In today's modern world of rapid news transmission, even a minor story could spread across the globe in a short time, let alone a piece of black technology like Baymax that was useful to literally everyone.
It could be said that even in some developed countries, Baymax units had already been stationed in remote villages.
There was no other reason.
That real-time body monitoring technology was simply too outrageous.
One scan, and it immediately knew the condition of your body.
Everyone wanted a machine like that.
Driven by public demand, even countries that had originally been unwilling to purchase Baymax were forced by the larger trend to buy it.
That... was the influence of Baymax.
And now...
The creator of Baymax had been sued.
For a time, the eyes of the entire world focused on this place.
Not long after, a black Lincoln slowly came to a stop in front of the cleared-out passage.
Under the collective, breathless attention of the crowd, the central figure of the entire hearing, Killian, finally stepped out of the car under the protection of his security team.
And the moment they saw him, the entire scene erupted into frenzy.
Some women, blocked by the line of security that had formed a human wall along the railing, still desperately tried to stuff their business cards into Killian's arms, hoping to rise to the top in a single step, or at the very least spend one night with him.
Some men wanted Killian's investment or recognition, and were just as excited, shouting in hopes that he would stop for them.
Countless reporters were also snapping photo after photo with the cameras in their hands.
For one brief moment, Killian felt as if his entire field of vision had been swallowed by flashing light.
"Mr. Killian, what is your view on today's court summons?!"
"Mr. Killian, there are rumors outside saying your company's robot has safety risks. Do you have anything to clarify?"
"Mr. Killian, call me! Call me..."
...
Ignoring the nearly crazed reporters, Killian successfully entered the courthouse under the protection of his bodyguards.
Many people were already waiting for him inside.
Even the jury panel was seated and ready.
At the front, in the central row, a seat had been specifically left for him, and Killian sat down without the slightest hesitation.
"Alright. The summoned party, Mr. Killian, is now present."
"This judge now declares the hearing officially in session!"
After seeing Killian take his seat, one of the suited senators seated at the highest platform knocked the wooden gavel in front of him and spoke with a solemn expression.
But Killian caught a trace of goodwill in the man's gaze when he looked at him.
And among the five people seated on the raised bench, only one looked at him with pure neutrality.
The other four, without exception, all showed some degree of goodwill when their eyes met his.
Still, procedures had to be followed.
The plaintiff, namely the Senate Federal Food and Drug Administration Committee, first accused Baymax of being sold as a medical robot without having passed the relevant medical certification or authorization, thereby fundamentally misleading the general public.
They also demanded that Killian hand over Baymax's core technologies, especially the human body scanner, because it involved major national technology and had huge significance for the United States.
They wanted him to disclose all of it, and so on and so forth.
To Killian, it was all the same nonsense.
At this moment, Killian simply took out his phone and began scrolling on it out of boredom.
Although phones at this point were still nowhere near as smart as those in the future, they already had plenty of functions, more than enough for Killian to kill time.
"Mr. Killian! Mr. Killian!!!"
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Killian, who had been absorbed in reading a novel titled Transmigrated as Killian, was finally yanked back to reality by the repeated pounding of the judge's gavel. He looked up at the other side with a blank expression.
"Yes, I'm here. Sorry, sir. The plaintiff's speech just now was so fascinating that I got completely lost in it."
After hearing the judge call him, Killian calmly put his phone down and smiled as he answered.
"Very well. I'll repeat the question. The plaintiff accuses you of illegally selling medical equipment products without obtaining the relevant medical certification. How do you explain yourself?"
In response to Killian's perfectly straight-faced nonsense, the judge only smiled faintly before asking.
"Illegally selling medical equipment products? That is outright slander. My company has always abided by the law and paid taxes on time. How could we possibly do something illegal like that?!"
Killian answered with righteous indignation.
It was as if he had suffered an enormous injustice.
"Baymax is medical equipment!"
At that moment, from the plaintiff's side, one of Killian's "old acquaintances," Alex, stood up as the representative of the Senate Federal Food and Drug Administration Committee and declared firmly.
"Medical equipment? I'm very sorry, but neither I nor my company have ever seen it that way."
"Then how do you explain your definition of it?"
"Definition? A robot? A consultant? Or perhaps an assistant, a personal helper? You can define it however you like."
"In fact, if Mr. Alex happens to like this type of model, our company can also provide a life-sized companion service. It's only a matter of saying the word."
"But regarding size, perhaps we should consult a professional chip manufacturer about how wide the opening should be, since our company has always put customer satisfaction first."
Faced with Alex's sharp-edged questioning, Killian shot back immediately.
"Pfft!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The moment Killian finished speaking, the people in the gallery and jury could no longer hold it in and burst into laughter.
Even several senators on the raised platform had faces red from trying not to laugh, restrained only by their public position.
"It is medical equipment. It is a medical product."
"It can scan the state of a human body and identify vital signs. That alone proves it is a medical product."
At this point, as the direct party involved, Alex naturally did not find any of this funny at all.
On the contrary, he found it deeply humiliating, and spoke again with a darkened face.
"No. If that is your standard, then in the distant East, doctors there can diagnose your bodily condition, even diseases, with just their hands or eyes."
"Or do you intend to classify them as medical products too?"
"In that case, you may need to revisit federal law very carefully, because what you are doing is objectifying the public and objectifying workers. If the court is willing to allow you to classify living people as products, then fine, I take it back."
"And from beginning to end, our company has defined it only as a robotic consultant. It merely provides recommendations. From start to finish, our marketing has always described it as a personal health butler."
"Please note, merely a butler."
Looking at Alex in the distance, Killian replied in an entirely serious tone.
(End of Chapter)
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