Chapter 133 Changes
"I think machines without self-learning and progress are forbidden to exist, let alone self-reproduction."
"Isn't that right? According to the long history and the inherent advantages of human beings, humans are actually a kind of machine. Although they lack efficiency and specialization, we can have better room for improvement and creativity."
Of course, the premise of all this is not to let Diliya encounter the super AI produced in ancient times, otherwise what Lin Fan said would become a lie.
No matter how much a person learns and calculates, how can you compare with a supercomputer that can calculate hundreds of trillions of times every minute.
That day, Lin Fan talked a lot, and Diliya listened very seriously.
The construction and yearning for a better life for human beings deeply shocked Diliya's heart, and the magnificent environment and plants and animals evolved naturally made Diliya think about industrialization in a new way.
Maybe we don't need to destroy the miracles of those gods in pursuit of steel and machinery.
The creation of machinery is the miracle of the God of All Machines, but aren't those creatures also the people created by the God of All Machines? It's just that the supporting structure made of fine steel is replaced with a skeleton.
The heat-resistant leather layer is replaced with skin that can automatically adjust the temperature within a certain range.
The feet driven by hydraulic valves are replaced with legs that release energy through muscle contraction.
Everything is the miracle and people of the God of All Machines.
After Diliya figured this out, she began to consciously replace and upgrade the parts in her body. While turning the internal structure into metal, she never forgot her appearance as a human.
According to Lin Fan, Diliya is more beautiful. It is really good that she has become a machine girl instead of a tentacle monster. Although there is still a faint smell of motor oil on her body, it is generally acceptable.
++Perhaps, we can use a new production reward method to stimulate productivity. A new and dynamic system can obviously stimulate people's hope. Blind whips and oppression will only make productivity lower and lower++
++But how to do it? ++
The mechanical priest looked at Diliya curiously. This low-ranking priest heard a new theory for the first time, and his doubts and curiosity were aroused.
Delia smiled, ++This is going to start with a food STC fragment++
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Ron dragged his tired body back to the shack built around the factory, followed by a large group of tired workers who retired from the shift system.
They were pale and thin, and the daily nutritional supplements only allowed them to barely avoid starvation. There were so many people in Hades Nest City, even if more than half of the population died, there would be many mouths to feed. Those small creatures such as rats in the lower layer were almost extinct after being eaten by the hungry people, and the more disgusting radioactive bugs were also served on the dining table after simple processing.
The corpse collectors who shuttled back and forth in the streets and alleys would try their best to find any dead body.
Those poor guys might have been infected with strange diseases, or they might have been attacked by something terrible. But the most popular among the corpse collectors were those who became swollen due to long-term malnutrition and hunger.
These people looked big, and their bodies would be obviously complete after death, so they would not lose too much raw materials when sent to the mixer.
The most annoying thing is the flies that plant maggots on the corpses. Not only will they eat a small part of the corpses, but they will also shed a lot of corrupt soup on the ground. If half of the corpses can be thrown in, it is considered a blessing from the Emperor.
"Alas." Think about Ron, who is also an ordinary clerk in the Academy of Literature. He relies on that decent salary to support a large family. But since the invasion of the orcs, his life has fallen into a slump after Commissar Yarrick led them to fight to the death.
Although he did not want to blame Commissar Yarrick's behavior, after all, he had done enough. He had seen many unlucky people who were roasted and eaten by orcs when he fled to the lower nest. Compared with his own family, he was already lucky.
Although, life was still so hard and torturous.
"Emperor." Ron pinched his stiff and numb shoulders with his black hands covered with oil and dust and prayed to the Emperor.
They have been looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements, and now they are looking forward to the day when peace comes.
Ron watched a team of corpse collectors enter a shack, and amid the suppressed crying of a child, they carried out a huge old lady, and all her clothes and extra accessories were taken off. There was no need to throw these things into the blender.
That was Mrs. Annari. Ron knew her, a rather strong and strong old lady. Although she said that her 70-year-old bones were completely useless, Ron had seen this old lady when the orcs invaded the industrial zone.
She held a big welding gun in her hand and forced the orcs back. Unlike other old people with many diseases and disasters, Mrs. Annari was not so thin and weak, but the whole person was like a solid hill.
When the old lady stood in front of Ron, he felt that a wall stood in front of him.
But it seems that this strong old lady will eventually die. When will she die? She was carried out by the corpse collectors, and then sent to the blender, mixed with all kinds of things, and entered someone else's stomach.
But the old lady's death is not a bad thing, is it? Her family members all died in the orc invasion, and the remaining son was blown to pieces by a shell on the front line. The old lady cried all day long.
She swore that she would never stop breathing until all the orcs were killed. Now the Emperor of God has recruited this brave old lady to reunite with her family, so as to avoid continuing to suffer in this dark lower layer.
Ron shook his head, pulled open the rag covering the door, and walked in.
A little girl and a woman were sitting on the bed. The woman seemed to be saying something to the little girl, holding a half-cut protein bar in her hand and feeding her one bite at a time.
"I'm back." Ron pulled his legs and sat on the bed made of bricks and various things, and took out a new type of food bar from his pocket.
These things are said to have undergone new reforms, and were made by the priest Dilia in the imperial reinforcements after a new production line transformation and food ingredients upgrade.
But Ron only looked at the outer packaging of this thing, and there was no change at all. It was still packaged in those reusable gray opaque plastic bags.
But it must be said that it weighed more, about 1.2 times heavier than the original rations.
Every thrifty person here has mastered the skill of weighing. After all, no one wants to suffer a loss when exchanging food for medical drugs. Even a gram missing represents a huge loss.
Under the gaze of his wife and daughter, Ron opened the package.
A strange fragrance entered their family's noses, a smell he had never smelled before. After getting used to the smell of smoke and sweat on the lower floor, the smell of this food bar can be said to cleanse everyone's nasal cavity.
This made Ron a little moved to tears.
The daughter on the side looked at the food bar eagerly, put one hand in her mouth and sucked her fingers with the smell.
Ron carefully broke the food bar, and his wife held the residue below with her hands.
The three pieces, one large and two small, were separated. After licking the residue on her hands, the wife put a small piece of grain bar half the size of her palm in front of her nose and smelled it, and then carefully bit off a piece to taste it carefully.
Unlike those bland protein bars and corpse starch porridge, this grain bar has a light, non-greasy sweetness, and tastes much better.
The woman couldn't help but shed tears while eating, which reminded her of the days of peace, when she could still eat a few cheap candies.
Now she felt such a long-lost sweetness.
Ron's family ate the new grain bar silently. They didn't say they were full, but at least they were very satisfied with this meal.
Is this the change after the arrival of the imperial reinforcements? Ron thought so, licked his lips with his tongue, and lay on the bed to save energy.
Tomorrow, he still has more work to do, and daydreaming will only make him consume more energy.
Ron closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and slowly fell asleep. In his dream, the desperate and depressing factory disappeared, replaced by a new scene, the peaceful and prosperous Hades hive, and he was strolling in the indoor park with his wife and daughter.