Boswell had a wry smile on his face, completely at a loss for how to answer that little brat's question.
You're an artificial intelligence, what do you need that kind of thing for? Even if we gave you a magical staff, you wouldn't have any use for it!
The elevator door opened, and several female researchers in white coats were waiting. As soon as they saw Boswell, they greeted him. They also took a few curious glances at the Fatty following Boswell.
"Hey!" The face on the recruitment poster was very familiar. A couple of quick-witted girls almost exclaimed in surprise. But just as they were about to, they heard a voice: "Old man, functionality is key, and the size matters! Do they come in models? I want a big one!"
"..."
They didn't know what that spherical robot Boswell was holding was, but the statement's impact was clear. The female researchers blushed, lowered their heads, and quickly squeezed into the elevator.
