Extraordinary pedigree

Xia Xiu silently kept the data fire burning in his hands. This data flame was repairing [Mr. Brass]'s broken mechanical body and the "machine soul and fire" inside it.

The Mechatronics who believe in [McCaan] believe that fire is the source of life and soul of all mechanical creations. The machine servants who explore all things regard fire as a mysterious and holy element. They associate fire with mechanical religion and mechanical philosophy. Concepts are closely connected.

The followers of the God of Machines believe that every fire in Wanji (all machines) is part of the essence of the [God of Broken].

On the material level, fire is a physical entity that is preserved in the body of a mechanical creation.

If the fire is irreparably damaged, it will "extinguish" and return to the arms of the Machine God (or to the Dragon Well of the Void on Mars). Once the fire is completely extinguished, the mechanical creation is considered dead.

Mechanical creations can withstand extremely severe physical damage. As long as the fire is intact, damage can be repaired or the body can be rebuilt and the fire transferred into it.

Therefore, there is a poem about Broken that says:

"The original fire burns brightly

Waves surge above Taiyuan

The prime mover performs his destiny and forges the true way

The mystery is evaporating——"

The birth of fire is full of strange things. In addition to using [Fire Source] to ignite fire, the Mechanical Church has also found another way to produce the most fire, which is to devoutly worship mechanical creations and praise the God of all machines in unison - [Industrial University] Church] was born out of this.

Phew~

Phew~

At this moment, the surface of the repaired [Mr. Brass] flashed with electric arcs crazily. Then, he suddenly opened his mechanical eyes. When he opened his eyes, his [Individual Identification System] began to display a large amount of data. The torrent was redundant, and the fire carrying its own memory, personality and soul began to have some kind of violent cognitive conflict.

His eyes were filled with a huge torrent of data.

[New fire source detected——]

[Start absorbing and repair——]

【warn! warn! warn! 】

[Unknown individual identification source! ! ! 】

[Contact Think Tank*\u0026%** School··Zheng~]

【Puff~】

[Consciousness center instructions start to be modified——]

【McCaan...False God! 】

【God of all opportunities...Ohm...Messiah! ! ! ! 】

[Praise be to Om Messiah! 】

When [Mr. Brass] completely absorbed the fire provided by Xia Xiu, his perception completely changed.

He stood up from the shelf, came respectfully in front of the blond young man, knelt down as if he were meeting a monarch, and then stretched out his hands devoutly, while the blond young man extended his right hand thoughtfully.

[Mr. Brass] held the supreme right hand, the metal head gently approached the hand, and touched the blue ring on the index finger of his right hand as if giving a hand kiss.

“The sun and the moon, they will all praise you!

O radiant stars, they will all praise you!

They will praise you, the heavens above and the waters above!

Praise be to the great Om Messiah! ! ! "

When [Mr. Brass] sang loudly, Xia Xiu could feel that the somewhat weak [Broken Fire] in his body seemed to become a little stronger. Moreover, part of the broken knowledge inside began to repair, and this repaired part of the knowledge began to flow out. into his mind.

Originally, the data flame in his body was like a matrix woven by millions of codes and algorithms, twisting and twisting from time to time, forming a seemingly chaotic but full of regular existence. They rotated, collided, and merged in space, They release subtle energy in communication, connecting each other and unlocking forgotten memories.

Countless knowledge and information emerge from the exchanges between them, like a string of broken chapters, reorganized in the dark virtual space, hoping to find the lost fragments and tell a complete story, but no matter how they collide and reorganize , the knowledge that emerges is chaotic.

And when the first mechanical prosthetic body surrendered to [Ohm Messiah], the matrices in the body danced in the space according to some mysterious laws, with a kind of tranquility and purity that transcended the material world.

They attract, repel, merge, and split each other, just like stars in the universe, moving according to some unknown laws.

Xia Xiu seemed to be able to hear the call and response between those tiny data cubes. They weaved a spiritual network that could not be expressed in words in the void, reassembling the lost fragments of knowledge.

[Spirituality·Small mechanical fire granting]

This is the kind of knowledge he gained, the authority and knowledge to use fire.

