[After hearing that song playing (and deciding that he'd like for it to stop), Edgeworth opens the door - and sees nothing, until he glances down at the strange little robot on his doorstep. He blinks; this doesn't look like any of the robots he has encountered during his time in the colony. The robot then holds up a business card, which Edgeworth reads silently.
This was new. A trash-collecting robot? A useful invention, to be sure, but this could be someone's prank. There had been robots that oddly targeted people's underwear in the past, but this one seemed straightforward enough. Edgeworth drums his fingers against his hip.]
You collect trash? Is that all you'll be doing? [Why is he talking to a robot? Oh, right, because he has learned that robots can be far more intelligent than he thinks they can be.]
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This was new. A trash-collecting robot? A useful invention, to be sure, but this could be someone's prank. There had been robots that oddly targeted people's underwear in the past, but this one seemed straightforward enough. Edgeworth drums his fingers against his hip.]
You collect trash? Is that all you'll be doing? [Why is he talking to a robot? Oh, right, because he has learned that robots can be far more intelligent than he thinks they can be.]