My Flesh and Blood Are Weak, I Choose Mechanical Ascension

"Old Motou, she... Can she really do what she said?" Su Heng raised her dusty little face, and for the first time in her glazed eyes, the light of hope that did not belong to the wasteland ignited, "Can technology really be used to protect ordinary people?" Old Motou looked at him, a trace of emotion flashed across his cloudy eyes. He knew very well what a subversive impact these words would have on a child who had to survive fighting and plundering. "The essence of technology is to nourish all living beings. If it is only reduced to a tool for killing and monopolizing, it will lose the meaning of existence." His voice slowed down, with an unprecedented gentleness. "As for whether her ideals can be realized, you shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself." "Ask me?" Su Heng blinked, confused, "I don't understand anything, I have nothing." "Silly boy." Old Motou showed such a gentle smile for the first time, and gently stroked the white hair covering his head with his thin palms: "Her road is too long, and she can't reach the end on her own. If she wants the light to truly illuminate the dust, she needs thousands of people with the same obsession as her." He paused and looked deeply at Su Heng: "Do you think you and her are the same kind of person?"