There were also bionic robots designed to mimic human organs, allowing disabled individuals to regain normal functions through the use of consciousness control mentioned earlier.
This… was incredible.
Vaughn gazed at these high-tech robots, filled with admiration.
Not only admiration, but also a sense of frustration.
“The Crimson Team’s robots are so advanced, it makes me feel a bit uneasy. I thought our team’s medical robots were the best, but it turns out there’s always someone better.”
“Don’t be discouraged,” Franklin patted his shoulder. “The Crimson Team’s robots are indeed advanced and impressive, but mass production requires a lot of funding, which is very costly. If the costs are too high, the returns might not be significant unless their target users are extremely high-end.”
“Are the awards judged based on high-end technology and innovation, or practicality?” Sylvia was not very familiar with the process and criteria of the robotics competition.
Franklin held her hand as they walked forward, explaining in a low and patient voice, “All three aspects are considered. It’s a comprehensive score. So, the Crimson Team’s robots have a good chance of winning the gold award because they are indeed very high-end.”
Sylvia was stunned, feeling a bit sorry for Vaughn Team. “Does that mean we’ll only get a silver or bronze award again?”
After working hard for many years only to be overshadowed by others, it was a very discouraging feeling.
Throughout the day, members of the Crimson Team stayed by their robot exhibition area, but Master Y never appeared.
Reporters approached to inquire why Master Y was absent, eager to interview them.
However, the Crimson Team members deflected with various excuses.
Despite this, curiosity about Master Y remained strong.
Everyone wanted to meet the influential figure and experience their unique aura.
Master Y’s mystery only fueled more intrigue.
By noon, Sylvia and Franklin accompanied their team to the robotics museum’s restaurant for lunch.
The restaurant was highly advanced and intelligent. Its most notable feature was that there were no chefs or waiters; everything was automated from cooking to serving.
Behind Sylvia was a large intelligent cooking area where food was being stir-fried. In just ten to twenty minutes, delicious dishes would be ready.
Ingredients and seasonings were automatically measured and added to the wok for stir-frying. Once cooked, they were placed on plates. Through an automated lift system, plates were delivered to an overhead track system and then precisely located by intelligent carts, descending onto the corresponding tables.
Everyone marveled at this intelligent restaurant.
The Crimson Team proudly explained, “This track system was invented by our Master Y. It was all her idea. She has provided everyone with a higher-tech experience.”
During lunchtime, many journalists and media personnel came to dine and were deeply impressed by this high-tech restaurant.
They reported live on the scene, “Experiencing the Cosmic Computing restaurant feels like watching a sci-fi movie, from robot cooking to dishes being served. I’m a reporter from Star Report. I’ve traveled to many countries and interviewed many celebrities, but I’ve never had such a dining experience anywhere else. It’s fascinating and unique.”
“Hello everyone, I’m a reporter from Online Cloud Magazine. The food tastes amazing. I tried some fish and cauliflower; it was perfectly cooked and delicious. I also tasted dumplings made by intelligent robots. The boiled fish was fantastic!”
Even a TV station director personally reported on-site, “This is my first time eating food made by robots. I believe this new technology will have more competitive potential in the future because robot cooking and serving might be more efficient, convenient, clean, and hygienic. Master Y is incredible. I really want to meet her.”
Every robotics competition saw overwhelming coverage of Master Y, with fans eager to see her in person.
Even though the media frenzy was at its peak and Hogan Group’s stock soared due to Master Y’s reputation, she remained absent and silent.
Hogan Group only issued a statement saying that Master Y was fully devoted to research and uninterested in worldly matters, apologizing for not making a public appearance.
Sylvia and Franklin sat at their table, enjoying the robot-made food. “It tastes pretty good.”
Her clear gaze swept over the excited reporters around them before landing on Lawrence from the Crimson Team. Lawrence was a tall Westerner who eloquently handled interviews.
