"So damn many ancient robots!"
At this moment, the player trio was caught in a monster-fighting battle.
Atomic City, at an amusement park
Justiceâs Security Manager and I am a Big Muscle Dominator are hiding behind cover, shooting while carefully dodging the flying blades coming from a distance.
Honestly, the robots are not difficult to kill. The level 10 ones that look like âEdward Scissorhandsâ lawn-mowing robots, the level 13 ones that resemble âWhiteâ freight robots, and the level 14 ones with curvy shapes but no bionic skin âService Robotsâ.
These former rookie killers are now just easy prey for the players, like shooting kids.
Itâs just that there are quite a lot of them.
So the two were responsible for stalling, while the Rock Chef God was tasked with switching off the powerâthey discovered that this group of robots were actually all chargeable.
"Damn, Muscle Dominator, donât charge too aggressively!"
Just as the automatic machine guns on the Security Managerâs back module stopped firing, a glance saw Big Muscle Dominator swinging his new gorilla arm model and directly charging. Flames spewed from the elbow, and he jumped three meters, smashing into the logistics robots, flattening oneâs head with a punch. His palm machine guns burst out, spraying at a few surrounding âMechanical Whitesâ, having a blast, and then suddenly felt an itch on his back. Looking up, he saw several âBee-type Dronesâ shooting at him.
"Damn! Manager, cover me with the sniper!"
The Security Manager didnât waste any words; the side of his thigh, shoulder, and small arm suddenly opened, revealing parts of an electromagnetic sniper rifle. In less than three seconds, it assembled into a fine-level sniper rifle. However, before he could aim, with a âpopâ, all the robots collapsed, including those flying vehicles in the sky, all paralyzed.
"Done, I pulled the power," the voice of the Chef God came through the headset.
I am a Big Muscle Dominator couldnât help but kick a downed robot and curse, "What the hell, these old-school robots still need charging."
The Security Manager picked up one robot, pulled at its back, and out came a charging cable as thick as a forearm.
"Pre-World War II robot technology is obviously outdated compared to modern standards. After all, at that time, artificial intelligence could only work on computers."
"Come over, I found something interesting."
The three of them dug through trash for more than half a day and confirmed one thing: this is not a dead tomb but a living one.
The so-called âliving tombâ means this place has an autonomously operating defense system, and possibly an old artificial intelligence.
"If itâs a shelter, then weâve hit the jackpot!" On the road, I am a Big Muscle Dominator couldnât help but say.
"Doesnât look like it. More like a research base. Its storage center is above. If it were a shelter, there would be grain and seed storage below. And looking at these old engines, they shouldnât be from the end of the empire."
The two found an underground passage and walked in, chatting as they went.
"Then itâs not interesting."
At the end of the empire, to deal with the âalien warâ, all governments on this planet built a large number of shelters underground and stored a lot of weapons and equipment. According to the players, itâs âNine Dragons Coffin Tombâ.
Soon, the two came to the place the Rock Chef mentioned, an underground signal reception center. Besides the rusty smell on the ground, there were piles of paper materials.
"Robot... consciousness... development plan," Big Muscle Dominator barely made out a few words with the systemâs translation function.
"So this is basically a robot factory."
With a glance, it was full of old robot development equipment, all rusted. Even the Security Manager was disappointed.
"No, thatâs not it," the Rock Chef God appeared out of nowhere, holding a test tube, looking excited.
"Thereâs a new robot development route here!"
"Huh?"
According to the Chef God, not all robots are the same, and the differences among them are greater than those between humans and dogs.
On this planet, there are three robot paths. One is âMechanical Modified Peopleâ, who are implanted with mechanical prosthetic bodies, half-human and half-machine, simply put, like the three of them.
The second is âBiochemical Robotsâ, which have human-like appearances with mechanical materials. A typical example is âBionic Manâ.
The third is the legendary âEnergy Mechanismâ, mechanical life that originates its life energy from spark, a product of Mother City technology.
But according to the information the Chef found, thereâs actually a fourth type of robot here.
âAtomic Machine!â
"What does that mean? Robots the size of atoms?"
"Exactly, robots the size of atoms!"
"Follow me."
The three followed the Rock Chef God through a series of large doors, finally arriving at a âBiological Laboratoryâ, where there were pieces of equipment resembling âoptical microscopesâ.
"Here lies a world of atomic life that has died!"
...
"Atomic Mechanical Life Experimental Plan."
Gao Gong held information that was much more extensive than that of the three players, even tracing back to the founder of the âAtomic Research Instituteâ, Dr. Xie Lin.
The gist of this plan was to modify lifeforms at the atomic level, incorporating mechanical attributes into atoms. So when atoms form a cell, the cell splits into egg and sperm cells, merging them would directly create a âsmall robotâ.
Similarly, humans would be 100% mechanized from birth without needing any prosthetic implantation.
After which, the plan got suspended.
The reason is that this plan is too damn ahead of its time, concerns not meant for low-level civilizations!
In fact, later, the upper echelons of civilized governments realized this and abolished the plan.
However, the planâs initiator, Dr. Xie Lin, disagreed entirely, taking an even more radical path, attempting to create mechanical life at the atomic level.
The planâs unreliability was like researching atomic bombs during the steam era.
Eventually, the Atomic Research Institute went bankrupt and was closed, Dr. Xie Lin disappeared, and the Institute reopened as a sci-fi-themed amusement attraction, now known as Atomic City, filled with various types of robots.
But because there are a great number of âCell Storage Librariesâ here, the remaining âvirusâ was transferred here.
Due to the virusâs indirect influence, the service robots here became very aggressive.
"Not to mention, this kind of virus needs a lot of infected individuals to evolve, right."
Miao Miaomiao shrugged and sighed, "Although our company is not short of money, our bad reputation precedes us. Both mechanical life and mechanical transformers avoid us, plus, weâre still on the run from those mechanical men, so we canât openly recruit people for experiments."
Gao Gong touched his chin:
"Now that you mention it, I know what to do."