The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 42

The robotics booth was absolutely packed-so crowded that Raymond and Adler couldn't even get close. They had to settle for watching the action on the giant screen set up in the exhibition hall.

At that moment, a sharply dressed man was conversing with the medical Al robot, Kane.

With a skeptical sneer, the man glanced at the robot and said, "Looks fancy enough, but I bet it's useless in practice."

Someone nearby chimed in, "Yeah, it looks high-tech, but the market's already flooded with stuff like this. It's no different from the housekeeper robot I've got at home."

As people began to drift away in disinterest, Kane's mechanical voice rang out, "Sir, I'm equipped with many features! Would you like to try me out?"

The man paused, curiosity piqued. "Alright, what exactly can you do?"

"My capabilities include, but are not limited to: medical diagnostics, imaging analysis, prescription assistance, smart health monitoring, appointment scheduling, online pharmacy access, rehab training, physical checkups, emotional support for seniors, homework help for students, and more."

The list was impressive, though most people shrugged it off as marketing fluff.

The man didn't seem convinced by the robot's boasts.

He gave a dismissive laugh. "Fine. Diagnose me, then."

Initiating full-body scan," Kane

man took a step back, cooperating with the scan. Kane's sensors beeped

"Diagnosis complete," Kane announced.

man glanced at the results-and froze. "Tumor? That can't

gnawed at him. Uneasy,

another, people lined up to

were scarily

vanished, replaced by a rare

on display, it suddenly seemed like their project might

the silence. "What do

didn't hesitate. "It's

expo, CICI is definitely making its mark in Havencrest. Looks like we just gained a formidable

but he couldn't help

just as they were heading to the conference hall for a presentation, a man's shouting

voice carried across the crowd: "My God, I underestimated CICI. I owe them

you the guy from this morning-the one with the

"That's me."