"...That might not necessarily be the case."
Hearing Yulia say that, Iver felt a little awkward.
To be fair, Doctor Gatling's original intention in inventing the Gatling Machine Gun had also been to increase firepower, thereby reducing the number of people who had to go to the battlefield and die or be wounded...
...How should he put it? If this idea were taken to its extreme, it wasn't exactly wrong.
Because once firepower increased without limit, until weapons capable of truly destroying everyone were created, the number of people who went to the battlefield and died or were wounded did indeed decrease—by the same logic, once machines that increased productivity evolved to their extreme, Yulia's vision might just become reality.
But before that happened, things would probably develop very differently from what she imagined.
Even so, Iver still gave Yulia's research his wholehearted approval. "But I think this idea is sound. In fact, Yuli—you've still vastly underestimated all of this."
"...Underestimated?"
Yulia was astonished by the extremely high evaluation Iver had given her.
She knew Iver well.
Given Iver's personality, when it came to matters of such importance, he had always called things as he saw them.
He would never give a false evaluation merely to accommodate the feelings and pride of his friends and family. After all, kind words could not save someone determined to die, and compassion could not redeem someone bent on self-destruction. Even if the other person clearly said they didn't want to listen or strongly resisted, Iver would still say everything he needed to say and offer whatever advice he ought to give.
"That's right. The machine you developed is no longer merely something that 'drives the development of the age.' If everything goes smoothly, this could even be called a Quantum Leap for the