Salomon walked forward along several meter-wide crawler tracks on the red sand, gradually approaching the iron-gray fortress standing on the red soil desert. This fortress built on the mountain was formed with other modular structures later.
Different from the small mobile fortress, it is a castle made of steel frame prefabricated parts and concrete poured by Malbus himself. It has several huge steel airtight doors tens of meters high and countless small gates, which are used with other functions.
The small mobile fortress is connected and forms the main part of the Mars Foundry. Automatic anti-aircraft artillery turrets and plasma turrets are installed outside the fortress to defend against enemies from the sky.
So far, no force has been able to threaten this place. The only kill record of the automatic cannon came from an innocent Mars exploration rover in the distance. Today, the fragments of that rover still stay in the small crater made by the cannon shell, charred and black.
The American flag was barely discernible. Salomon didn't care that Earth's governments discovered the foundry, they had no power to stop it.
The Fifth Demonic Pillar is the main person in charge of this project, but no one on Mars knows the true identity of Malbus. The only thing that can reveal some information is the golden lion sculpture outside the iron-gray concrete fortress. The steel gate slowly opened, and the door
The gold-plated steel eagle logo was separated from the middle, and pale lights poured out from the gap one person wide. Malbus was wearing a crimson robe, standing behind the door to greet his master - the demon pillars all have the ability to transform into human form.
The same goes for Phoenix. Malbus's human form is a middle-aged man carrying a lot of mechanical equipment, which is quite in line with his preferences. Demons and devils in the lower planes don't need machinery at all, they only need armor and swords. Sa
Before Lomon recruited Malbus, he could only be responsible for forging armor and swords, so Mars who could freely display his mechanical talents made him even more satisfied. This was also the promise he made when he arrived in the lower plane for recruitment.
"Happy Halloween, my friend."
After walking into the steel gate, Salomon smiled and handed Malbus a beautifully wrapped gift. Behind the gate were huge railroad tracks that criss-crossed the fortress. The dark depths of the fortress were dotted with a large number of electroslag resmelting furnaces equipped with vacuum units.
These production lines consisting of furnaces with over 1,000 tons and a series of metallurgical equipment have not yet started, and the electronic control equipment on the rails is also staying quietly at the starting point. These equipments are spotless, and the dust from Mars is blocked from the electrostatic barrier. The vast foundry square is filled with
In the silence, only the air exchange equipment was running at the lowest power, delivering oxygen with a chemical smell, mixing with the air full of engine oil smell.
There are many such standard foundry squares, and more foundry fortresses will be built in the future, forming a highly industrialized factory area covering the entire land. When the automated mines are prepared, these foundry squares will operate with unimaginable efficiency, and refined steel will
It will be shaped into shape and war machinery will be manufactured according to the production process designed by Malbus. More importantly, the orbital foundry will be built soon, which will be the place where giant space battleships are manufactured and maintained.
In addition, the construction of agricultural factories and genetic research laboratories has also been put on the agenda. We only need to wait for the arrival of those small mobile fortresses and send personnel and equipment before construction can begin. On this planet, there is only efficiency, no matter what.
What gender, what race, and what sexual orientation? Only work and study will run through the life of every Martian resident. Coupled with complex life-extending surgeries and mechanical modifications, any identity label will be worn away. All the stupid stuff on Earth will not exist here.
Living space.
"My Lord." Malbus lowered his head and signaled. He took the gift but did not open it. Instead, he activated the smell analyzer installed on his face. In the shadow cast by the crane, the small green light flickered, and it seemed that
Very strange. "I guess this gift is a data storage device. What new technology did you bring me?"
"It's just...it's just a pumpkin cake, my friend, and no one can smell the silicon."
"I know, it's my sense of humor." Malbus blinked. He followed Salomon's footsteps and walked deeper into the foundry. The further he walked, the fewer lights were turned on on the steel dome.
, darkness gradually enveloped them.
"I just hope your sense of humor doesn't hit a red line, Malbus." Salomon said, "It's early days of construction, and I don't want you to use artificial intelligence to complete this work. I hope Ultron is still well treated.
In your hands, otherwise Mars will one day raise the flag of rebellion."
"For third-generation species like us who have entities, electronic demons cannot affect the artificial intelligence in my hands." Malbus said softly, "I will perform an exorcism ritual on the artificial intelligence to ensure the purity of the device.
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"No, my friend." Salomon showed him his tail ring, which was a warning hidden in the subtext, "I do not deny the power of artificial intelligence, but it is also because of this power that we are quite passive.
Because we cannot judge the position of electronic life. We must find alternatives, but we can look at artificial intelligence from a dialectical perspective."
"When destruction cannot be prevented, artificial intelligence will be the strongest means to restore the endangered situation." Malbus agreed.
"Yes, but only the top management of Mars knows about it. It cannot be mass-produced or researched, and all artificial intelligence cannot be activated unless necessary. Unless I give a direct order, this method will be kept in cold storage forever." The mystic mage nodded, "
We will sign a contract stating all the terms, and only those who sign the contract can become the top managers of Mars. This contract will serve as the ultimate means for the future empire to face the extinction of civilization——"
"——One, I believe you must have other plans." Marbus said calmly, "Your wisdom will prompt you to make adequate preparations. I believe those genetically modified warriors are only a small part of them, and artificial intelligence is absolutely no exception.
Not a last resort option.”
"Forgive me for not being able to tell you. This is not distrust." Salomon said, "The power of a secret lies in the secret itself. The strict confidentiality process ensures that neither technology nor magic can detect this information. The more secret it is, the more secret it is.
The higher the value of information, the enemy will find those secrets at all costs and use them as a fulcrum to destroy our career. The fewer people know, the less likely it is to leak secrets. Only in this way can we win the final victory.
victory."
"Your ideal is our long-cherished wish, my lord. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future." Marbas said, "But please forgive me, not everyone can understand your ideal. Selfishness is always buried in biology."
In their souls, their fragile minds need an acceptable concept, so that they can escape from the narrow vision and the cage of past life, and cast their sights on the universe like you. Will you allow me to express my gratitude to the first generation of foundry workers?
Transform your thoughts so that those mortals can remain loyal. I think this is the only kind of person you need."
Salomon glanced at Malbus, and most of his face covered with a mechanical mask showed no expression. He was curious about when Malbus had made progress in guessing other people's thoughts. According to Phoenix's description, Malbus was essentially an obsession.
A dead house devoted to mechanical manufacturing—perhaps for the romantic poet Phoenix, no one is interesting enough, especially Marbus, who likes the company of steel.