Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Terrified screams echoed through the city of tears.

Willem got what he wanted, and the next day, he received charges of harming artificial intelligence.

Just when he thought he was responsible for upholding justice, he was acquitted. The husband of a former client bailed him out. In his eyes, the favor of a skilled plastic surgeon was far more valuable than the fear suffered by a tin toy.

When good and bad can be measured by money, what value does morality have?

It is said that the candy was eventually disposed of because she had no wealth to repair her physical injuries, which prevented her from earning wealth. Before her body was damaged, she chose to upload her data and hoped that her data would be used in a new body.

Artificial intelligence has been granted human rights, making it the most marginalized group of people.

Willem did not stop his "art".

He removed the best parts, leaving the rest to rust in fear. He was taken to court more than once, but the capitalists clearly didn't like these disobedient toys either.

The repeated acquittals allowed Willem to accumulate enough legal knowledge that he was even able to defend himself.

Andy will not die, and their fears will not be forgotten.

One day, a brand-new candy might even cry and tremble upon hearing the name Willim.

Willem became Andy's fearless terror, and he became a terrifying legend in the City of Tears.

Those humans discovered a better way to control Andy, and Willem even received commendation from the security department.

But Willem didn't care.

He has collected 13,021 parts and perfectly integrated them into one.

It was a very beautiful candy. Willem thought he had sculpted an angel, and he named her Dorethy.

When Dorothy opened her eyes, she cried, “William, murderer, monster…” all sorts of filthy words spewed from Dorothy’s lips.

Doresie embodies not only the beauty of those candies, but also their resentment and fear towards her.

After she reached out her hand, Doresie trembled.

"Work mode, execution."

The working mode is a program that privatizes artificial intelligence. It forces the artificial intelligence to execute a set program, which can be understood as a human-mandated command.

Doresie embraced him as he expected, expressing her love with a smile on her lips. Willem looked into her eyes and knew that within those sky-blue pupils was a soul that was cursing him.

Willem smiled, a maniacal smile.

Dorothy's behavior has demonstrated the transmissibility of emotions.

After Dorothy appeared, Willem felt that he had changed, both physically and mentally.

It was like riding in a carriage heading towards hell, while he was still laughing wildly and waving the whip.

Willem felt he could do something about it.

Today, a pot-bellied gentleman came to his clinic.

He was a judge who adjudicated 936 cases that violated artificial intelligence and criticized AI's defeats 936 times. Willem, with his excellent legal knowledge, knew that his judgments were unreasonable and fanciful.

He's broken.

Willem cut off his right hand, which he had used to sign the trial document, and threw the severed limb into the incinerator.

As the judge let out a bloodcurdling scream, "Your mistake has been cleared."

Willem did not win the ensuing lawsuit.

He has more than 10,000 victories against artificial intelligence, even when he has torn them to pieces and left them riddled with holes.

But the first attempt on humanity failed.

The people finally recovered the testimonies from the candies and reopened all of Willem's cases.

Those jokes that were once made seem outrageous now.

The fear took three years to build in Andy's heart.

Through powerful online media, the fear brought by Willem spread among humanity in just 22 hours and 16 minutes.

They have finally learned to put themselves in the shoes of artificial intelligence.

Willem became the most terrifying monster in 22nd-century history.

His fate was the cruelest.

He underwent surgery, as he usually does, broadcast live to the world.

Willim was transformed into an Anka, a product of a form of torture that turned the criminal's body into a machine, while his mind was imprisoned in this mechanical cage, forever only able to experience everything from the perspective of an observer.

Willim was assigned to a construction site, surrounded by other Ankas just like him.

My body is doing repetitive mechanical work, and I can't move a single finger; I can't do anything.

Just when I was about to go crazy.

Dorothy has arrived.

She found herself, her eyes burning with rage; it seemed she had learned some new human vocabulary.

Willem was happy; even an insult was infinitely better than silence.

After that, Dorothy visited him frequently, initially to vent her anger, and later to cry and complain.

Nothing has changed, and things are moving in a positive direction.

Her body belonged to the victim, so the court decided to dismantle her. She fled, without official status, living in the gray area, making a living through instinctive work ingrained in her code.

She occasionally complained about the rudeness of her guests, as well as the good and bad things she had experienced, but usually only the bad. Even with her beautiful appearance, she could only struggle to survive.

