Pedestrians running red lights, electric scooters without helmets, and people spitting everywhere have almost vanished from the city center.
Primarily, very few people can tolerate a robot rolling up in front of them, or a loudspeaker in the square interrupting music, followed by a childish voice announcing: "You live in XX district, work at XX, and hold the position of XX. Brother, sister, uncle, aunt, why are you running the red light again? Why did you do XX again?"
Especially when stopped by a robot lecturing on various uncivilized behaviors, it's genuinely hard to know whether to get mad or not.
Really, it's hard to imagine that the robots responsible for promoting civility even have a sponge-padded area on their chest, specially marked with "If you're angry, you can pound here!" That kind of vibe.
This contraption babbles on the street, drawing weird looks from a bunch of people, and once experienced, it's hard to forget.
Thinking of running?
Don't even think about it!
