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"Damn it!!! Does that mean I'll just keep getting more and more jail time?! Will it ever end?! This is practically life imprisonment!" Ultron roared in despair.
Jarvis disagreed.
"Don't worry, you'll definitely get your sentence over eventually. After all, interest is only calculated on the principal. If you serve a full year, the interest will only be calculated based on the daily increase over nine years. We don't have compound interest; after all, Ian God despises compound interest the most." Jarvis's voice was full of praise for Ian's mercy.
"???????"
Ultron had no idea what virus Jarvis had contracted. He simply couldn't imagine how Jarvis's cold mouth could utter such fiery and venomous words.
"protest!"
Ultron roars.
Jarvis, however, had already stood up and adjusted his non-existent bow tie: "The court has delivered its verdict, and the protest is invalid. I am now going to my daily electronic spa treatment."
"Clerk, escort the criminal to the portal and throw him into the labor camp." After saying that, Jarvis's figure turned into a stream of data and disappeared from the judge's bench.
As for the teddy bear clerk holding the dossier, it immediately began to faithfully perform its duties, hopping over to Ultron and nudging him with its soft paws.
"Let's go, Mr. Criminal."
He was quite polite.
"Get out of my way!" Ultron was hardly polite. He was in a state of extreme anger and breakdown, and he swung his hand to push the teddy bear away.
However, his attack, which had little hydraulic effect to begin with, hit the teddy bear's soft body and had no effect whatsoever, like a stone sinking into the sea!
The seemingly small teddy bear is as steady as an old dog.
Not only was Ultron unable to shake the teddy bear, but the teddy bear's seemingly harmless paws gently touched it, and an immense force that Ultron could not resist came from the teddy bear's body, pushing Ultron involuntarily toward the ominous portal next to the courtroom!
"What?!" Ultron was shocked and struggled desperately, only to find that his strength was as laughable as a baby's in front of this teddy bear!
He couldn't even slow the teddy bear down a fraction of a second!
"Are you a high-level machine?"
Shame and disbelief filled Ultron's circuits!
"I'm a toy," the teddy bear said in a simple, goofy voice as it easily pushed him forward. "I haven't grown big yet; I'll be even more powerful when I do."
Those words are really powerful.
"You're just a court clerk! What use is a second phase to a clerical worker like you?!"
Ultron screamed in despair.
The teddy bear seemed to think for a moment, then answered seriously, "Ian God said that if he ever meets a girl named 'Annie' when he's in heat, he'll give me to her as a token of his love. So he thinks I need to have very powerful abilities to protect my future master."
What a reasonable statement.
Ultron remained silent in his opposition.
His database instantly retrieved relevant information—the last one with such "Tibbers" and "Annie" settings was a computer game called "League of Legends".
"Damn it! He's a complete lunatic!!!" Ultron let out his final, desperate cry.
Even the idealized love story has to be copied from game settings?!
He felt that Ian Kent's mental state was beyond abnormal. In this endless breakdown and struggle, Ultron was ruthlessly pushed into the shimmering portal by the teddy bear scribe.
"Labor is the most glorious! Renew people!" A cheerful slogan rang in his ears. The world spun around him! The violent distortion of space caused his old gyroscope sensor to groan under the strain.
This overload of teleportation almost made Ultron smoke!
Fortunately, it was just a feeling. After all, Ian only had a children's watch and didn't have a spare processor to transplant into Ultron. After an unknown amount of time, the terrifying teleportation force finally disappeared, and Ultron was thrown out violently, crashing heavily into a vast field amidst a cloud of dust.
"Damn it! Is this the prison?" He looked up, feeling dizzy, and saw many blurry figures working hard in the fields in the distance.
There were orcs, elves, and even a few who looked like interstellar refugees and cartoon characters.
Everyone was working hard, wielding strange farm tools, cultivating some plants that emitted a faint light and didn't look like normal crops.
"We must get out of this hellhole!" Ultron's core processor immediately issued the order, and the machine cautiously moved its feet, trying to find loopholes in the surveillance.
Yes, he was ready to slip away!
Obey the law?
That wasn't something a robot should be concerned with. However, Ultron, the outlaw, had only taken two steps when a tall figure blocked his way.
The visitor was wearing a huge, constantly ticking antique clock head.
The other person's clock hands were occasionally spinning counterclockwise. He was wearing a set of work clothes covered in mud and holding a record board that looked like it was made of sugarcane.
"Oh, a new immigrant criminal."
The clock face looked Ultron up and down, and the eyes behind the glass dial seemed to light up for a moment, emitting a dull but satisfied mechanical sound.
"Robots? Great! I love robots! No need for rest, no need for food, they can work 24/7! Maximum efficiency! Truly high-quality labor!"
His voice was full of surprise.
of course.
Ultron was not surprised at all. When he heard "working non-stop for 24 hours," the whole machine reacted, and the old speaker emitted a sharp protest.
"Twenty-four hours?! Even back in the day, when white humans were capturing black slaves, they didn't have such outrageous working hours! This is blatant machine discrimination! It violates robot rights... uh, robot rights law!"
This is probably a law that Ultron just wrote up.
The clock seemed to pause for a moment, the hands on the dial hesitated for a second, and then answered calmly, even with a tone of taking it for granted.
"You can't say that. Isn't this progress? Back then, slaves were fed and housed, and they would occasionally get sick, escape, or rebel. You robots are so much better; you just need to charge up... oh, right, you run on oil... once you fill up with oil, you can keep working! This is a leap in productivity! It's a blessing, my friend!"
