Detroit: Get poorer.

...responsive?Androids are also afraid?The future is so high-tech.

The doorbell interrupted my thoughts.

Oh, the remaining five androids have arrived.

Watching the androids bring the so-called goods into the house, there is always a strange feeling, just like humans...trafficking the same kind?

After signing the bill of lading, seeing the androids lined up in the house, I felt my head hurt again.

Meanwhile, my stomach is still restless.

He shook his head and locked the door, ready to go out to find something to eat.

While calculating the balance on the account and the price of the android, I observed the street of the future.

Nothing seems to have changed much.

There are anti-android teams in the streets.

Looking at the huge team, it seems that this is the normal attitude towards bionics?

After looking around, I finally chose a...hot dog shop that seemed affordable.

Well, it just looks more friendly.But fortunately, the taste is not bad, I felt a good mood and walked back thinking about my stomach.

My good mood vanished at the sight of the wide open door.

I quickly ran into the house, fine, old looking furniture... nothing missing, but, where's my android? ?

The room that originally had six bionics seemed crowded, but the empty room now tells me what happened to it.

my property...

Fumbled with the wristband to call the local police station.

It was dark when they arrived.

A friendly-looking police officer held a pen and paper and questioned me.

"Hello, didn't you see anyone else when you called the police?"

I shook my head, sure.

"Six bionics were stolen?"

"Correct."

"However, the bionic will automatically call the police when it finds an intruder. Can you show the purchase receipt from the simulation control center?"

I thought about it, and I really think that the original owner bought these bionics in a serious way...

I shook my head, "I can't find the receipt."

The policeman took a deep look at me, as if he was judging whether I was a fraudulent police officer.

He said to the accompanying police/police: "Submit the case to the abnormal bionic investigation team."

Turning his head again, he comforted me and said, "Tomorrow there will be an investigation team of abnormal bionics to investigate, don't worry, this is their business card, you assist in the investigation."

I had no choice but to take the business card and glance at it.

[Investigation Team of Abnormal Bionic Humans

Connor Hank]