Black Steel Heavy Industry Begged Me Not to Demolish It

Foreword: In the year 2077 of the Earth's calendar, heavy rain washed away the bulletproof glass of the Wasteland Mechanical Laboratory. When Chu Mo embedded the last antimatter battery into the heart of the mecha, the alarm light on the top of the laboratory suddenly burst into dazzling red light. The assistant behind him screamed and pointed at the monitoring screen: Dr. Chu Mo! The military's Deus Ex Machina missiles will arrive in 30 seconds! His white coat has long been soaked with engine oil, but his fingertips are still welding nerve connections steadily. Three months ago, when he discovered that the military was trying to inject the mechanical life virus into civilian mechas, he had already written this death notice. Upload the backup drawing to the quantum black hole. Chu Mo pulled off his lab coat, revealing the lined mechanical prosthetic limbs—his first self-made work using scrapped satellite parts. He told the world that machines should not be slaves to war. The moment the missile hit, Chu Mo connected himself to the core of the mecha. In the quantum turbulence generated by the explosion, he heard the activation sound of the mechanical blueprint system: This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.