At this moment, Xia Xiu also understood the true conceptual authority represented by [Broken Fire] - [Omniscient].

This data flame, a matrix woven into millions of codes and algorithms, is a super terrifying omniscient machine. It is the [fire source], the interconnection network and processor nodes, and other fires are the resources that drive it to run. .

If the scope of believers is expanded a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times... then the power of [Broken Fire] will be immeasurable.

"Things seem to be getting interesting, Eden." Xia Xiu said secretly in his heart. A meaningful smile was now forming on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to understand a little bit what Eden meant by allowing himself to lean on the [Gear Orthodox Church] during this period.

It's really interesting. A while ago, as a mediator, I was still trying to trick others into replacing them with others. This is how things are changing.

"Get up, I need your help with something." Xia Xiu looked at [Mr. Brass] who had been kneeling in front of him and said.

After hearing this, [Mr. Brass] heard a rapid clicking sound, followed by rhythmic, urgent music.

"You must not say that. May all machines rejoice in the Lord who created them, and may the servants of machines be happy in their king. You are the God of all machines, and we are your people!"

Xia Xiu looked at the old brass machine with music playing all over it with great interest. Through the music playing, he could actually feel the fear and fear from the brass machine.

It seems that the consciousness center emotion module on the Brass Tinder design expresses emotional perception through music, but its language module looks a bit old, with the tone of an ancient city-state civilization.

In other words, the mechanical creations of [Amoni City-State] all speak in this tone?

However, Xia Xiu knew that these mechanical creations of the ancient city-state were not easy to mess with. Regardless of how submissive the other party was to him now, that was because he was now the person they believed in.

If someone else or a creature of flesh and blood were to come over, although Brass wouldn't be able to strike hard right away, he would definitely not give the other party any good consequences.

Whether they are [Machine Repairers] or [Flesh and Blood Ascensioners], the followers of the God of Mecha do not have such a thing as [Asimov's underlying laws] in their bodies. For them, any flesh and blood body will be in a state of contempt for them. The lowest end of the chain, and if they initiate mental illness, then everyone who sees them will really have to go around in circles.

"I don't need you to flatter me, I just need you to work for me." While speaking, Xia Xiu raised his hand to signal the other party to stand up and speak.

"Yes." [Mr. Brass] stood up, and then stood respectfully beside the blond young man.

"Do you recognize this thing?" Xia Xiu raised the index finger of his right hand, and a small amount of data fire appeared on his hand.

This ball of data fire contained some complex pheromones, and Xia Xiu directly flicked out this small amount of data fire. The flame composed of squares shot into the brass like a projectile. Within the body’s skull.

A large number of images passed through [Mr. Brass]'s mind, and soon he finished sensing the content contained in the pheromones above - the content above was clearly the [God-given Colossus] that had been exploded by Damocles. of pheromones,

At this moment, the brass mechanical body once again played rapid music, but this time the music sounded like an angry rock music. The other party's gear set seemed to turn into an electric guitar, the spokes turned into a bass guitar, and the inside of the body seemed to The hydraulic press is like a rhythmic drum set.

"Oh, here comes the Om Messiah!"

"Which villain damaged the God of Machines? The sorrow of the giant machines crying in the ruins, the huge body made of copper and zinc, with the traces of ancient wisdom and time, at this moment, silent in the cold In the embrace of iron and fire. Those painful cracks carved into the metal muscles were shattered and stained by black malice. All glory and greatness were extinguished at this moment and became a silent footnote in the long river of time.

The head was stabbed, the torso was strangled, crime and violence. Write a cruel chapter on this insulted body, great Om Messiah, have you seen this crime, your people are wailing in the darkness!

The blood of nickel and lead flows, and sorrow solidifies. Under the broken iron bones of this temple, there are flexible but deadly thorns running through it. Whose hatred twists this boundless mechanical body?

