Newsboy: Breaking news! Breaking news today!
Newsboy: The New Humans Company announced they'd offer another reward for the 13th International Jewelry Show. The company claimed that the person who filches The Heart of London can collect a £1 million reward at No. 15 Bond Street.
Newsboy: Reliable news sources reveal that several people have failed and been arrested, including big names like Greedy Jack, crime duo Pain and Drizzt ... Oh, excuse me! Hello!
Newsboy: Excuse me, the beautiful lady in black. Are you interested in the news of today? Grab a copy!
???: Are you talking to me?
Newsboy: Yeah, you've turned around, that's to say ...
Newsboy: Ah ... your ...
Newsboy: Sorry. My ... my bad. I didn't notice your ... uniqueness ...
???: No need to apologize, warm-hearted child. Could you please read me the news of the day?
???: I will pay appropriately.
Newsboy: Sure, my generous lady! Please, sit right here to get away from the crowds.
Newsboy: coughs Hope you don't mind my raspy voice.
Newsboy: "London faces severe public security issues. Approval rating might drop."
Newsboy: "Ace Café prepares for Motorcycle Road Racing, government failed to halt."
Newsboy: "Rock pirate hijacks radio frequency, claiming 'fun is about to begin.'"
Newsboy: "Artistic freak on street. Police warning over colorful bubbles." ...
Yes. Today is the day when multiple breaking news is published in the newspaper.
A wave of street culture, the conflict between the new and old order, and a young artist desiring to step onto the stage under the spotlight …
???: Heh heh ...
???: That will be a fantastic plot to start the story.
In a corner of the room, an unexpected "guest" sneaks in through the window. He closes the sergeant's drawer without making any noise.
Everyone in the office has their own business and thus pays no attention to such a slight action.
Iverson: We are here with full sincerity, Sergeant William.
Sergeant: Certainly. You made all our headlines. Londoners know what you've done.
Sergeant: However, your proposal for security companies in maintaining the security of London doesn't conform to the principles of law enforcement.
Sergeant: What's more, the public is still alert to security companies.
Sergeant: You know, after the Ramirez Incident, people no longer trust security companies ...
Iverson: Ramirez? Oh, Jesus! Why do you compare us with an "arcanist company"?
Iverson: They never make any security plans, nor do they resort to weapons or force. The only thing they have is the stupid brainwave, which definitely brings all kinds of trouble.
Iverson: They even claim possessing "the imagination that goes beyond all thieves." Good heavens, do you believe that? Why would a security company think as a thief?
Sergeant: Well, hard to believe, though, they did create many miracles, just like what you are doing.
Iverson: Humph! Security that lives on the irrealistic "imagination" can amaze the public shortly, but the efficacy never lasts long.
Iverson: We are not that desperate to deceive the public with a fake trophy, nor will we commit suicide in the fear of punishment like their founder.
Iverson: Sergeant William, please trust us that New Humans is a robotics company doing the right cause. We have a well-formulated Guidance on Security.
Iverson presses the button with a pleased look.
???: ...
A strange robot steps into the room.
Sergeant: ...?
Iverson: This is our latest product—Security Control Type I.
Iverson: It carries abundant security measures, including tear gas, endive worm powder, magnetic interference unit, and can detect any threat within a radius of five meters.
Iverson: Most importantly, it is fully under control and reacts to emergencies with 173 inbuilt programmes. Ha! I think it is a reliable helping hand of our police officers.
Iverson: Just like now, if we switch on its sensor ...
Suddenly, the robot makes a loud warning sound.
Security Robot: Suspicious invader detected. Location: right under the first office desk, the second ... the third ... The target is moving quickly.
Sergeant: Is it going wrong?
Iverson: It never goes wrong.
Iverson quickly walks to the curtain.
The curtain is opened. A sneaking figure stands up.
???: Hey! Hey!
???: Gentlemen, and this very sensitive robot friend, hello!
Iverson: ...
Sergeant: You! Again? Where's ... Thomson, get in here and kick him out right now!
Diggers: Wait, wait! I just want to talk to you about the watering car. Look ...
Sergeant: I've told you a hundred times. Nobody ever cares about those God-knows-what pop elements.
Diggers: Pop, yes, pop! You just spoke it out. Currently, pop is still too avant-garde, so I'm very glad to meet someone with the same taste!
Sergeant: That's because you've tediously repeated it for ages!
Diggers: So you can understand our philosophy, and I believe others will ...
Iverson: I get it. This is a malicious rulebreaker. Such kind of violation can be tackled by the security plan installed in our robot.
Iverson: Sergeant William, here is another reason why London needs our robot.
Diggers: Robot ...?
Iverson: It's the new measure prepared for all discontented rulebreakers like you.
Iverson: It will stop all your willful actions. Any violations will be severely restricted by our security robot!
Diggers pats the head of the robot.
Diggers: It looks not reliable at all.
Diggers pokes the body of the robot.
Diggers: And it's not as soft as police dogs, either.
Diggers: You should try shaking hands with those fluffy shepherds. It helps shape the emotional system of your robot.
Diggers: Puppies are friendly, lovely, and they can read your mind.
Iverson: Ugh! Such a lame idea.
Iverson: Some people don't like those plushy quadrupeds. It's so difficult to get their hair off our noses and clothes. And their smell stinks.
Iverson: Sergeant, now I will present you Security Control Type I—Moralization.
Iverson: It has an all-round precaution plan installed for all citizens. And of course, it knows how to cope with you hooligans.
Iverson: It doesn't rely on some impalpable "imagination."
Sergeant: Totally controllable?
Iverson: For sure.
Iverson presses another button.
The robot starts to blink in red and walks towards Diggers.
Diggers: Hey! Malfunctioning, you iron monster?
Diggers: Keep away from me! What's in your hand? Pu-put it down. That's rude!
Diggers: We want peace, not war!
COMBAT
Iverson presses the switch with pleasure.
The robot calms down.
Iverson: As you've seen, Sergeant William, our robot excelled.
Iverson: According to our research data, New Humans is winning the public. People trust robots.
Iverson: They are looking forward to a safer and more peaceful London.
Sergeant: Wow! The talent Mr. Robot just presented is stunning.
Diggers struggles to recover from the defeat and tries to justify himself.
Diggers: Sergeant, please don't believe the nonsense he just said!
Diggers: London needs imaginative art parties. It needs street fairs for everyone to get their voice heard.
Diggers: London is utopian.
Diggers: I will throw a feast for more people to have fun. By then, our philosophy will hit the headlines of all newspapers and become a new tidal trend. Everyone will get to know and fall in love!
Sergeant: Really?
Sergeant: But we only received countless complaints, about you particularly!
Diggers: People just need some time to digest …
Iverson: London has been in chaos for too long. We need to thoroughly and completely root out all dangers and threats.
Sergeant: I am in total agreement, Mr. Iverson.
Sergeant: I think New Scotland Yard will further consider the importance of security robots in London.
Diggers: Disapprove! This is a violation of civil rights and a defiance to liberty!
A sudden ring interrupts Diggers's great speech.
Iverson snatches up the telephone from the robot's shoulder, like tearing up an arm from a doll's body.
Security Guard: Mr. ... Mr. Iverson, bad news ...
Security Guard: The Heart of London is gone …
Iverson: What?!
Diggers: ...
The passionate speaker has noticed that it's a perfect chance to escape other than wasting time talking.