Mayor Nakamura paced around the room, but there was nothing at hand he could use. He had no way to open the locked door.
He had originally promised Doctor Santo that he would consider whether to approve the robot law enforcement bill. But for some reason, the smiling doctor had suddenly drifted off for a moment, then immediately turned hostile. He had used robots to kill the mayor's bodyguards and placed him under house arrest.
Given the current situation, that old man had probably forged the mayor's signature, then used the legislators under his usual control to force through an emergency decree.
In other words, the robot army was already on the streets.
But Nakamura had only just woken up after being knocked unconscious. He did not even know where he was. He only knew that his communications devices and gun had been taken away, and that he had been locked in a room so white it hurt the eyes. The four walls were padded with thick cloth and cotton, like a psychiatric ward designed to stop him from killing himself.
There were no windows, no ventilation ducts, only a solid door and the metallic footsteps of patrolling robots outside.
The mayor had once been a police officer. Though the Political Affairs Department was not a frontline investigative unit, he could at least remain calm. The back of his head hurt a little, and when he reached up to touch it, he found a large bump there.
But by now, he basically understood. The video Doctor Santo had shown him earlier must have been fabricated. Batwoman had not gone so mad that she had started killing people. It had merely been a CG film.
With Acolytes Industries' technological capabilities, fabricating something that resembled blurry surveillance footage could not have been