Hua Gang heard this and thought, I'm human. I understand humans best. Human inertia is immense. If they can't see the drawbacks right away, it will spread rapidly. Whether it's the Tribe or the Alliance, even if someone sees the enormous hidden danger, they'll still choose to use it in the face of such great benefits.
"You do have a point. In that case, I can grant you permission to use the robots. As long as you can access the network, you can control every robot," the old grandpa said.
"Great!" Hua Gang could not help saying.
"Calm down. Every move you make is under surveillance now."
"It's fine. There are no cameras in the bedroom. I insisted on that."
"That's right, there aren't any in the bedroom. But there's an ultra-long-range telescope aimed directly at your window, watching you clearly."
"What? Those bastards will stop at nothing. Is controlling other people the only thing they ever think about?"
Hua Gang cursed furiously in his heart, then decided to endure it.
That endurance lasted several months.
Over those months, he learned how to control the robots.
At this moment, there was constantly a map of robot distribution in his mind.
The enormous planet slowly rotated, its scattered green points of light representing the signals of individual robots.
Just as he had expected, although everyone knew the dangers posed by robots, they were simply too useful.
As a result, even under the ban, smuggling, secret use, and modification remained impossible to stamp out.
This was especially true in the Tribal Jungle, where the land was vast, the population sparse, and regulation difficult.
Those ranchers and farmers lived dozens or even hundreds of kilometers away from cities, and their need for robots was immense.
Whether for security or labor, they were absolute