Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 103 The Steam Engine Swears Again

"Okay, I'm in the East Lab right now."

"Arguing with a steam engine?"

"No! They are very friendly, why would they quarrel?"

"And it has its own name. It's called A-Nuo, not a steam engine!"

Xiu Si was a bit amused and said: "As long as you are happy."

Walking around the manor, the servants were busy preparing for the dinner, and the manor's reception room had been decorated.

Hughes came to the stable, greeted the gatekeeper, and soon rode his horse to the laboratory.

This is where the Type II machine was first ignited. After the last accident, Hughes built a complete set of laboratories here.

In this way, even if there is a pollution problem, the students will at least have a place to live and they don’t have to squeeze into one small room.

The house here was built with the help of the banshees - many of them will come to attend the class, and they just need to hide a little and not be discovered by other students.

The houses built by the banshees are not only relatively tall, but also extremely sturdy, with fossils turned into mud. Their construction level is almost as good as that of Blue Star, which has cement, reinforced concrete.

This was instructed by Zeus. After all, the experiments conducted here may not be very safe. A sturdier house might save lives.

With a house to live in, a special kitchen was quickly built, followed by a lounge for patrolling security personnel. Now Xius is considering whether to build a wall. He previously thought it was unnecessary and there were no large wild animals on the island.

But things are different now. Although there are no large wild beasts on the island, there are large machines. Who knows, in the future the steam engines might get angry and run around everywhere.

Jokes aside, Hughes rode his horse along the newly built path to the laboratory.

The students were on holiday today and did not attend classes, so the Banshees were walking around the laboratory in broad daylight.

"Lord Lord!"

"Is the Lord here?"

"The Lord is here, Monica is going to suffer."

"Hurry over, hurry over! I want to see the Lord and the Steam Engine scolding Monica together!"

The banshees followed Zeus to the door of the laboratory in a noisy manner.

Monica was talking quietly while holding the Type II machine. When she saw Hughes coming in, she quickly stepped aside with her tail stretched straight.

"My Lord, this is A-no."

Hughes took a look at the Type II machine. Hmm, nothing special about it. This machine was assembled by him and his students.

But the soul inside is not.

Hughes thought about it, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and greeted the steam engine: "Hello."

The steam engine was motionless.

Hughes looked at Monica.

Monica opened her eyes wide. "It doesn't have a mouth, so it can't speak. Besides, after entering the steam engine, it seems to have become much quieter."

"Doesn't it like being here?"

“No, it loves it, it just…”

Monica gestured with her six hands, her face flushed red, and she couldn't describe the feeling in her heart.

Zeus looked at the silent steel giant, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

"Becoming more like this machine?"

"Correct!"

Monica nodded quickly. "It gives me the same feeling as this steel machine. It doesn't seem to be just a simple soul, but more like..."

“It’s more like the machine came alive.”

Zeus looked at the cold, rough steel beast in front of him, walked forward and gently stroked it.

He didn't know what a resurrected machine would look like, but this steam engine held so much of his emotions. Its design, the fit of every bearing and piston, the positioning of every bolt on the boiler—all took Hughes's time and effort. "I know you very well," Hughes thought. "I don't understand souls, I only understand steel and machinery."

A heavy but stable emotion flowed through his fingertips, and Zeus felt an inexplicable sense of security.

It's good, it's happy.

Zeus suddenly understood why these summoned souls refused to leave. Perhaps it was not that these souls were injected into it, but that the machine produced the souls, and they were already here.

They may not have lived, but that doesn't mean they don't exist.

"Fill it with water, put in fuel, and light the boiler."

"Oh, no, it doesn't like the wood here, it has to be imported."

"It's not that it doesn't like wood, it just doesn't like you."

Monica's eyes widened and she looked at the steam engine in disbelief.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"That's the name it dislikes the most."

"How could it be possible—Ah, ah, you don't like this name?"

The steam engine's pistons clicked.

Monica pouted and ran away, covering her face.

The banshees at the door immediately started pointing and talking.

"Wow, that's too much!"

"See, I was right, it turned out that the Lord and the Steam Engine were scolding Monica together!"

Hughes patted the steam engine boiler helplessly. "I said it for you. Are you happy? She means well. Don't think she's annoying or nagging."

While patting, Xiusi suddenly stopped and his eyes slowly widened.

He clearly didn't hear anything the steam engine said just now, and there was no movement in the mind link. The steam engine didn't communicate with him in any way.

But he somehow understood what the steam engine meant and even helped him to mediate.

This. What is this?
How exactly does he communicate with this machine?

The wood was brought in, water was added to the steam room, and a flame appeared, and the boiler began to burn.

The water slowly boiled and the piston began to move.

Hughes felt very happy with the steam engine. All its parts were brand new and properly greased and lubricated. It was now like a newborn boy, full of endless energy and enthusiasm, singing loudly with the sound of the whistle.

Xius couldn't help but smile.

He is an engineer. He loves his job and loves these machines, whether cold or hot.

And now, these silent big guys can actually respond to him in their own way.

To be honest, this feeling is a bit
wonderful.

"Hey, boy, can you make your flywheel spin faster and harder?"

Hughes poked the boiler cover of the steam engine with a shovel.

He was responded by a resounding whistle. The piston hummed as if it were infused with life, leaving behind afterimages, and steam poured out of the exhaust port like a long white dragon.

The manic momentum made the banshees in the distance take a step back.

The output of this steam engine has definitely increased significantly!

The blazing firelight reflected on Zeus's face, and he smiled, a childlike, particularly happy smile.

"Damn, this world has its wonderful parts, doesn't it?"

(End of this chapter)