"Woof woof woof—"
"Woof woof—"
"Shit!!"
As the saying goes, you can't expect ivory from a dog's mouth, and when a dog starts barking randomly, it's usually a bad sign.
At this moment, in a data archive room on Atomic Island, a dozen players were being attacked by a group of service robots, among which was a bionic dog with its leg broken and electronic sparks flying from the fracture.
Just a minute ago, the situation wasn't like this.
A 60-year technological gap is no joke. Today's bionic people are indistinguishable from real humans except for not being able to have children, whereas ancient robots were essentially human-shaped tin cans, stiff limbs, rusty metal, and bizarre movements—a bullet per kid.
Just as this group of players were happily grinding for XP, the situation suddenly changed. The skin of these service robots seemed to ignite, with purple arcs appearing at their power joints, and at the heart, a mass of visible purple light began to emerge.
