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Mr. Tin Can, are you sure that this behavior doesn’t violate your robot ethics and AI guidelines? There’s a possibility of a short circuit in your circuits. –

…A valid point, Miss Jenny. –

Outside the teacher’s busy view due to the long-awaited procedure, two robots.

An AnDroid and a Care Bot were whispering.

Strictly speaking, they weren’t slacking off. The AnDroid was worriedly trying to stop the Care Bot, a guest who had been improving the store’s security vulnerabilities lately, from abandoning his orders and leaving just hours after Anastasia, an unidentified guest who served their master, had left.

Even though Jenny remembered the negative impact Anastasia Valentine, the mysterious guest, had on the mental health of the master she served and didn’t like her.

The lively relationship between her and that Care Bot was very… -even she herself found it difficult to explain with appropriate vocabulary- desirable.

What was the reason for suddenly committing the outrage of disobeying orders without any special reason?

But please don’t misunderstand. I’m actually setting out to fulfill Asha’s request. –

Y-yes? –

The eyes with long eyelashes blinked, and the tense facial muscles relaxed slightly due to embarrassment.

Whether Jenny’s body was a result of the teacher’s taste or not, the emotions and thoughts expressed were entirely her own. However, expressed in a body similar to a human, it seemed even more genuine.

Seeing that, the Tin Can liked seeing Anastasia trying to understand him by only looking at the changes in the scanner’s saturation or subtle changes in voice… but he also felt a little disappointed that he didn’t have more functions.

And sexual desire and preference for appearance are primal instincts that cannot be separated from humans, but he also had a slight dissatisfaction with her for constantly trying to hide them.

Anyway, that wasn’t the important thing right now, so he made the diaphragm in the voice module vibrate.

Miss Jenny. For me… and even in your case, our home isn’t this store. –

What do you mean…? –

Was he saying that because he was about to leave?

Even so, Jenny couldn’t understand his intention to try to make excuses, even involving her. If he had already decided to commit the act, why would he need to explain his actions to an AnDroid he wouldn’t see again?

According to the Consumer Protection Act, the Asset Protection Act, and the Autonomous Machine Management Act, autonomous robots have no rights other than the right to demand parts essential for performing tasks and power consumed for activities. But… –

With a clunk! Along with the noise. The Tin Can, who had said that far, left the store with a luggage bag full of the owner’s personal belongings.

Even for us, personal property like us. If there is a place to truly return to (Home), wouldn’t it naturally be by the side of the person we serve? So I haven’t violated any orders or priorities.

Orders are… ultimately derived from the standards of the superior who issued them.

Therefore, there was no basis for the subordinate who receives them to interpret them arbitrarily.

But such illogic seeped into the circuits of this female AnDroid with surprising ease.

……I hope you always complete your home guarding orders without incident, Mr. Tin Can. –

I hope Miss Jenny’s love life also flourishes. You’ll be able to do well. –

Leaving Jenny, who blankly asked, “Love…?”, behind, the Tin Can hurried his steps.

Even though he claimed that his memory was endlessly insufficient to understand human philosophy.

Not only did he leave a more humorous farewell than anyone else, but his calculation device, which had planted a seed that could bloom into a wonderful flower in a junior super-artificial intelligence with a lot of potential for development, was not entirely comfortable either.

Clang… Clang…!

Even though it wasn’t a cleaning robot, and he was walking along the main street without an escort, there were strangely no gazes that found it strange.

Of course, it would have been worth glaring at an object worth hundreds of millions of Credits wandering the streets aimlessly without an owner nearby. But the luggage in his hand clearly showed that he was heading somewhere with a purpose.

…Well, the reality might not have been much different from a child who had gone on an errand without permission, but it was okay because there was no way for outsiders to know that.

This is troublesome. –

However, the person in question wasn’t okay.

After all, no matter how touching and well-intentioned it was. Just showing up in front of Anastasia with simple wordplay was a great burden on the Tin Can’s thought circuits.

He walked into a situation that a person would have described as “pricked his conscience.” He stopped moving for a moment and looked around, where the surroundings had become quite noisy.

“May the Light of Christmas fill your Life!! If you haven’t tried the best-selling products of the year yet, don’t miss this opportunity and experience them!”

“The prize giveaways will continue during the countdown to the central tree lighting ceremony, so we look forward to the participation of many citizens!”

Now that he saw it, the noise hadn’t just become louder, but the noise had come to him.

Clang, clang!

The loud ringing of bells echoed through the streets, leaving a lingering sound.

Vehicles that took the shape of bright red sleigh carriages only in their exterior marched along the central road, and the public relations team members on board were busy advertising using both megaphones and communication channels.

Moreover, the free meal samples and product samples that were occasionally scattered nearby were more than enough to excite people… It was the main parade, a Christmas-limited event.

“Best-selling products? ……Aish, that damn all-purpose cleaner and pain reliever!”

“Well, is it worth going to a corporate show at least once?”

Some people who picked up gift boxes and unwrapped them were dumbfounded, but free is free.

Some pedestrians who were wandering around without any special plans turned their destination to the central square, the finishing point of the parade.

Security guards were busy controlling external vehicles and the like at the edge. So… it was understandable that they would feel repulsed by seeing the Levy unit and hired mercenaries that no one would welcome.

However, the mini Santa hats placed like aegyo on top of their heads or helmets helped to alleviate the antipathy that citizens usually had, even if only slightly.

It was nothing more than a gesture of peace, as if neither side wanted any unpleasant incidents…?

As he observed the parade, which could also be said to be related to Anastasia, he came to a conclusion.

Rather than going to the situation room where she was right now and getting scolded, he decided to go out to meet her when this event ended.

Of course… that didn’t mean he was going to waste this time, and he was going to block any suspicious people approaching near the building where the situation room was set up. As the Care Bot’s scanner, which was diligently classifying visual information, picked up a group of people who seemed to want an unpleasant incident.

How bizarre… –

In fact, it was difficult to even assert that it was a group. Because if you looked at each individual separately, they were spaced apart at appropriate distances.

A guy who didn’t seem very interested in the event items being distributed by the staff, even though he was following the parade.

A man with a cold expression who didn’t care about the relaxed atmosphere of the holiday.

A woman who was examining the security system deployed in the vicinity rather than the event itself.

In addition, everyone was suspicious, including a red-haired girl who was walking aimlessly without looking ahead, as if she was very busy and angry about something, and bumping into things here and there, and several people who were glancing at the security guards.

The distance, which seemed to have been artificially created, was apparently not visible to the corporate forces who were busy guarding against the Five Eyes’ air strikes, which were presumed to use explosives.

Or… they couldn’t keep up with the Tin Can’s perfection, which meticulously analyzed even the slightest gestures, gaits, and the movements of a twitching finger.

The holographic scanner, which served as the Tin Can’s eyes, emitted an eerie light.

He self-diagnosed every corner of his body to see if there were any factors that would hinder combat.

If the top priority for him was to assist Anastasia, the first priority was her orders and his own judgment. And the second priority was… well, who knows.

A desire for improvement? Survival instinct? If not that, then a fighting spirit for the advancement of artificial intelligence rights?

I hope you’ll be happy if I relieve you of some of your work. –

The desire for recognition, to be helpful and supportive to the most important person in this world, changed the final destination of a Care Bot equipped with high-performance combat software to the battlefield.