to ensure they don’t beco a safety hazard, even while handling social security threats.”
“Secondly, item 2276 from the Guardian Association Headquarters’ collection, after restoration, has regained its normal operational capability, with several usage records. The latest usage record is from last year’s Christmas banquet…”
The female chanical puppet in the center of the hall, with hands interwoven before her, calmly and politely explained.
“Enough! I don’t want to hear this! Answer my question! Why couldn’t the chanical Servant block that antique? Isn’t it just an oversized toy?”
“Correction, item 2276 in the collection is not a toy; it’s docunted as a weapon in all archival records. The reason past operators couldn’t unleash this weapon’s true power is primarily due to lack of systematic training and inability to withstand the overload generated by the cha’s movent… A specific case occurred seventeen years ago, where Erson, the second son of the Rowe family, wanted to…”
“Don’t try to fool with these absurd excuses! Answer my question…”
“If you just want to avoid responsibility, I’m willing to bear that responsibility.”
The voice behind the chanical puppet from the Tushan clan remained gentle and calm: “But that does nothing to solve the current problem.”
“Enough! Now is not the ti for quarreling!”
The Chief Officer of the Council halted the councilman who had transford into a broken record and turned to look at the impeccably dressed elderly gentleman beside him.
“Professor Maxwell, what do you think? Do we need to awaken those dormant professors?”
“It’s unnecessary. Those old folks have bad tempers; if they wake up and find that you’ve lost your heads over such trivial matters, I’m afraid the first batch to be executed would be you.”
The old man shook his head and focused on the female puppet being questioned in the center of the hall.
“Transgressor, have you betrayed Avalon?”
“I don’t accept such an accusation, Professor Maxwell. I have never betrayed.”
“Then are you hiding sothing from us?”
Micro light flickered in the chanical puppet’s eyes.
“Please define the specific criteria for ‘hiding sothing.’ According to Basic Protocol Article 54, the mainfra will not push invalid information streams. Invalid standards refer to anything irrelevant to personal work and life…”
“Let’s not discuss this for now.”
The old man waved his hand, indicating the chanical puppet to stop being so pedantic.
“Transgressor, I ant whether you have withheld so related information about the Cavendish family and the Cromwell family, as well as the Supre Council, leading to this dire situation?”
“I refuse to accept this charge.”
The chanical puppet replied, “According to Basic Protocol Article 77, I cannot proactively make subjective suggestions that influence human thought patterns and reasoning. All subjective suggestions I’ve made in the past were authorized and approved by the Supre Council, with records available for review at any ti.”
“Additionally, according to Basic Protocol Article 79, unless the Supre Council authorizes permission, no one may order under any pretext to privately review others’ private information.”
“In other words, Chief Prosecutor Jas Cromwell cannot access confidential intelligence on the Cavendish family without authorization from the Supre Council, nor can I proactively disclose relevant information to him.”
“If you call this action ‘hiding sothing,’ then my answer is—yes.”
If Li Mumu were to hear this conversation, she would definitely complain, I know, this is spaghetti code.
When designing and building the Mathematics Transgressor, scientists established as many as three hundred basic underlying protocols to ensure this supercomputer would never betray humanity, shutting down any possibility of betrayal or even thoughts of betrayal.
But they didn’t take human nature into account.
While researching social issues, scientists often commit a common mistake by viewing themselves as normal, rational individuals, assuming most people are the sa.
However, reality proves most people lack rationality most of the ti, acting purely on animal instincts and brain hormone secretion.
Take right now, for example. The old professor knows well that those present are not truly concerned about any outsider, as the Transgressor has already given a controllable threat assessnt.
What they really care about is, who will take the bla?
The Transgressor certainly wouldn’t mind taking the bla, but as she said, what purpose does it serve to have a machine take the bla? Smash it? Bring life to a halt?
Contemplative for a mont, Professor Maxwell continued questioning: “Based on your calculations, what more do we have to sacrifice to handle this foreign enemy?”
“The endurance of human flesh is limited, and so is the durability of the Heavenly Armor. They receive no energy supplies or supernatural power support within the Magic Prohibition Zone. Moreover, this outsider is not planning to escape but is approaching our control adjustnt tower.”
The Transgressor softly replied: “According to preliminary calculations, barring any mishaps, with his current combat style, his stamina and the cha’s durability will deplete within thirty to fifty minutes. Considering the outsider’s exquisite martial arts skills, we estimate at least eighteen rcury Angels, two hundred seventy-four Royal chanical Servants, two hundred Engineering Machinery, five hundred Regular Army personnel in casualties… as well as eight million pounds in economic property losses.”
Upon hearing the eight million pound figure, many experienced heart-stopping shock.
What kind of ho-wrecker is this?
Professor Maxwell calmly pursued, “Is there any other way to shorten this ti or minimize the loss?”
“There is.”
The chanical puppet smiled: “Either agree to his terms, satisfying a young man’s pride and vanity, which I believe is the most reasonable choice at present, rely requiring everyone to forgo so dignity.”
“Or, Professor Maxwell, I can only suggest you initiate the Guardian Protocol and awaken a Defender.”
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