Chapter 132 Learning
"Why do I have to suffer this?" A mechanical priest under the Great Sage Chaos, or a tomb technician under the Infinite Trazyn, is now enduring the torture from Dilia.
During the past few days, Lin Fan and Trazyn were still destroying orcs in the complex sewer pipes under the nest. Dilia followed the mechanical priests disguised as other tomb technicians to learn how to manage the deployment of the production line.
This guy is really too curious.
Although all mechanical priests have this problem to a certain extent, Dilia can obviously be called the best among them.
Those tomb technicians who were annoyed by her problems tried to use their old methods to modify the database of these imperial gear boys, delete some parameters, and if it didn't work, cover the network in.
But those had no effect on Diliya. When these technicians raised their hands to erase Diliya's data, they could only find that Diliya's spirit became more and more excited with the green light in their hands.
"What is that? It's good news."
"This is illogical."
After finally convincing the little girl that it was just the priest's fun light bulb, the tomb technicians decided not to care about this strange guy anymore.
They divided their data processing into main working areas and coping areas.
Of course, the main working area is to deal with Diliya. Those human equipment are like children piling sand. It's not difficult to put there. Putting a ghost worker scarab can do the same thing.
Now Diliya has finally been transferred to a starch production line. She has to make detailed adjustments to the problems on this production line.
Behind her is a priest who describes to Diliya the problems in the starch production area in recent days.
++Since the arrival of the imperial reinforcements, the production efficiency of the area has dropped a lot. The production efficiency has dropped by about 23%.++
++The problem we found is that the workers in production have become slack in spirit. We envisioned transforming a group of slaves. But the metal gap is too large.++
Dilya watched the various strange corpses that were stripped of clothes and armor being sent into the huge mixer of the manufacturing machine by the transformed slaves and bulldozers, while listening to the explanation of the priest behind her.
Without his description, Diliya could see the numbness and fatigue in the eyes of these workers.
These workers who worked hard to ensure production were of all kinds of people. The lower-class scavengers and rats, the middle-class citizens, and small vendors. These workers with different clothes followed the production of the assembly line and moved subconsciously, like a group of bodies that had been hollowed out of vitality.
The high-intensity war and full-scale production over the past year have made these workers who have not been able to rest feel deeply tired. Before the reinforcements came, they could still hold on with gritted teeth.
After the reinforcements came, such spirits quickly withered.
The more you walk along the sides of the production line, the more serious the situation becomes. The supervisors who are responsible for supervision also look inadequate in spirit. The loud scolding and whipping sounds become low and weak.
From time to time, a worker who is exhausted faints on the assembly line, and then is dragged aside by the worker behind him to rest, and another person quickly fills the vacancy.
The movements are skillful and smooth. It seems that this is not the first time this has happened.
This is just a problem on the food production line. What kind of scenery is it on the more dangerous and high-intensity military production lines?
++What is the standard of daily nutritional supplements for these workers++
Dilya quickly asked the priest behind her.
++Workers get a protein bar and corpse starch porridge every 8 hours of work. They can choose to eat it themselves or take it back for their families++
Is this the only food that can barely make a living with such a strong work intensity?
Dilya squinted her eyes. To be honest, if it were her in the past, she would naturally not care about the life and death of these workers or residents.
Flesh and blood are weak, this is the first sentence that every mechanical priest has to learn since joining the job. Those mortals who cannot feel the power of the God of All Machines in the production line where the miracles burst out should dedicate everything they have.
Become a welded slave to better serve the God of All Machines. As for those workers who died due to various accidents or died of exhaustion due to heavy work, their weak bodies were not blessed with the praise of the God of All Machines.
But after spending a long time with Lin Fan, who Diliya thought was the incarnation of the God of All Machines, she was influenced a lot by Lin Fan's thoughts.
"Captain Soap, why don't you have any biochemical transformation on your body? If you want, I can help you." Diliya scanned Lin Fan's whole body with her artificial eyes. The body under the armor and clothes was so clean that it was hard to describe.
A pure human body. Is this really what the God of All Machines should look like? Diliya wanted to see the body made of precision gears and exquisite and compact transmission structure that she saw in her dream that day.
Lin Fan frowned, looking unfathomable, "Priest Diliya, this is what you don't understand."
"Huh?" Diliya looked at Lin Fan's face, a little at a loss, but she silently turned on the recording device on her tail, ready to record the revelation left to her by the God of All Machines.
"In this universe, what was born first? Is it machinery? Or life?"
"It should be life, right?"
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"Yes, that's right." To be honest, Lin Fan didn't know what was the first thing to appear in the Warhammer universe, but considering the glorious history of the ancient saints in the early days, it was not wrong to say that life was the first to appear.
The only problem is that the ancient saints are too powerful as the representative of life.
"The universe gave birth to life, and life explored the laws of machinery in the long years and reproduced them one by one."
"In the distant years of ancient Terra, humans made the first rocket with their undecorated mortal bodies, and embarked on the journey of conquering the starry sky. At that time, they did not have the guidance of the God of All Machines, but relied on their own wisdom and continuous exploration to achieve great achievements."
Diliya listened to Lin Fan talking about the distant history of 2k~3k, and was a little fascinated. These ancient secrets are not something that everyone can hear, especially since she got the teachings of the incarnation of the God of All Machines.
Lin Fan finished talking about the history of human beings' rational exploration of science and technology in the past, and then began to find new excuses for himself not to accept the transformation, "Pastor Diliya, in your impression, have you ever seen any machine soul that can have the high learning ability, adaptability, and self-reproduction ability of humans?"
For this point, Lin Fan is very relieved. Those artificial AIs with high intelligence have long died or been lost in the long years. The existing AIs are better said to be artificial retards.
The robot technology that is highly restricted by the Mechanic Cult has at least lost the self-learning and progressive AI existence on the surface. But no one can say whether these hidden Doraemon will hide some magical things in their basements.
Those castle lord-level automatic robots like Dabai have become artificial retards with restricted working areas and can only adjust their combat status by temporarily inserting cassettes according to the situation.
Diliya is thinking about whether there is any mechanical creation she has learned that can create another existence of herself. But the birth form of people is random, and the ones made by machines are fixed.
Are random products better than products of fixed quality?