Missing Wit

19: New Lina, New Routine

Eric and Paul had exited the company building, walking along the street. There was silence between Paul and Eric. In this silence, Paul and Eric glanced briefly at each other from time to time. They walked all the way to the end of the street and turned right from there. The street they entered was crowded. The cafes and restaurants on the right were full of people. People were laughing, having fun and chatting. "Would you like to eat here?" Paul asked, pointing to a restaurant that suited his taste.

Eric looked at the whole street, then at the restaurant Paul was pointing to. The street was full of restaurants filled with luxury, ostentatious and expensive goods. The people in them wore very expensive brand clothes. A restaurant caught Eric's eye. There were no lamps in this restaurant. Instead of a lamp, a candle was burning. People wore clothes similar to the clothes of the middle ages. Their food looked like it was from the middle ages. Pointing to this restaurant, "What kind of restaurant is this?" Eric asked.

Paul smiled. "It is a restaurant with a different concept. It has a medieval concept. Plates, dishes, drinks and clothes are also chosen accordingly. Clothes are also given inside, if you want, we can eat there too," he said.

"I don't understand," Eric said, shaking his head.

"Why is that?" he asked. After what he said at the company, he was looking forward to what he had to say about this restaurant.

"Look at the people inside!" said Paul. "Everyone is dressed like a noble."

"Isn't it beautiful? In modern democracies, isn't everyone noble? Or everyone becomes... ordinary...."

"It's not that I don't understand," Eric said. "Do you think there weren't inns that served drinks to the villagers in the middle ages? Why does everyone want to be a minority?"

"Being a minority is not a problem, dear journalist. Besides, the lives of the tribes were more glorious at that time. Therefore, isn't it normal for him to imitate nobles?"

"Well... I just wondered who would plow the field, if everyone was a noble. Everyone seems to want to be noble and starve."

Paul has given some thought to this issue. Then, he said, "Right," with a laugh, and agreed. "That's why we make robots, right?" ' he asked, and they continued walking.

Paul realized that Eric didn't like the restaurants on this street. They looked for a more modest place and found it. The food of the restaurant they went to was of high quality, the whole place was quite clean, the service was very fast and very nice. Paul understood why Eric was looking for a place like this. He realized that his choice was wise. Nothing was missing here, but nothing more. Paul was starting to like Eric's style.

As soon as they arrived they were seated at a table. Paul and Eric were sitting opposite each other.

"Are you a vegetarian? We can eat chicken if you're not," Eric said.

Paul said he's not a vegetarian. So they both decided to order chicken. After the waiter robot took the orders, he left Eric and Paul.

"Well," said Eric."What was the first thing Lina did with her robot? So what did they do together first?" Eric asked for Paul to tell the story.

"Of course they went to work!" Paul rubbing his chin. he said happily.

The day after Kurt made Lina, Lina and Kurt were getting ready to go to the company. Kurt was having his breakfast; Lina stood next to him because she no longer needed breakfast. After Kurt finished his breakfast, he laughed and, "Lina! You were making a great breakfast, you should do more!" he mocked Lina.

Lina, on the other hand, gave Kurt a clever answer. He fell to his knees and bowed his head, "As you command, sir. I'll do whatever you want," she said, a mocking smile on his face.

Kurt laughed, "Okay, okay. After that, we use the house robot," he said.

Lina was smiling, "I'll be glad, arrogant gentleman!" said. Then she hugged Kurt and they went out together.

While walking in the garden Kurt noticed that the weather was very nice. There was a slight breeze in the air, it was hot and sunny. Some people were walking outside. Some of them were running outside for the purpose of doing sports.

"Do you feel it, Lina?" said Kurt.

Lina stared blankly at Kurt for a while, then said, "No, I don't feel it. These models don't have sensors, remember?" he said in the slow tone peculiar to the new Lina.

Lina looked so realistic that Kurt occasionally forgot that Lina was a robot. Only in quiet times did he put too much space between words. This was also an issue that could be ignored.

Standing in front of the house, Lina and Kurt hailed a taxi and got in. They were both in the front. As soon as we got in the taxi, Lina sent the address to the taxi. That was the first advantage of being a robot. He could communicate directly with machines. Would this be a good step for people too? The basic logic of computers was clear. If you can send a signal, you have a chance to receive a signal. There is no perfect security. Perhaps for these reasons Kurt thought that what existed should remain that way.

When the taxi Lina and Kurt took stopped in front of the company, the two of them went downstairs. In front of the company, several employees were chatting with sandwiches in their hands. When the staff saw Lina, their sandwiches fell from their hands. They were shocked to see Lina. One of the employees rubbed his eyes. No one could believe what they were seeing. In addition, Lina's synthetic skin glowed in the sunlight. Thus, Lina looked like a shining star. No one could see Lina clearly, and those who saw could not believe what they saw. Lina and Kurt walked into the building in amazement and admiration.

Paul and Eric have finished eating their meals. It took a long time for Paul to even tell a short story, as he had to eat at the same time. It was dark, half past eight in the evening. After they finished their meal, it was time to pay the bill. Eric wanted to pay the bill, but Paul wouldn't let him. After a five-minute bill paying discussion, they decided to split it in two. After the bill was paid, the coats were taken and they left the restaurant.

Paul invited Eric inside, saying"Would you like a coffee?" However, Eric declined this invitation. Because he didn't want to see that disgusting house. He had cursed that house yesterday, and Eric had a very strong hope that something would happen to that house. 'Nature will do what I couldn't, and will avenge that architectural disaster. If nature doesn't, let God do it, let Zeus do it, or let Odin do it. Or let another human do it, but whoever does it, only avenge humanity,' he thought.

Turning to Eric, Paul asked , "Can we finish it tomorrow?"

"Of course," he replied. "A lot of what happened afterwards is public events anyway."

"It will be fine. Good evening, Paul," said Eric, and bowed to leave.

Paul held out his hand to Eric. They shook hands and they both set off to return home. Eric took his bus back home. The bus was empty, it was a quiet ride, Eric. The journey took less than 15 minutes.

Eric came to the street where his house was located. The street was again filled with the sounds of windows getting broken and men shouting. Once again, Eric hated where he lived. Then,' If nature, God, Zeus or Odin; If he's going to do something to Paul's house, please do it to this street, too," he thought.'Why does this street have to be so noisy!' he cursed it, afterwards his adventure of writing interviews filled with coffee and insomnia began. Fortunately, he had less to do today. Eric thought he could send in the interview around three o'clock at night and then get some more sleep. This meant that Eric could prepare for tomorrow –for the last day. The thought of being able to sleep had calmed Eric a little. It was not easy to work or sleep in these sounds.