Marvel Comics: Crossing into Krynn, I am the Master of Technology

Similar experiences have also occurred in many other news media.

Of course, the main reason is that in this city where many elites and wealthy people from all over the world gather, there are too many people who use the sign of so-called future robots, and then deceive publicity and investment, just like crucian carp crossing the river. Too many people in general.

Moreover, these claims were exposed in the end, and not only the investors but also the media were ridiculed by the public afterwards.

So people are numb to this situation.

…

But there are also special cases.

On the other side, a Daily Bugle building at 39th Street and Second Avenue in New York City.

As J. Jonah Jameson, he is committed to making the Daily Bugle the number one news outlet in the United States.

Looking at the newspaper office, which has been unable to make ends meet for several months in a row, because it has not had any good news recently.

He smoked one cigar after another sadly, and the entire office was surrounded by thick white fog.

And that's not all. On his desk, there are news materials that the editors have collected one after another that they think are hits.

But every one of them made his blood pressure soar. If he hadn't just taken antihypertensive medicine, he seriously doubted that he would have appeared in the ICU emergency room at this moment, instead of facing a bunch of useless brains here. Photos angry.

"Damn, for God's sake, I really want to stuff you stupid pigs back intact and rebuild them all over again."

"Even if this was written by a three-year-old kid, he wouldn't be as bland as you guys and tasteless in drinking water."

"They're all just pork chops that don't even give a shit when they're paid."

At this moment, Jameson was cursing while still trying hard to look through the materials collected by his men, but it was obvious that he overestimated their professional standards.

After throwing everything away, there was still no news that satisfied him.

Until the next second, he saw a letter printed from Miami beside the table.

"Strange, I don't remember having any friends there."

After muttering something, Jameson finally opened the letter with doubts in his heart, and inside, he took out the letter paper with Dabai's photo and his detailed introduction.

"Era-defining technology, the advent of medical robots, your exclusive personal health consultant."

"We will take you to open a new chapter in the future world."

"interesting."

After opening it, looking at the invitation and its text, Jameson, who was already so angry that he was about to thunder, seemed to have seen the beauty of the iceberg, and the clouds turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant.

"Banril! Get your damn ass out of your seat right now and come to my office."

After opening the door, Jameson roared at the middle-aged man with glasses who was playing with a female intern on the seat not far away.

For him, every minute of rest during his working hours is stealing his money, let alone picking up girls in public.

This month, he must be deducted from full attendance.

This is what James says from the bottom of his heart.

Then he closed the door angrily.

"Hello, boss, what are your orders?"

As soon as he entered the door, Banril said with a humble expression to Jameson, who was crossing his legs on the desk.

"Take this, you, and report it immediately."

"Putting it on the second page, the whole text revolves around the title, which roughly means, Shock! Is the birth of robots a blessing for mankind or the end of the world?"

"Then focus on the point that robots may rebel and rule humans, and you can make up the rest."

After handing over the invitation letter he got to the other party, Jameson continued.

"????"

"But, boss, he didn't say that above."

After hearing what his boss said, Banril took the invitation and looked around. After reading it several times, he didn't see any difference between this thing and sci-fi robots and immortality. Then he asked with a puzzled look. road.

"Huh?! You tell me again that he didn't say that?"

"Are your eyes the size of quail eggs funny?"

"Did he mention robots?"

"have!"

"Then did he give birth to a robot, and then did he mention medical treatment."

"have!"

“Isn’t that possible that it’s gospel!”

"yes!"

"Then have you ever watched The Terminator!"

"this……"

"Um?!"

"have!"

Facing the boss's aggressive words, Banril couldn't help but bow and nod with sweat on his face at this moment.

Who made him face one of the most exploitative 'vampires' in New York?

"Is it possible to rebel? Is it possible that it will be the end of mankind? Tell me, such a simple and easy-to-understand truth is here. What else do you not understand? Why do you insist on me taking you like a kindergarten? Like the teacher, do you explain it to you word by word?"

Looking at the subordinates in front of him who have been with him for so long, but have not even cultivated one ten thousandth of his own IQ, Jameson said with hatred that iron cannot become steel.

"I understand, I understand, thank you boss for your advice, I'll go get it right away."

After hearing that Jameson was about to go crazy, Banril finished speaking respectfully, then immediately turned around and ran out as if to escape.

"Hey! Today's young people are nothing like what I did back then. Let the leaders worry less."

"But this thing is quite interesting. Saturday? I have to go and see it."

After Banril walked out, Jameson, who calmed down again, looked at the invitation in front of him and couldn't help but murmured.

For him, if a newspaper wants to get ahead, it must have the vision to spot the 'explosion point' at all times.

But now, he feels that this thing may be a big hit.

Of course, it's just possible. Forgive him, it's really impossible to connect a large human-shaped balloon to a so-called metal robot.

Because of the influence of similar robot movies such as The Terminator, people now believe that robots will only have metal skeletons, or at most they will be exactly the same as humans.

As for this kind of balloon robot, forgive their knowledge, they really don’t have that imagination.

…

Saturday, night.

new work time.

As the core economic center of the United States, New York is a world-class metropolis with a population of eight million.

Every day, tens of thousands of dream chasers enter this city with endless opportunities and strive for success with their ideals and interests, hoping to create a legendary life of their own.

And at night, it's even more so here.