"I don't think so... Machines capable of self-learning and self-improvement are forbidden from existing, let alone self-reproduction."
"Isn't that exactly it? Looking at humanity's long history and our inherent strengths, humans are actually a kind of machine. We may lack efficiency and specialization, but we have greater room for improvement and a stronger capacity for creation."
Of course, that was assuming Delia never encountered some ancient super AI. Otherwise, everything Lin Fan had said would become a lie.
No matter how much a person studied or calculated, how could they possibly compare to a supercomputer performing quadrillions of calculations every minute?
Lin Fan had explained many things that day, and Delia had listened intently.
His vision and longing for a better life for humanity deeply shook Delia's heart. The magnificent environments, flora, and fauna shaped by natural evolution also gave her new thoughts on industrialization.
Perhaps there was no need to destroy those miracles of the gods merely in pursuit of steel and machinery.
Mechanical creations were miracles of the Machine God, but were those living beings not also children created by the Machine God? Their supporting structures of refined steel had merely been replaced with skeletons.
Their heat-resistant leather layers had been replaced with skin capable of automatically regulating temperature within a certain range.
Their hydraulically driven bipedal limbs had been replaced with legs powered by the contraction and release of muscles.
Everything was a miracle and a child of the Machine God.
After understanding this, Delia consciously began replacing and upgrading the parts within her body. Even as she turned her internal structure to metal, she never forgot her outward appearance as a human.
In Lin Fan's words, Delia had become prettier. It was certainly nice that she had become a mechanical girl instead of some tentacled monster.