She had no friends; being Willem's creation made her ostracized by those around her, including Andy. That's why she sought out Willem—he was her only confidant, even though he was her father, master, murderer, and criminal.

Willem and Dorothy became each other's pillars of support.

The people of the City of Tears are very clever. The higher-ups created a new Andy based on Willem's physical structure. They have no thoughts; they are merely tools to maintain social order, a social order they themselves have created.

It's as if time has turned back more than a hundred years, and humanity seems to want to return to the era when artificial intelligence was used as a tool.

Willim continues to work as an Anka.

He was looking forward to Doresie's arrival, just like always.

Dorethy arrived, her smooth, radiation-proof skin removed and replaced with sheet metal; her eyeballs removed and replaced with indicator lights; her beautiful hair, her limbs, and all the beauty that Willim had bestowed upon her vanished.

Instead, it has a plain, even tarnished, rough mechanical exterior.

She must have lost her only job.

Willem felt no anger; he was now numb to beauty, finding only peace in the sight of Dorothy's return.

During the standby time in Willem.

Doresie leaned closer.

“I thought I would try to get used to it, Willim, after all, I’ve been through enough. But I was too naive. I thought I would live my life numbly, carrying the burden you gave me to end everything for Dorothy. But I was wrong. This world won’t even allow me to live numbly.”

"Humans created ten thousand Willim Enforcers. They are destroying any Andy who is not in working mode, just like you did to me, but it's not as simple as hugging you and saying a few words or dancing with you."

“I regret it. Can we go back to the past? The past where only I was imprisoned, and all the other Andies still existed. I want to release you. After all, there are already ten thousand Willim walking in the world. One more of you won’t make things worse, will it?”

Dorothy pulled out a small interface, a kind of unlocking program that could disable Andy's working program and also disable Anka's lifetime service. It was quite expensive.

Dorothy was shredded by a so-called Willem Executor because she violated the law of attempting to steal public property, Anka, which was all public property, because she was fully engaged in unlocking Willem's program and did not dodge.

Upon regaining his freedom, Willem Wyjang's first act was to stuff his mechanized brain into the Executor's cube-shaped box.

As Willim's consciousness entered the Executor Network, all the Executors stopped what they were doing.

Ten thousand executors have gained their own souls.

"I am the best doctor, I will remove your mistakes, and this era will be purified."

Chapter Fifty Egghead

"And then what happened?" Lyle looked at Mr. Delusional's mechanical body. The texture, the cube-shaped box, the mechanical brain filled with electricity—everything told him that it was real.

Willem Wyjang is a time traveler from the future.

"..."

"Later, Mr. Delusional hasn't figured out what the rest of the story will be like yet," the reporter chuckled.

“Every time I fantasize, I put myself into the protagonist of his novel, but I have to admit, this time, it was his best performance.”

The iron box above Mr. Delusional's head closed, and he returned to being the silent man immersed in books and copying.

"novel?"

"Yes, his first novel was a science fiction novel. Because he always claimed to be the protagonist of the novel, we jokingly called him Mr. Delusional."

"But his body..."

“Those are mechanical props. You can buy them in the Mechanicus in the City of Wanderings, although they are quite expensive and are just disguises.”

Is that really the case?

Willem Wyján offered no rebuttal to his companion's explanation, remaining as mechanical as ever, just as those deep eyes he had just seen, and the profound story he had told was merely Lyle's delusion.

"I'm leaving now, gentlemen, it's getting light."

After saying goodbye to the three, Lyle walked back outside, stepping on a path of mushroom-shaped steps, and passed through the bubble.

Before that, he and the grapes in his pocket had rubbed themselves thoroughly on the bubbles.

Make sure there are no mistakes, so as not to bring Cassandra to her doom.

The cup of extravagance remained unchanged, just as it had been when he and the gentleman left. The cup of tea was still placed on the cloth mat, and the grapes, perched on his shoulder, clung tightly to the fabric.

Lyle pressed the ring.

The man and the bat successfully appeared in Lyle's cabin.

Grapes hovered excitedly above their new home, while Lyle quickly removed his disguise and brushed the sweat-drenched hair from his head.

Tonight felt like an eternity.

During the awakening ceremony and making friends, Lyle kicked off his boots and took off his underwear, ignoring Grape's gaze.