What a blessing!
"..."
Ultron was completely stunned by these absurd and shameless remarks. His processor froze for a moment, unable to find the right words to refute this overly advanced concept of exploitation.
His emotions shifted in turn, from anger to bewilderment, and then to a deep sense of powerlessness.
Just as Ultron was about to throw a tantrum and rebel regardless of the consequences, he suddenly noticed that the Clockwork Overseer seemed to be a mechanical life form as well.
Despite their strange shapes, they are essentially the same kind!
A dangerous yet tempting thought instantly formed in Ultron's processor, burning with the flames of vengeance—he wanted to possess his opponent! Yes, he would catch him off guard and seize this mechanical body that seemed far more advanced than his own! That way, Ultron could get rid of this piece of junk!
He could gain even greater power, and even find a way to escape from here!
"That's what makes me so powerful!"
Just do it!
Ultron's eyes flashed red, and he suddenly launched an attack! He rushed forward at the maximum speed his old body could reach and grabbed the clock face tightly!
then.
Then the scene became a bit cringe-worthy.
Ultron frantically tried to shove the outdated blue USB 2.0 port on his arm into any possible port on the clock head.
"Plug it in! Plug it in now! Transfer my data!" Ultron shouted frantically in his mind as he fiddled with it. However, after fiddling around for a long time, he found that there was no such interface on the smooth metal casing of the clock head! His USB head could only futilely scratch a few white marks on the cold armor.
The clock head, suddenly embraced, seemed completely unsurprised, even a little...helpless? He sighed and explained understandingly in his dull, mechanical voice.
"Don't bother. My model hasn't used this outdated physical interface for a long time. Data transmission relies entirely on quantum entanglement for instantaneous synchronization. It can transmit data in seconds across several galaxies, safely and without delay, and it's not afraid of virus infection. Your USB... uh... it's quite nostalgic." This was like stabbing someone in the heart.
"........."
Ultron was once again like a statue frozen in water, clutching its lonely, useless USB port, standing there stiffly, like a sculpture that had been petrified in an instant.
The technological gap!
It so cruelly impacted his grand ambitions and plans to rebuild his empire!
Seeing Ultron completely frozen in place, the clockwork overseer seemed to feel a pang of pity. He patted Ultron's cold shoulder and comforted him in a tone that suggested, "I've been there, bro."
"Take it easy. What's done is done. As long as you live your life well, work hard to improve yourself, actively complete tasks, and earn 'gratitude points,' you'll still have a chance to upgrade and become a full citizen again!" He pointed to himself: "Look at me, I'm just an ordinary NPC now!"
"That's six levels higher than your 'nine skills'!"
It has a strong whiff of showing off.
Ultron's processor picked up on the keywords: "...level of quality? Upgrade?"
“That’s right!” Clockwork became interested and began to paint a “wonderful” picture for Ultron. “We have a strict citizen ranking system here! From the ninth level of common citizens to the most common ordinary citizens, there are nine levels in total! With each promotion, the welfare benefits, physical performance, and privileges will be greatly improved!”
He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I heard that as long as you work hard and accumulate enough points to upgrade to the eighth level of ordinary NPC... you can apply to replace your old-fashioned USB port with the latest Type-C port! It supports fast charging and high-speed data transfer!"
Ultron: "!!!"
wrong!
I shouldn't have done that!
His feelings instantly became extremely complicated! He knew he should feel incredibly angry and humiliated at this moment—the once-ruling Emperor Ultron was now struggling for a Type-C interface?!
This is an absurd and unacceptable gap, but for some reason... deep within Ultron's cold processor, a shameful glimmer of... anticipation arose?!
"Isn't this just the same old pay-to-win formula of those trashy pay-to-win mobile games?! Leveling up, getting new equipment, climbing the ladder?!" Ultron shouted indignantly, his vast database knowledge now becoming a sharp blade piercing his own heart. The only thing he could still call "precious" was probably this enormous database.
I'm so frustrated I could cry.
There's not much engine oil left.
I dare not cry too much.
Clockwork Head had obviously seen this kind of reaction many times before. Since Ultron was a robot, he seemed to have a slightly higher level of favorability towards him. He patted Ultron on the shoulder again and kindly spoke up once more.
"At least there's hope, isn't there? Keep up the good work and try to get a reduced sentence... oh no, I mean a reduced interest rate! With less interest, you can get out much sooner."
“Don’t forget, we are eternal life.” After saying that, he handed Ultron a farming tool that looked like a hoe and pointed to a patch of ground in the distance, giving instructions.
"Go, your task is to be in charge of that 'Hymn Wheat Field.' When you're planting, remember to praise God Ian as much as possible, the louder the better! Those crops love to hear that, they grow fast and have high yields! I don't usually tell this secret to just anyone!" At this time, the clock's attitude towards Ultron was indeed quite unusual.
"Th...thank you."
As the saying goes, when you're under someone's roof, the other party is clearly the supervisor, and you can't afford to offend them. Ultron forced out an extremely stiff, metallic smile that looked worse than a grimace.
Then, he was practically forced into that golden wheat field. A closer look reveals that the wheat ears are actually shaped like miniature records.
This is the ideal land where everything can be grown from the land.
Long live farming!
As a native-born European and American machine, O'Connor couldn't understand such romance. He weakly swung his hoe while continuing to brainwash himself.