In the development of mechanical civilizations, two things were unavoidable: the Mechanical Revolution and the mechanization of species.
So, in the eyes of outsiders, an outrageous solution had emerged.
If you turned yourself into a mechanical life-form, wouldn't you no longer need to worry about the "Mechanical Revolution"?
And as it turned out, that was indeed the case. Once the mechanization of an entire species was completed, the probability of a Mechanical Revolution emerging would be greatly reduced.
According to the Civilization Council's Development Guide for Low-Level Civilizations, if a mechanical crisis truly arose and a species-wide transformation was carried out, the probability of a Mechanical Revolution emerging could be reduced by 37.4 percentage points.
But for an individual civilization, this kind of transformation was extremely difficult to accept.
It was equivalent to stomping the entire civilization's worldview into the ground!
Mercury could hardly imagine her consciousness soaking in a metal can, researching nothing but filling it with gasoline or operating code every day.
She would rather be killed outright!
"Since that's the case, why not just give up mechanical technology altogether? With the talents of us Alphans, we could switch to developing carbon-based civilization—"
Mercury refuted him excitedly, then froze.
"The Milta wouldn't agree, would they?"
"Those silver-haired elves allow our civilization to develop in every way without imposing any restrictions or interference," Mars said calmly. "But there is one prerequisite: we must follow the path of mechanical civilization."
Mercury took a deep breath and said with difficulty:
"The Milta said they searched among tens of thousands of intelligent civilized planets and found us—the evolutionary counterparts selected by nature. That was a lie, wasn't it? The reason we embarked on the path of mechanical civilization wasn't the result of natural selection at all, was it?"
"That's just a politician's