Turning people into machines?
"Since that's the case, why don't we just build robots directly?" Maple Father asked, patting the machine.
"Yeah, build robots directly—robots that can do anything, research science and technology on their own, go to the moon on their own, form their own social organizations, possess consciousness and intelligence..." Dr. Stein sneered. "Do you really think our technology is that advanced?"
"Oh, so it isn't that advanced yet." Maple Father was quite disappointed.
"Of course not. Science is different from the Mysterious Realm. Every mature scientific theory is forged through decades of refinement, perfected by countless experiments and examples, advancing step by step upon solid foundations. There is no such thing as reaching the heavens in a single leap. Some person gets an inspiration and invents this or that—Newton discovering Universal Gravitation because of an apple—that's all the fantasy of third-rate writers." Dr. Stein mocked sharply.
"But if people are turned into machines, they definitely won't have any desire to invent or create anymore. It would be like the Middle Ages and the Feudal Dynasty, when thought was imprisoned." Birch retorted.
"Haha, science and technology have always been a game for elites. Ordinary People only need to provide market demand. So all I need is to select people among the robots who are as intelligent as I am and free their minds."
"The more I listen, the more I feel like we aren't strivers, but a gang of villainous scientists from a sci-fi movie..." The smallest Bracken muttered.
"What, you have objections? Do you think victory comes easily? Do you know that every ordinary little advancement requires tens of millions of lives as sacrifices?" Dr. Stein suddenly burst into curses.
"Before science was born, humanity merely repeated history, and every repetition killed off more than half the