The Defensive Robot’s Weakness

“Okay, this is your 12th attempt at this test, so tell me when you’re ready. Just remember, if you fail on the 20th attempt, then I’ll be giving your group a failing grade.”

A group of four military academy students in extremely durable armor were being reminded by their Strategy and Tactics professor regarding their practical exam. They were the first group, and the four students were the top four of their class. Well, it should be said that their professor grouped them according to class ranking, and the order starts from the top of the rankings, and then the next groups follow in descending order. As for the test, the group had to defeat an enemy robot assigned to them, and every time that they would fail, from 100 points over 100, they would be deducted a point. And if they fail 20 times, they will receive a failing grade.

“That robot…it seems to be able to counter all our attacks no matter what we do…” a stoic girl with shoulder-length hair said.

“We can’t even land a clean hit on it!” a goofy-looking guy exclaimed. “Every time it sees us move, it immediately blows us up!”

“Cooperative attacks don’t seem to work, too,” a twin-talied girl said.

“Maybe we shouldn’t move, then?” a guy with messy hair said. “Approach it, and then don’t move.”

“You think that would work?” the goofy guy doubtfully replied.

“Well, go in there for us, then,” the twin-tailed girl said to the goofy guy.

“Why me!? Even if this suit I’m wearing right now can protect me from damage, I still feel pain from being blasted to the wall, you know!? And besides, I don’t wanna be your test dummy!”

“You’re already the class’s official butt monkey, and even a lot of the faculty acknowledges that,” the stoic girl said. “Now get in there.”

The stoic girl immediately opened the door and threw the goofy guy into the room, and then she immediately closed it. In anger, the goofy guy banged at the window where his fellow groupmates and their professor watched.

“Get me out!” the goofy guy shouted, his voice muffled by the window that blocked out a lot of sound.

“You want a failing grade?” the stoic girl shouted in reply.

At that, the goofy guy sighed with reluctance. “Fine,” he said, and then he went forward to the tall robot that stood in the metal-walled room.

Upon sight of the goofy guy, the robot then declared:

“ATTEMPT NUMBER 12. COME AT ME, BRO.”

“Well, talk about a choice of words,” the goofy guy said with a frown. “Whoever programmed this thing must be hooked to the Internet for many hours in a day.”

The goofy guy then stood there, doing nothing.

“AREN’T YOU GOING TO COME AT ME, BRO?” the robot said to the goofy guy.

“It’s weird that you would ask, but yeah, I won’t move from this spot.”

“THEN I WON’T DO ANYTHING UNTIL YOU COME AT ME, BRO.”

As the viewers outside the testing area could also hear it, the other three students groaned and facepalmed at what the robot said.

“This wasn’t how I thought of the plan…” the messy-haired guy said.

“The robots here can now be controlled by voice,” the stoic girl said as she put a hand to a side of her head in annoyance. “How could he forget that?”

“Well, I guess being stupid is part of his being a butt monkey,” the twin-tailed girl said with a sigh.

And so, the three waited until the goofy guy lost his patience.

“ARGH! NOTHING’S HAPPENING, SO I’LL JUST BLOW YOU U–AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

At the goofy guy’s first step under the surveillance of the robot, he was blasted away by a cannon blast.

*THUD*

The goofy guy then hit the window where his groupmates were seeing through. Because he landed face-first on the window, he released his anger at his groupmates with his remaining energy.

“Damn…you…guys….”

And then, he slid off the window. The messy-haired guy had a laugh at him, and the twin-tailed girl went into a fit of laughter. The stoic girl then went inside the testing area to pick up the goofy guy, and then she told the messy-haired guy:

“Go deal with this already. We don’t want to fail this, you know.”

“Alright.”

And so, the messy-haired guy entered the room with his usual relaxed posture. Upon entering the robot’s field of vision, the robot said:

“ATTEMPT NUMBER 13. THE NUMBER 13 IS AN UNLUCKY NUMBER, YOU KNOW.”

“I don’t believe in such things,” the messy-haired guy said in a relaxed tone.

“IS THAT SO?” the robot replied. But the messy-haired guy didn’t respond to the robot from that point on.

Some seconds later, the robot asked:

“AREN’T YOU GOING TO DO ANYTHING?”

No response from the messy-haired guy.

After some seconds later, the robot asked again:

“SHOULDN’T YOU BE TRYING TO DEFEAT ME?”

Still no response.

After some seconds again, the robot finally snapped.

“TARGET IS NOT ACTING. CANNOT FULFILL PURPOSE OF COUNTERING ATTACKERS. NOW GOING OFFLINE.”

With that, the robot shut itself down. The messy-haired guy then smiled at this occurrence.

“Well, it’s a good thing robots like you can’t read humans perfectly. Humans can read other humans more easily than you do, you know.”

With that, the messy-haired guy left the testing area, and he and his group received a grade of 88 points over 100 for their test performance.

“Every problem always has a solution,” the messy-haired guy reminded himself and his groupmates with a smile after he left the testing area. His fellow groupmates nodded in agreement and then went out with great composure. The goofy guy’s attempt to make himself look composed even while in pain made him look really hilarious, though.

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