Chapter 205: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extra Long Warning]_5 Chapter 205: 114 In the Name of the Father [Extra Long Warning]_5 The babies curiously observed everything around them.

And the final procedure was to add some mechanical markers to these babies, the most common being the titanium alloy elbow joints and knee joints.

Dabichi’s Adam’s apple trembled.

Were we mechanical too?

He wanted to ask, but the old tramp beside him hurriedly said, “They’ve seen us, quickly! Follow me! There’s another place you haven’t seen!”

Dabichi, with a numb look on his face, was being dragged by the tramp as they started to run along the edge of the workshop.

Several robots turned their heads towards them, striding over to pursue them.

Dabichi watched the children.

He didn’t understand, didn’t comprehend, his mind was blank.

A robot blocked the way ahead, opened its arms, and its eyes emitted a red glow.

The old tramp swung his wooden staff forward vigorously, the robot instinctively dodged, losing balance with its clumsy body, and fell heavily to the ground.

“Ha ha!”

The tramp laughed heartily, pulling Dabichi around the robot, dashing towards the black box at the end of the assembly line, and crashing into a narrow entrance behind the black box.

When Dabichi came to his senses, the tramp had already used his cane to hold the door shut while the sound of robots banging on the door came from outside.

“How does it feel?” the tramp chuckled.

“Oh,” Dabichi said trembling, “are we, are we all manufactured?”

“Almost,” the tramp smiled mysteriously, “how do you feel now? Doesn’t it seem like this world is all fake?”

“Are we life forms controlled by machines?”

Dabichi asked firmly,
“Was it because the surface war failed, so we were raised by aliens? This city is a prison, and we have to rescue our compatriots, right?!”

The tramp opened his mouth, “Why is your logic circuit different from mine, brother?”

“What exactly is going on here?”

“You saw it,” the tramp pointed outside the door, “the babies are manufactured, which means everyone who walks out of here, including you and me, essentially are machines.”

“Machines?”

“We thought we were life forms because the advanced beings who created this place made us feel we are life forms.”

The tramp said softly,
“We are just like sheep in a pen.”

Dabichi whispered, “How could we possibly be machines?”

“Here.”

The tramp calmly removed a section of his skull, revealing a glowing mass inside.

Dabichi was startled for a moment, then carefully observed these glowing masses.

Although the tramp’s glowing mass was much larger and more complex than the babies’ on the assembly line, fundamentally, they were the same existence.

Dabichi raised his hand to touch his forehead, tapping it lightly, and the sensation of pain was so clear.

The tramp proudly said, “Would you still worry about your own problems now? Compared to this secret, your troubles are nothing. We are miracles, mechanical miracles, and the level of science we possess absolutely cannot reach this standard.”

“Oh, no, that’s not right.”

Dabichi paced back and forth.

The narrow door, which was being continuously knocked on, trembled incessantly.

Dabichi quickly asked, “Our history?”

The tramp laughed and said, “It’s a text arbitrarily compiled by the creators of this place, as long as it seems coherent.”

“Then how do we give birth in hospitals?”

“Have you seen any children delivered there? According to the laws here, babies are sent straight to the Bureau after birth, but it’s actually just a simulated gestation process.”

“Our knowledge? Our common sense?”

“It’s most likely copied from the world of the creators; our logical circuit foundation could be the creator’s logical circuit, meaning our cognition can resonate with the creator.”

“No!” Dabichi shouted tremblingly, “We can grow, perceive, move flexibly; we definitely aren’t cold, unfeeling machines!”

“Silly child… come on, the Gate of Truth is right here, and you can see the full view of our world… I wasn’t planning to show you; ninety-nine percent of those I brought here broke down, but looking at you now, you seem okay.”

The tramp walked to a wall, pulled open a thumb-wide gap.

Dim light shone through.

Dabichi, as if attracted by an inexplicable force, slowly walked forward, gazing at the gap.

He seemed to see the starry sky he yearned for so much as a teenager;
Seemed to see the warm and gentle light of a constant star.

But when he got closer and looked out through a layer of ‘glass’ at the crevice, he saw only a dim, serene laboratory.

The laboratory was circular, instruments lined the walls, with a series of parameters dancing on them.

A giant orange-yellow glowing mass floated in a transparent container;
Occasionally, tiny glowing masses drifted out, floating into the black box ahead, and from the angle of view, he seemed to be in the black box now.

In the upper left corner was a convex mirror, just enough to reflect the whole view of the laboratory. Dabichi looked closely, a bit of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression gradually turned dazed.

He saw it, the holographic projection above the black box.

A city, like a sand table, quietly floated, with countless faint lights flickering inside.

Was this fake?

Dabichi seemed to unlock some hidden information, and streams of information suddenly emerged, directly breaking into his cognitive system.

Mechanical Thought Body.

Thought Cultivation Room.

The appearance of the real Mechanical Thought Body base.

Goddess, Lyu.

The rear door was directly kicked open, and a group of robots rushed in.