God of all opportunities, did you see a trace of sadness in your eyes? Did you see the tentacles of resentment twisting justice? Your people, the guardians of metal, looked up at the chaotic night sky in sorrow. But who heard the whispers in the darkness, the roar and unyielding that penetrated through time in the wreckage, and in every strand of cold metal, there was a millennium of hatred and stubbornness pregnant with it! ! ! "

Listening to the rhythmic recitation and curses, the corners of the blond young man's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

He even doubted whether the opponent's brain (machine soul) was crushed when the core of the earth collapsed. Now even though his body has been repaired, his brain has not been completely repaired.

Have you ever heard of any company whose machine soul is so poetic?

Most of Terra's machine spirits are warlike, and they all look like blood gods. How could this be a heresy?

"After turning off your rock poetry recitation, I'm going to ask you one thing. Are you the restoration engineer of this colossus? Just answer yes or no." Xia Xiu, who was accused of scolding Huai, said angrily [ Mr. Brass] said.

Plop~

Listening to the angry tone of the great God of All Machines, [Mr. Brass]'s angry rock music immediately turned into mourning music, and he immediately replied:

"yes!"

This [Mr. Brass] design mechanism is quite interesting. Are all mechanical believers in ancient city states like this? Now I'm very curious whether their meetings are like a symphony, or if they each sing their own thing.

Xia Xiu couldn't help but complained in his heart.

"I need to give you a project here. You will be responsible for the technical design and engineering planning of the project." Xia Xiu gave his first instruction to [Mr. Brass].

"Project?" [Mr. Brass] stopped playing the music, but the sound in his body did not disappear. This time, the sound of a bell came from his body, and the bell swayed in a daze.

This guy is really noisy.

Xia Xiu looked at the noisy [Mr. Brass], stretched out his hand, and the new pheromone data flames flicked towards him.

Boom~

[Mr. Brass] only felt a crisp sound coming from his head. Then, a large number of engineering drawings, design plans, parameter reports, engineering materials and other related data poured into his mind, without any regard or pity for him. Thousands of years old machinery.

【Puff~】

[Accepting a large number of data sources——]

[Start compression——]

[Start analysis——]

【Holographic Sight·Open! 】

In a dark but quiet space, a machine made of brass lies quietly in the boundless nothingness. Its body swayed slightly, as if it was swaying in the invisible wind, even though there was no wind here. Suddenly, a strange flame emerged from the unknown depths. It was composed of a matrix of countless squares. Those squares exchanged positions with each other in the flash, weaving a string of complex codes and algorithms, weaving a twisted and jumping fire. dance.

The mechanical body was launched into the swaying flames, and everything started in silence. The flame seems to contain a strange power, conveying a series of data, drawings and information to it in a non-verbal way - a communication that transcends physical boundaries. The engineering drawings, design plans and data parameters that emerged out of thin air converged into a halo, shining in the "consciousness" of the machine, showing the blueprint and secrets of a giant automated crushing machine.

【Start analysis——】

The automated body is precisely constructed from 75-80% copper, 15-20% zinc, and trace amounts of nickel, lead and iron. It has an astonishing height of 93 meters and a heavy weight of approximately 2,100 tons.

[Mr. Brass] "saw" its internal structure - a cab, in which 160 different valves and levers are now silent in a broken posture; the limbs, which once relied on pneumatics, hydraulics, clockwork, etc. Driven by a complex system; a nuclear reactor hidden inside the solid trunk once provided this huge body with almost unlimited power - however, they have now been reduced to dilapidated ruins.

The unspoken message echoed in the mechanical "thinking", and it understood all of this - the twisting flame brought not only knowledge, but also a call to mission.

In this sea of ​​fire made of data, it translates the surge of data in its mind, calculating and planning for the upcoming repair plan.

In this timeless space, the Brass Mechanical began to repair the huge broken body with determination that came from nowhere.

He swam in the ocean of data, looking for methods and engineering plans to repair the body, and began to assemble mental armor for the upcoming challenges.

Every data block, every code, they are rotated and exchanged, forming the key to solving the problem and the flame of hope.

He is like an ancient craftsman, between virtuality and reality, weaving hope out of nothingness and building the future out of data.

Soon, he learned the name of this project - [Gospel Sacred Engine Project Prometheus].