“He seems to be the core leader of Crimson Team,” Franklin whispered to her. “He appears to have excellent speaking skills.”
Sylvia nodded. Lawrence was very articulate, often answering questions in a way that seemed unrelated but still felt on-topic.
“The reporters have been so dazzled by him that they’ve forgotten about interviewing Master Y.”
Vaughn was nearly driven mad with jealousy, his face pale. “This Master Y is so loyal to the Hogan family. Now they’re stealing all the spotlight. I feel like everything I’ve created is just trash. And that Lawrence, with his smug face, makes me want to slap him.”
“It’s one thing for him to be smug, but why does he have to subtly undermine MI6? Saying things like this year’s medical robot doesn’t compare to theirs is just mocking us.”
“Master Y is indeed impressive,” Sylvia said with a smile at Vaughn, who looked like an angry pufferfish. “Don’t be upset. What’s there to be upset about? Master Y is genuinely talented. As for whether the rest of their team is as capable, that’s uncertain. But we can give it a try.”
Vaughn’s interest piqued immediately, his eyes lighting up. “Mrs. Maskelyne, do you have a plan? Tell me quickly; I’m eager to know.”
Sylvia gave a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sure, how about this afternoon?”
“Yes, yes!” Vaughn nodded enthusiastically.
Franklin watched as Sylvia led Vaughn away like she was coaxing a child into mischief, unable to suppress a smile of amusement.
He was also curious about what Mrs. Maskelyne intended to do.
In the afternoon, the exhibition area became even more lively as it was time for robot demonstrations.
The robots would showcase their skills and how they operated and fulfilled their roles-demonstrating their purpose and more…
Almost everything would be presented to the audience, media, and judges.
Soon it was Vaughn Team’s turn to showcase their work. Despite being overshadowed by Master Y earlier, they didn’t hold back when it was their turn.
Vaughn spoke passionately into the cameras of TV stations and reporters, demonstrating how their robots operated and assisted doctors in the medical system.
Everyone praised them highly.
“Very impressive.”
“If this can truly be applied in the medical system, it will greatly reduce doctors’ burdens in the future.”
“I have high hopes for this project.”
Many investors present were looking for collaboration opportunities and expressed great interest in partnering with them for mutual success upon seeing the medical robot.
Receiving feedback beyond expectations made Vaughn extremely excited and thrilled.
He engaged in conversations with various investors and industry leaders alongside his team.
“It seems we’ve gained quite a bit,” Sylvia observed Vaughn from afar before glancing at Franklin beside her. “I hope we can secure some deals.”
Franklin had high hopes for this medical robot project. Although it wasn’t as advanced or high-end as what Master Y had developed, its practical applications could be more widespread and impactful.
“The Maskelyne Group could also get involved; however, developing and producing robots is very costly. Finding suitable partners is most efficient as it allows sharing some risks.”
The Crimson Team’s robot introduction and function demonstration were reserved for last.
As dusk approached and the exhibition hall neared closing time, it was finally their turn to present.
Lawrence ceremoniously changed into a black tailcoat suit before stepping in front of everyone.
“Hello everyone; thank you for your keen interest in our Crimson Team’s robots. I will now demonstrate our first robot’s functions.”
After his brief introduction, he began showcasing and operating the robots.
Vaughn stood outside with disdain for Lawrence’s outfit change. “What’s with all this pomp? Wearing formal attire-does it matter? People don’t care what you’re wearing!”
After making his comment, he continued watching Lawrence’s robot demonstration while counting silently in his mind.
Three, two, one…
Sure enough! As soon as he finished counting down internally-when Lawrence reached introducing their third robot-it suddenly stopped responding to his commands! Despite frantically pressing buttons on its remote control-the robot went berserk instead-starting an impromptu street dance routine!
Lawrence shouted in frustration: “Are you kidding me?! Damn it! Stop!”
His team rushed over trying desperately regaining control-but no matter what-they couldn’t make it obey their commands!