Inside the Floating City, Lan Xinshan gently cut a piece of steak with a sharp Superalloy table knife, then placed it elegantly in her mouth. A mechanical tongue had a hundred times the sense of taste of a human tongue, letting her easily savor every wonderful flavor in the steak.
That was another strength of the mechanical tongue: it blocked out unpleasant tastes and brought out only the good ones.
Long ago, the Mechanical God Race had developed mechanical tongues that could simulate all kinds of flavors. One could make plain water taste like fine wine, or make a revolting cockroach biscuit taste like roast chicken.
The Mechanical God Race had originally planned to sell them to the humans underground, letting humanity lose itself completely in false pleasure. But a human with a little authority believed this would rob people of the drive to work hard. He raised his concerns with the Mechanical God Race, and in the end, they took his advice.
"Is it good?"
Lan Xinshan swallowed her steak and suddenly heard a voice behind her.
She frowned and turned her head a hundred and eighty degrees. The sight of Nameless startled her. She knew everyone in the Floating City, and his face was nowhere in her records.
"I asked you, is it good?" Nameless asked again, amiably resting a hand on her head.
Lan Xinshan tried to stand, only to find that no matter how much force she exerted, she could not budge his arm. Shock crossed her face.
"So the Mechanical God Race has mutes too."
"You're robots. You don't even need to eat, yet you insist on copying humans. I really don't understand it."
Nameless looked at Lan Xinshan. With one hand pressed to her head, his other was free to pinch her ears, nose,