Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 293: Studying medicine cannot save the world, but steel can.

Richard is 41 years old this year. He has been a superhuman for more than ten years and has been a doctor for even longer, more than twenty years.

Over the years, he has seen all kinds of people, from refugees whose lives were as insignificant as weeds to powerful nobles.

He always firmly believed that there is only one disease in this world, and that is poverty.

But poverty is not a real disease and no medicine can cure it.

It was for this reason that he gave up studying medicine to save lives and turned to the extraordinary, becoming the fire-chasing moth. Many years passed in the blink of an eye.

Today he suddenly realized that he might be shallow.

In addition to poverty, there is probably also madness.

Everyone says that the Moth Chasing Fire is crazy. Whether the Moth Chasing Fire is crazy or not, doesn’t he, the acting chief, know it?

The Fire Moth is not crazy, it is actually the lord who is crazy.

Richard is a doctor, and he had a bad feeling when he learned that the heart disease medicine on this island could explode.

When he heard Zeus talk about stuffing a steam engine into his body, he felt that the lord had finally gone crazy.

This is not surprising. Those factories that devour pollution and spit out steel on the earth, and the giant beasts with ferocious teeth that block out the sun in the sky, will drive anyone crazy when they see them.

But when the lord finished speaking, Richard felt that he was the one who was crazy - he actually felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with this idea.

"Flesh and steel will react with each other, making it difficult to truly combine, but the shells won't. These strange bodies will never die, but they've never truly lived either."

"Pollution harms the human body because it possesses living qualities. This incomprehensible substance can corrode the human soul until the entire flesh and blood body is reduced to a pool of mud. However, the Noisy One can suppress it, rendering it like a dead object."

"If a steam engine were truly inserted into a human body, even a transcendental being wouldn't be able to bear the heavy burden. However, a steam engine can produce power and perform work, taking over the burden."

“Everything is outrageous and everything makes sense.”

"My Lord, I can't describe how I feel right now. I feel like I've gone crazy. How could such a terrible thing possibly work? But reason tells me to give it a try."

Richard's expression was very awkward. On the one hand, he was a very strict person and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the curiosity in his soul, like a moth chasing a flame, made him unable to say it out loud.

This is so weird, so crazy, and so funny.

He was like a madman fighting with himself.

Finally, he took off his hat and placed it on his chest, bowed slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "My Lord, please allow me to lead this research. No one among the Fire Moths is more proficient in the human body and the shell than me."

Xius nodded with satisfaction. To be honest, he only had an idea. Whether it would work or how far it could be achieved still depended on the opinions of these professionals.

Seeing Richard's excitement, Hughes knew that something was going to happen.

And he thought that there was actually great potential in this direction.

If you think about it in a higher sense, it may be the prototype of a mecha, and if you think about it in a lower sense, it is at least a promaxUltra version of the exoskeleton.

You should know that the biggest limitation of modern exoskeletons is actually energy. The power supply of servo motors has always been a topic that exoskeletons cannot avoid. Either they have to carry a huge battery, or they have to charge for five hours and have a battery life of one minute.

Now Zeus has bypassed the technical bottleneck and achieved a result. He has the Noisier inside his body and the external mechanical structure.

This would greatly reduce the design difficulty, and even with today's technology, it wasn't impossible to try. As for how to fit the Noisy Ones into the shell, Hughes had some confidence in the abilities of these Fire Moths.

They can all turn summoning evil gods into tools for cleaning up pollution, and adding things into the body is a professional skill.

Xius's only worry was whether what they came up with would be too shocking. After all, this group of people always either kept quiet (rarely) or came up with something big (often).

"Then it's up to you, Mr. Richard. Once Monica wakes up, I'll have her work with you. She's an expert at summoning machine spirits, so you can handle the mechanical aspects yourselves."

The Fire Moths are quite interested in mechanics. Those who major in secret history like Chloe or medicine like Richard are actually a minority. Most of the Fire Moths' evil researchers are engaged in mechanics and chemistry.

There is no need to explain much about chemistry. As for the worship of equivalence, Hughes has already given up control. There are equivalence believers everywhere in Castel. Whenever they talk about the battlefield, they love to talk about equivalence. I don't know where they learned it.

I don’t know if the bombs on the island are so powerful because of their influence.

The mechanical aspect was somewhat beyond Hughes's expectations.

Not only the Fire Moth, but also the apprentices in other advanced classes have a kind of obsession with machinery.

Those huge metal machines and roaring factories seemed to naturally attract them. Sometimes after work, the workers would take a few bottles of fruit wine and drink and chat beside the idle machines, just like people in later generations going camping in the suburbs.

Hughes once went to ask the reason, but the workers couldn't answer. They scratched their heads for a long time and replied, "It's the atmosphere."

Damn, what's the vibe in the factory?

This is Hughes' blind spot. As a modern man, he has seen these huge machines since he was a child, as if they were already part of the world.

But for these workers who were originally just fishermen and farmers, these steel behemoths were made bit by bit by themselves. They mined the mountains for mines, smelted them into steel, and then assembled the parts together. The sense of accomplishment and belonging they felt was unimaginable for him, a time traveler.

When a person begins to think about the meaning of his life and an answer really emerges in his heart, this answer is as important as his life.

Hughes didn't understand all this, but he knew that the workers looked at the machines as if they were some treasures.

After Hughes left, Richard took out a notebook from the cabinet.

New notes.

He was not a person who paid much attention to rituals, and his experimental manuscripts were always scattered everywhere, but this time he carefully prepared the records.

Richard had a premonition that what he was doing this time would change the fate of many people.

Refugees whose lives were as weeds, poor people tortured by illness, and those who knelt before him and begged.

Those were nightmares from the past, accompanying him in every study and every sleepless night.

Now he might not be so powerless.

Weak flesh can be saved by steel.

Richard pursed his lips, opened his notes and walked to the dissection table, like a soldier picking up a weapon.

If the poet's battlefield is at the tip of his pen, the cook's battlefield is at the stove, and the painter's battlefield is at the tavern, then this dissecting table is his battlefield.

Studying medicine won't save the world, but adding a steam engine might.

(End of this chapter)