"Did you know? My greatest dream is to create a machine that can perform every kind of calculation."
In the Dwarf master's workshop, this craftsman who loved calculators and also served as an instructor in the Department of Magical Devices enthusiastically introduced his mechanical ideals.
Then he led Jia Xiu and Ram to his own private studio.
They said that for Dwarves, having a private studio was as indispensable as having a wine cellar at home.
That comparison made Jia Xiu even more confused.
It was a cultural difference, apparently.
"Then your dream must be pretty difficult."
Jia Xiu thought for a moment before replying.
At the current level of technology, it would probably take quite a few years to iterate all the way to a proper computer.
But Dwarves were long-lived too. Living for a few hundred years was no problem.
The development of technology had always gone like this: nothing happened for a long time, then something huge suddenly came along, and it advanced at breakneck speed over a short period—well, not that short, probably a few centuries—until the potential of that wave of progress was exhausted, and then it started gathering momentum for another great leap.
If this master was not too old, he might still have a chance to see the day computers were born.
Jia Xiu wondered what computers in this world would look like, what would drive them, whether they would use silicon components, and whether they would follow the quaternary path Paula used.
Jia Xiu felt certain he would see it. He might even become one of the participants in the entire process of development.
As for the Dwarf master, he was not very good at judging the age of Dwarves.
Once they reached adulthood, they all looked the same.
Not every humanoid