Bingce

[Bingce]

This is Bingyao’s mock

 

He watched the broken box of red metal. What a waste. It swayed in the lightest of breezes, falling halfway into the waterlogged land. The glass was shattered. Maybe it was worth a look? Carefully, he lifted his leg slowly, and plummeted face first into the mud. The sea of grass covering the mud, which was like quicksand, enveloped his clothes, slathering them in mud. He groaned. His parents would be furious. The stormy grey clouds gazed down at him, stern and disapproving.

Up ahead, was a grey lake that was never blue, even in the sun. Bits of brown earth lay between dregs of water. The grass there was yellow, but it was right next to water. Hills were fighting against the tide, desperately avoiding erosion. The dirt was slowly swallowed up by the powerful current. Bit by bit, the hills would disappear.

The graphite sky was filled with huge grey clouds. It was going to rain. There was not even a trace of the clear aqua sky or wisps of light silver that had appeared yesterday. The weather could change so quickly. With a sigh, he realised he was going to have to walk home, or be drenched by the barrage of rain.

[Bingce]

The telephone.

 

Trudging across the beach Tom spotted the old, rusty, red telephone ; it was standing in the middle of nowhere like a lost child whiling for someone to come and find his parents. The coast was surrounded by the swirling sea and stormy sky. Slumped agenised a tree trunk, he let out a huge sigh. He collected some seaweed then threw them across the beach.

 

There wasn’t a grain of sand anywhere and he had been told that it would have a golden ark of warm sand and precious palm trees that stood like green umbrellas. This was the opposite. Not a ray of sunlight came though the dark dense clouds. He bet the clouds were at least a hundred miles long and wide. The telephone was ringing then he picked it up the person calling was his mother then he realized he was at the wrong place

 

Tom tried sailing to the point where his mother would meet him but realised he didn’t know how to sail then he used a speedboat and arrived there! After about twenty minuets he spotted a white seaplane with a propeller and it landed. Soon, he was at the beach paridice playing with the waterslide and swimming in the crystal clear sea

[Bingce]

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Here is Bingyao’s work#

 

“The bot has a 99.8% of being per…defective,” warned the machine. Ordering the bot to be tested with a test so difficult, no robot or human had ever received more than 80% percent, he stalked off. This bot was meant to be the pinnacle of the mountain of his creations, yet it seemed more like the base. A labyrinth of metal and wires, it was nothing like his previous robots: streamlined, humanoid chrome plating with realistic movements created by hydraulic joints.

 

X-5 (which was one of his many AIs) sent him the results. Snorting, he read them. With his heart in his boots, he gazed at the black writing. As he had expected, it was only 90%…”90%!” he gasped.

Astonished, he immediately told all his staff that every factory should start producing these robots, using more than their allotted electricity if they had to. He also told them to test each one. Abruptly, his phone rang. And rang again. And again. ”Why are you calling?” he enquired. The man replied that none of the bots had scored over 10% in the test and added that it was possible at some point, it had changed, asking if the machine had behaved oddly. Quickly, the scientist decided to call his friend, who was a coder. ”Oh. About that…”. His friend explained he had first hacked the machine so it said defective, then hacked the robot for it to only tell the truth as a prank because the robot was meant to be able to ace the test. “What was the machine going to say before the hack” asked the scientist curiously.

 

His friend answered that he didn’t know, but the ‘per’ was the start of the word. Suddenly, the robots all began laughing. ”The word is perfect” they intoned between giggles. “The hack worked perfectly. The two humans sighed. They were never going to hear the end of this.Tricked by a robot…

[Bingce]

This is Bingce’s homework.Please see in the attachment

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hi Beth,

this is Bingyao’s homework

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