Traveling through the Yongle year of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Gaoxu, a doctor of engineering, looked at his identity as King of Han and smiled.
The civil servants impeached me for my strange tricks? I run the steam engine with my hands and lay the rails to Mobei. The princelings say that I am militaristic? Flintlock volleys fired, artillery plowed the courts, and the steppe tribes came crying to surrender.
When the armored ships were crossing the ocean and radios were connecting the world, Emperor Yongle looked at the Manchu memorial requesting "to establish the King of Han as the crown prince" and finally called me to him:
"Gao Xu, this prince... You really don't want to be?"
I pointed out the window at the first experimental aircraft flying over the capital and saluted respectfully:
"Father, my son's journey is across the stars and the sea. Why don't you leave this dragon chair to your eldest brother?"
All the civil and military officials in the court knelt on the ground, and my technology tree had just lit up the internal combustion engine.
——Reshape China with steel and end all wars with technology. This is the ultimate romance of engineering dogs, and it is also the gentlest dimensionality reduction blow I have given to this era.
It was painful to watch. A bowl of poison.