Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After Ron agreed to Ah Han's request, he stayed with Caroline for a while before leaving without staying to eat.

Because today's chef is Oleg, of course, if it were anyone else, Ron wouldn't eat it, unless the person cooking was Max.

To be honest, if Li Han hadn't always taken good care of the two sisters and Ron owed him a favor, it would have been impossible to agree to his unreasonable request.

How could I, Ron, an IRS law enforcer, such a serious person, go to such an unfair place? !

Ron swore that he would only take a look at that kind of place because he was helping Li Han. Otherwise, he would never be able to go to that kind of place in his life.

"Ron, your Kung Pao Chicken."

Accompanied by a squeaking mechanical sound, a robotic hand delivered the takeaway in front of Ron, interrupting his thoughts.

"Finally, it's my own Mushu meat." Howard continued to operate the robot hand and delivered the last meal to himself.

"Awesome!" The little otakus burst into cheers.

Howard proudly said: "The dishes are here, gentlemen, a whole table of dinner served by robots."

"And it only took half an hour?" Ron looked down at his watch. In this daze, half an hour had passed unknowingly.

"With today's technology, it's pretty good," Shelton concluded, "but we have to be careful."

"Why?"

"Today the robots can serve us Chinese food, and tomorrow they can send the Terminator to travel back in time and murder Sarah Connor." Sheldon continued his usual unfounded worry.

"If such a day comes, I will kill my relatives as soon as possible. I will first kill you, a traitor among humans, and then blast its head with a shotgun. So don't think too much. We can start eating. Besides..."

Ron turned his gaze to Howard: "Next time, don't use my exoskeleton mecha parts to do such a stupid thing."

"Hey, Ron, this is not on your mecha. It's an extension arm that NASA commissioned me to design to repair the International Space Station. It's super fun. Do you want me to ask him to get you something else? How about some soy sauce?"

Howard was very amused and stared at Ron with keen eyes.

"Forget it, by the time your robotic arm brings me the soy sauce, I've already finished my meal." Ron rolled his eyes: "But this reminds me, isn't the progress of the mecha just reaching the skeleton part now? I Wondering if I can add two more robotic arms to my mecha?

It's the kind of mechanical arm that can be controlled by brain waves and can help me pick up two more weapons such as rocket launchers or micro-missiles. "

Ron started a new topic at the dinner table, which immediately attracted the technical nerds to get into discussion. Once the technical nerds got into the state, they couldn't get it back.

In the middle of the meal, he rolled out the whiteboard and started sketching a new design plan on it. As a PhD in liberal arts, Ron could only quietly exit the apartment after finishing the meal so as not to disturb their conversation. ideas.

We have plenty of time to play games, but if you can pilot a mecha in reality, what man wouldn’t want to try it?

Although this mecha is just a full-cover exoskeleton machine, and according to the existing battery technology, it can only support 30 minutes of outdoor exercise at most. Even Sheldon's ingenuity cannot solve this problem.

"If you want him to be active for a longer time, don't even think about it unless you make a portable and controllable nuclear fusion!" Sheldon said.

Ron was confused when he thought about this. You can't drag a long tail (wire) power supply behind her when she wears a mecha, right?

And while Ronwei's mecha was tossing and turning and unable to sleep, Howard, who had already brought the robotic arm home, was overjoyed.

"Oh, my God, my God, it feels so comfortable!" Howard groaned in comfort under the massage of the robotic arm.

Inspired by Ron, he discovered more wonderful uses of the robotic arm, and he didn't even bother to go to eat when his mother called him.

"It feels so good. It feels so good. It's as comfortable as being massaged by real human hands~"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Howard suddenly became energetic. He turned to look at the mechanical arm that was still massaging his shoulders, and a trace of a smile appeared on his wretched face.

etc! If the feeling of a massage is no different from that of real human hands, doesn’t it mean that many other things that human hands can do, robotic arms can also do it for them?

And as long as you don’t press the pause button, you can work tirelessly forever...

Doing whatever comes to mind is one of the roots of Howard's outstanding hands-on ability.

Howard opened the door to his room and took a sneak peek outside. After confirming that his mother was still eating downstairs, he returned to his room like a thief and quietly locked the door.

After a burst of tapping on the keyboard, a new program replaced the original massage program. Howard's smile became more and more wanton, he turned on the music in the room, and lay down on his chair with his whole body relaxed, and he Opposite is the robotic arm.

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Dong dong dong~

Ron, who was about to fall asleep, was woken up by a knock on the door: "Who is it?"

Ron walked to the door, pistol in hand.

"It's me, Leonard, and Rajesh. Ron, can you go out with us? Something happened over there with Howard."

Hearing Leonard's voice, Ron felt relieved, put away his pistol and opened the door.

"Howard? What happened to him? Don't tell me that the laboratory was stolen or exploded. Hell, if I know who did it, I will make him regret coming to this world!" Ron frowned.

"No, no, no," Leonard waved his hand quickly: "It's some other things, related to the robotic arm just now."

"Robotic arm?" Ron asked strangely: "What can happen to the robotic arm? It's not like what Sheldon said, the robot started to rebel, right? If that's the case, you just need to pull off his power supply."

"No," Leonard's expression suddenly became a little strange, half-smiling but not smiling, with a sullen face, as if he was suppressing something: "His robotic arm accidentally got stuck in a strange place. "

"The robotic arm is stuck? Where is that?"

"That's it." Leonard gestured with his hands and glanced around. Finally, Ding pointed at Rajesh's crotch standing next to him.

"That's the place."

"That place?!" Ron's eyes widened in surprise: "How did he get the robot arm stuck in that place? It can't be that he was just sitting around at home and bored with the FXXK robot!"