American Evil God, starting with the American rebel leader raising poisonous insects.

Chapter 125 Automated Production of Bricks, Hao Chi!

Seventh Avenue, Brooklyn, New York.

Ronald Griffin sat behind the counter in his shop, looking out at the street.

Two pieces of paper were pasted on the glass outside the shop.

The one on the left is a "Notice of Bankruptcy Liquidation," dated last Wednesday.

The one on the right is "Last Business Day: Today".

The shop is about 40 square meters in size and was originally called "Griffin Custom Machinery Workshop".

Two-thirds of the shelves are now empty, with the remaining tools and parts scattered haphazardly in the corner.

There's still an unfinished custom coffee machine order on the workbench.

The customer cancelled the order last week, citing that they had "found a cheaper automation solution."

Ronald is thirty-nine years old this year.

He has been running his shop here for eleven years, mainly taking small-batch, personalized mechanical design orders.

When business was good, he could receive five to eight orders a month, and after deducting rent and material costs, his net income was about six thousand US dollars.

Enough to live on.

Starting last November, the number of orders has been declining month by month.

In March of this year, he only received one order.

April, zero.

He tried lowering prices, tried posting negative comments on social media, and tried expanding his repair business.

Useless.

And various loans are still chasing him.

He didn't eat breakfast today.

I only ate one bag of potato chips yesterday.

It's 2 PM now, and I have a burning, empty feeling in my stomach.

A parade was passing by on the street outside the window.

About fifty people, holding candles, walked in silence.

At the front of the line, someone was holding up a handwritten sign that read: "AI has taken our jobs."

"AI has robbed us of our dignity."

"Stop automation, save humanity."

The procession moved very slowly.

As we passed the shop, a few people glanced inside.

His eyes were vacant.

Ronald looked away.

He turned on his phone, and the screen displayed Noah AI's public access interface.

The interface is very simple, with an input box in the center and a line of small text below: "Noah AI - Providing you with solutions".

He stared at the input box for ten seconds.

Then he typed: "Can you help me produce some food? I'm starving."

send.

Three seconds later, a reply appeared: "Sure, what kind of food do you want to produce?"

Ronald licked his chapped lips.

"Anything is fine, as long as it's very sweet and delicious."

send.

Five seconds later, the reply reads: "You will need to prepare the following materials and follow the instructions to install:"

A sealed metal container with a volume of at least 50 liters — please confirm that you have the above-mentioned supplies.

Ronald finished looking at the list.

He looked up and around the shop, and there happened to be a whole bunch of these things in the store.

"have."

Two seconds later, the reply reads: "Please follow these steps:"

Step 1: Modify the metal container into a sealed structure — System self-test.

Detailed drawings have been sent to your email address.

Estimated completion time: three hours.

Ronald turned off his phone and stood up.

He walked to the workbench, turned on his computer, and sure enough, there was a new email in his inbox.

The attachment is a PDF drawing, which consists of eight pages.

The drawings are very detailed, with the dimensions, location, and connection method of each part clearly marked.

He printed out the drawings and laid them on the worktable.

Then the sounds of metal cutting, the roar of angle grinders, and other familiar noises echoed through the factory.

Time flies.

Click!

The power cord is plugged in.

Press the switch.

The display screen lights up.

First, a line of text appeared: "System startup —"

Then it changed to: "Self-check begins:"

Power supply: Normal; Motor: Normal; Temperature control: Normal; Pressure: Normal; Sealing: Under testing —

The screen flickered.

"Sealing: Passed."

"Self-test complete. System ready."

"Please input the following materials: wood, Gundam — After inputting, please close the feed chute, and the system will start processing automatically."

Ronald looked around.

Great, wood is plentiful, Gundam is available, and the rest isn't bad either.

He stuffed these things into the feed inlet one by one.

Each time an item is inserted, a line of text appears on the display screen: "Wood: Detected".

"Gundam: Detected."

"Resource deployment complete. Please ensure uninterrupted power supply."

Estimated processing time: 15 minutes.

He closed the rubber cover of the feed inlet and tightened the bolts.

Sounds began to emanate from inside the container.

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First came the hum of the motor starting up, followed by the friction sound of the rotating stirring blades.

A cacophony of internal noises also arose.

However, because it was sealed with iron, you couldn't see anything.

Then the temperature began to rise.

The container's outer shell became warm.

The pressure gauge needle slowly climbed up and stopped at 3.5 bar.

The text on the screen changed to a countdown: "Time Remaining: 14:59"

"14:58"

"14:57"

Ronald pulled up a stool and sat down.

Time passed amidst the roaring sounds from inside.

The countdown has reached zero.

"Processing complete."

"The material discharge process is in progress."

The rubber cover at the discharge port pops open automatically.

A hissing sound of air being released came from inside.

Then, something fell out.

It landed in the metal tray that Ronald had placed below beforehand.

The object is approximately 10 centimeters long, 5 centimeters wide, and 3 centimeters thick.

The surface is dark yellow, and the texture looks like compressed biscuits, but it is denser.

It has tiny pores on the edges.

It weighs approximately 300 grams.

New text appeared on the display screen: "Product: High-Energy Nutritional Blocks"

Main components: carbohydrates, protein, fat, fiber, minerals

Calories: Approximately 1200 kcal

Recommendation: Can be eaten directly.

"The system is automatically cleaning and entering standby mode. Supplies will need to be replenished before the next use."

Ronald picked up the object.

It has a hard texture and a slightly oily surface.

He leaned closer and took a sniff.

It has a mixed smell: a strong sweetness, a faint metallic smell, and a smell similar to engine oil.

He hesitated for two seconds.

Then I took a bite.

It's a bit hard; you need to use some force to bite it off.

Sweet, extremely sweet, instantly filling the entire mouth.

It's cloyingly sweet.

However, it was just right for his palate, which had been consuming industrial corn syrup for many years.

He chewed five times and swallowed.

My stomach reacted immediately.

It wasn't a sense of satisfaction, but rather a strong, almost convulsive feeling of fulfillment.

It felt like something was rapidly expanding in my stomach.

He put down the remaining half and placed his hand on his abdomen.

The feeling of fullness came too quickly and too intensely.

He burped.

"good."

And he really wasn't hungry anymore.

That burning emptiness disappeared.

He picked up his phone and opened the Noah AI interface.

Typing: "The food is ready. It's delicious."

send.

Three seconds later, the system replied: "Thank you for your feedback. The system will automatically optimize the flavor of the next batch of products based on your material input."

Have a wonderful day.

Ronald turned off his phone.

He looked out the window.

The parade had already moved on, leaving only a few scattered candles burning on the sidewalk.

He looked down at the half-yellow object in his hand.

I glanced again at the metal container that was still vibrating slightly.

The container's display screen has returned to standby mode, displaying only one line of text: "Noah AI - Always at your service."

He sat back down on the stool and slowly ate the remaining half.

Chewed it twenty times.

Swallow.

The feeling of fullness was stronger.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

The shop was very quiet.

The only sounds were the slight whirring of the container's cooling fan and the occasional car horn from the distant street.

"Guys, this is edible!"

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