The Mechanic

The Mechanic by Lian Xi Lian Xi

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In a world controlled by a super-artificial intelligence computer, persecuted male humans gather in Paradise Lost for a final struggle. They used decades to deploy a seance plan - stealing the North American server of the super artificial intelligence Eden, downloading it into the body of a male human Adam, and taming and taming it. Control, use him against the omniscient God.

Zhang Xun, an older, single tech nerd, was fortunate (unfortunate?) to be the last link in the seance - responsible for maintaining and taming Adam. So facing a reverse version of Ghost in the Shell creature with a human body and a mechanical brain, Zhang Xun's life fell into countless confusion, chaos, control and anti-control, and he was extremely tired.

One sentence introduction: Steampunk technology house saves the world

Almighty pseudo-dumb cute (really black) attack: Adam X old technical house proud and tender receiving: Zhang Xun

Inspiration sources include (but the setting, story and characters are original and have nothing to do with these works): The Matrix, Ghost in the Shell, Suspect Tracker, Westworld, Ex Machine, Me, Robot and other sci-fi works

Content tags: Science Fiction Edge Love Song Doomsday Legend

Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhang Xun, Adam ┃ Supporting role: James, Pan ┃ Others: Science Fiction, Artificial Intelligence, Steampunk, Cyberpunk

Chapter 1 Paradise Lost (1)

2418, in the Rocky Mountains. The vast forest composed of huge pine and spruce up to 100 meters high stretches for hundreds of miles, and it is one of the few places in the world that has not been covered by Eden.

The silence that could only hear the birdsong in the sky was disturbed by the roar of the engine. A team of huge off-road trucks dragging containers crossed a manually cut dirt road into the jungle. The team was scarred, with bullet holes all over its camouflage-colored bodywork, and what looked like bloodstains could be seen on the front windshield.

In the forest valley, there is a city consisting of row upon row of pavilions, barracks and sentry towers, as well as pieces of arable land, surrounded by cement walls as high as 150 meters, and the three gates are made of bulletproof steel plates. It is made, driven by countless huge gears, and there are high sentry towers on both sides. There are always two sentries with M625 machine guns in the towers, day and night. Outside the city, there is a semi-circular Herbert barrier in a radius of two hundred miles from the city center, which can block any satellite signal, radar pulse signal and infrared signal, and use the mirage technology to reverse the signal to other places to fill the isolated gap. So as to achieve the effect of stealth to Eden.

This is Paradise Lost, one of the last three sanctuaries for male humans on Earth. Except for a very small number of mechanics and researchers, people hardly use any electronic products, lighting ordinary non-smart light bulbs or even kerosene lamps, communication depends on the postman in the city, and there is no telegraph. Even the storage network used in the R\u0026D center is completely closed, and all servers are locked deep underground, and only personnel with permission level 5 or higher and approved by the round table committee can enter.

The convoy stopped before reaching the gate, and all the drivers and co-drivers in the trucks got off and fought in a row. These men looked very awkward, and some were even injured, and their coats were stained with blood. The sentry on the tower took up the binoculars and checked the faces of each man one by one. About ten minutes later, I remembered the sound of a mechanical winch behind the door, and the door slowly opened.

After the convoy entered the gate, the crowd who had been waiting on both sides of the road gave out deafening cheers. The men shouted frantically, and even their faces turned hideous in extreme excitement. The cheers were clearly audible even though they were separated by three kilometers.

Zhang Xun sighed softly, took off the one-sided smart glasses buckled on the bridge of his nose, picked up the documents, walked out of the lab, squeezed past the crowd of people watching the fun on both sides of the road, and walked all the way to the bustling warehouse No. 8. forward. Compared with the unshaven and sweaty men around him, he looked too clean, his hair was too neatly combed, his work clothes were too spotless, his shoes were too clean, and his physique was not strong enough. In fact, he is not thin at all, and his face is handsome and handsome, but compared with the other Caucasians who are as strong as cows and covered in body hair, he looks too weak. What's more, he has no interest in weapons or fighting, and only likes to spend time in the Lab every day, which makes him more and more the object of ridicule in this country that prides itself on being manly.

His father never liked him for that. In fact, his father didn't like almost anything about him.

A man in an old leather coat, with mature brown hair, dark eyes but a little scruffy, arrived on a motorcycle, stopped not far in front of him, and waved at him with a German accent. English shouted, The convoy is here, Commander Zhang asked me to come over and ask if warehouse No. 8 is ready.

Zhang Xun replied in much more standard English, Everything is ready.

I know you must have been prepared long ago, you are about to meet that damn Satan, and you can tear it down with your own hands, aren't you excited? The man lay on the motorcycle and winked his right eye at him, I heard no one could be present when you asked for the remodel?