Generally speaking, the hardware and software of a computer had to be compatible. If you used a 386, you had to use DOS. If you installed a new OSX or Win system, it would be committing a sin.
But artificial souls didn't have this problem …
The compatibility of this thing was simply perfect!
No matter what you injected it into, as long as you designed a set of basic response responses, it would automatically execute. A tailor-made artificial soul wouldn't have any hardware compatibility problems at all.
Although the Giant Golden Idol was designed and built a thousand years ago, it was completely fine to replace the original basic technology and use the mature version of Einstein Behren's artificial soul technology. It was even possible that the actual combat power of the Giant Golden Idol would be improved because of the maturity of the technology.
But before that, the driving problem of the Giant Golden Idol had to be solved.
These guys had been sitting there for a thousand years, and now they all seemed to be down …
Before Sylar and Ligerite returned, Clotho arrived first. He rode the Comet motorcycle and landed in the back garden. He then raised his head, took a deep breath, and exclaimed, "Oh my god! It's really tall!!! "
The dwarf wasn't tall to begin with, and the contrast in front of the Giant Golden Idol was even more exaggerated.
Clotho jumped off the motorcycle, ran to the Giant Golden Idol's foot, and patted it hard. He said excitedly, "This is what our ancestors were involved in designing and making? Our ancestors actually made such a tall fully constructed puppet!? "
Angus couldn't help but say, "To be honest, this thing should strictly be considered an alchemy puppet, not a fully constructed puppet."
There was a difference between an alchemy puppet and a fully constructed puppet. Generally speaking, the main difference was the difference in the composition of the body and the power source. But for adventurers, it was too troublesome to distinguish between the two, so they were generally called very casually.
"I can feel it! My curiosity had been ignited! I can't wait to take it apart and study its composition! "
Klot was so excited that he danced with joy. The Master Engineer glasses were deformed with a click, and the scope was automatically in place. The high-energy laser cutter had already begun to shoot out streams of particles, and various cutting tools appeared in his hands.
Tang En was simply stunned. He had no idea where Clotho had gotten these things from. It had to be known that dwarves couldn't use magic, so they couldn't even use spatial equipment. (Tang En and Angus had tried to develop a spatial equipment powered by magic crystals for Clotho to use, but unfortunately the progress was slow.)
"It's useless."
Angus poured cold water on him. "The outer shell of the Giant Golden Statue is made of a special alloy. It will automatically revert to its original form. It's useless even if you cut it open."
"Impossible! That kind of metal only exists in historical records. It's impossible for you to make it! "
Klotto didn't believe in heresy, and immediately began to cut with clanking sounds. Not long after, a few assistants came over to help him cut. After much difficulty, he finally managed to cut out a cut of tens of centimeters, but before he could start prying, he could only watch helplessly as the cut started to automatically heal.
"It's actually real!?"
Klotto's eyes widened in shock. "Memory metal!?"
What the f * ck?
Tang En glanced sideways at Klotto. This guy actually knows about memory metal too?
"How is this possible!?"
Klotto was a little frantic. "Memory metal is a product of the prehistoric civilization in ancient times. We haven't even been able to restore the relevant synthesis technology. How can this thing be used!?"
The Giant Golden Statue was built more than a thousand years ago, during the first war of Chaos. At that time, dwarven technology was not even as recovered as it was now. If they had mastered something like memory metal, there was no reason for Klotto not to know about it now.
"Perhaps, this is another kind of memory metal."
Tang En reminded Klotto. "After all, there is more than one kind of metal alloy that can achieve physical self-recovery."
"Is that so?"
"Of course it is. I know a few of them myself."
Tang En spread out his hands and said, "Now is not the time to study this. Let's think about how to repair this Giant Golden Statue. Later, Sylar and Ligerite will bring the original design and all the information. You can see whatever you want to know."
Klotto nodded reluctantly, but he jumped up again. "But that's still not right. Even if it's another memory metal, we should have the production method! But there is no relevant information in Gear City at all! "
"Then I don't know …"
As soon as Tang En finished speaking, two people rushed over, one in front and one behind. It was Hestiza's two bodyguards, Sylar and Ligerite. Following closely behind them were a few alchemists from the Erinsberg family.
"We're back."
