What's it like to become a mechanical apprentice?
Hammering nails, tightening screws, making hammers...
No, no, no.
That's not what I want.
From the first spear of the Dark Age... to bows that could hit a target a hundred paces away... to the first time warriors donned helmets and armor of iron.
From bronze to steel.
From steam to oil.
From the smoke of flintlock guns to the blue flashes of the Holy Gatling Bodhisattva.
Machines whir without pause, while layers of ash and soot swirl through the air and block the view.
From building a Tiger tank by hand to mass-producing White Devil mechs on an assembly line.
From tiny atomic mushroom bombs to magnificent space-based weapons systems.
From sky-shielding aerospace carriers to battlecruiser fleets equipped with antimatter super-energy cannons.
The cyber world is in the palm of my hand.
Yan Huang isn't worried about the future, because the day of mechanical ascension has already arrived.
It turned out to be a dream. It started out as a game article. It was the author's writing style that made me persist, but the fragmentary ending was ridiculous.
Is that okay? You can read it even when you don't have a book.