"I don't know you, but I know another you."
Andrew shrugged, rose to his feet, and said, "Let's go to Hanka Robotics headquarters and get your memories back. The sooner we end this, the better."
"Okay."
Motoko's eyes lit up, and she had no intention of refusing. The reason was simple: Hanka Robotics headquarters was heavily guarded. If Andrew went there, he would definitely be captured. Then she could regain her freedom and perhaps even learn something from him.
Andrew then rode his motorcycle toward headquarters with Motoko behind him. He complained, "Why are two robots riding a motorcycle? Shouldn't we have propulsion systems in our feet?"
"I'm human. Isn't riding a bike perfectly normal?"
Motoko replied. Clearly, she wanted to separate herself from robots. Deep down, she still wanted to be human.
"Maybe. Actually, you don't need to reject your body so fiercely. If you really don't want to be a robot, once we settle everything, I'll help you restore your original body."
Andrew said. Motoko asked in surprise, "You can restore my body? Is it some cutting-edge biotechnology? That can't be right. As electronics and machinery have flourished, biotechnology has gradually been phased out."
"I don't know much about technology. I'm just fairly skilled at magic."
Andrew said modestly. He truly did not know much about technology—only enough to be the best in the world. Er, no, the best in the Universe.
"Magic?"
Motoko looked disgusted. In her mind, Andrew had instantly gone from criminal to con artist. Then again, con artists seemed to be criminals too.
Just then, screams came from ahead, while crowds fled in terror. Motoko hurriedly said, "Something happened. Let's go check it out."
"You're so full of justice. How could you possibly be a robot?"
Andrew smiled and drove over. Soon, he saw