Sylar nodded to Tang En and then handed the storage ring in her hand to Hestiza. "All the relevant information is here. There is more information about the Giant Golden Statue than expected. This small space ring is almost full."
Hestiza nodded and put on the ring. With a gentle wave of her hand, all the precious documents and information from a thousand years ago appeared in front of everyone. There were fifteen neatly arranged bookshelves, each with eight rows and eight layers, and all of them were stuffed to the brim.
Although a thousand years had passed, these books and scrolls were quite well-preserved. There was no visible damage. After all, these precious books were protected by the magic circle of the Erinsberg family. It was not so easy to damage these precious books.
Tang En raised his eyebrows. He guessed that there might be a lot of information left behind in the design of the Giant Golden Statue, but he did not expect there to be so much.
However, he thought about it again. There were no computers or micro-data storage devices here. If all the records were based on handwritten manuscripts and scrolls, it was normal for there to be so much data — or rather, it was considered little.
Don't believe me?
Can you make a Gundam with the same amount of books and information?
Not to mention the Gundam, what about the control system (artificial soul) of the Gundam?
So, things were not that simple.
The biggest reason why the Giant Golden Statue and artificial soul could be built now was probably because this was the Prandal. It had incredible magic power and could make many complicated things very simple. Of course, many things that were simple in the science and technology side were very complicated here.
"All the information is here, including the original design idea of the Giant Golden Statue, the design core, the internal structure, the composition of the runes, and so on."
Hestiza pointed to the bookshelves and said lightly, "They are all arranged according to their categories. These books are all unique. I think you should be careful when you read them."
Klotto could not wait to run to the bookshelves and asked casually, "Will they be damaged?"
"No." Hestiza shook her head. "Because they are very precious, they are connected to the core of the Erinsberg family. They are protected by the Erinsberg family. If you damage them violently, you will be counterattacked. You may be killed by the books."
Clotho froze. 'Can't I read my book happily?'
Tang En did not have the energy to complain. Even reading books these days was dangerous. Books could kill people if they were not careful.
"Magic books are all like this..." Hestiza shrugged and suddenly froze. "Or are we outdated?"
Gene smiled bitterly and said, "Magic books nowadays are no longer the same as they used to be. Usually, no dangerous enchantments will be placed on them. After all, think about it. The purpose of compiling knowledge into books is to spread it and let others read it. If there are so many traps, what's the point of making them into books?"
Jean was talking about the situation in Prandal. At that time, the magicians, good or bad, liked to make some magic books and then put ten or eight layers of traps on them. They used mysterious knowledge to lure others into the trap and then used magic traps to trap them.
If you were lucky enough to meet a conscientious magician, it was probably just a prank. The magician might send you to the sky and send you back when you were about to fall to your death, or cast an illusion on you to make a fool of yourself. At most, it would scare you.
But if you were unlucky and met a ruthless magician, the magician would open the magic book and fail to answer the correct password. The probability of being directly blown to pieces was not small.
Now, the magic world in Prandal had become much more normal under the constraints of Jean. Those unhealthy magic books were all collected in the process of integrating magicians. The valuable knowledge in them was kept, and the worthless ones were all destroyed.
While they were talking, Klotto had already taken out a thick book and started reading. A thousand years ago, the Prandal had not developed the technology of making paper, so these books were all made of animal skin. The book looked very thick, but in fact, it did not have many pages and did not contain much knowledge.
"This is Tim Ley, who participated in the design of the Giant Golden Statue."
Histisa pointed to one of the alchemists who followed Lizzette. That man was wearing a white robe that alchemists often wore. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, which meant that he was already middle-aged when he transformed himself. He had a head of slightly curly purple-gray hair and his eyes looked a little listless. He nodded to Twain and said, "Hello, Sir Messenger, I'm Tim Ley."
"Hello, Doctor Tim."
Tang En nodded. He actually wanted to ask this Dr. Tim if this so-called Giant Golden Statue was a modified version of the RX78 from another world.
"I heard that the Lord Messenger wants to repair the Giant Golden Statue?"
Tim looked at the Giant Golden Statue next to him, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. For this thing, he had discussed with Master Hohnheim and the others for several days and nights. Although his design plan was not adopted in the end, he had included many of his ideas in this Giant Golden Statue. Now, Master Hohnheim had been dead for who knows how many years, but he had been living in another space until now. Fate was really fickle.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
