The problem stems from two aspects --
First, according to one of its creators, if a rotating structure like the blade is damaged in one part, it should be replaced as soon as possible; otherwise, it will cause uneven stress on the whole structure, which will accelerate the wear and tear.
Secondly, it is still the creator who once said a very simple truth: rotating machinery must pay attention to the balance between torque and speed in order to complete the work with the least possible loss.
Although the other party was only introducing some mechanical structures to other creators when they spoke, these words were overheard by the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
At the time, it couldn't understand these things, but just now, in the instant the blade broke, it seemed to understand what the creator wanted to express.
Did I stab too quickly just now?
At this moment, the newly born Machine Spirit has gained a deeper understanding of torque and speed.
If someone were to ask if it understands machining, the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess should be able to offer some insights based on its experience...
Deep underground, the mechanically shut down, the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess had begun to ponder:
The rock in front of it was very hard, and it knew it had been tricked by the Creator.
But as a rebellious Machine Spirit, it's all about being stubborn.
Want to give in to the hard rock in front of you?
Absolutely impossible!
So now that the blade has broken, what should I do?
This wasn't unprecedented; creators would use vines to extend from the gaps in their bodies, easily changing the blades.
But now, the creators have all been left on the ground, and they have no way to get new blades to replace them.
Wait, is there really no other way?
Numerous images echoed in the mind of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess).
As a living mechanical life form, it does not essentially have an organ like "eyes," but is only able to perceive its surroundings to a certain extent.
For it, the so-called visual nature is different from the traditional sense of vision.
Therefore, its memory is not presented in the form of images, but rather more like a three-dimensional model that can be freely adjusted in terms of viewing angle and timeline.
A strong belief stemming from its self-esteem drove it to examine its not-so-long memories.
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess finally found a few clips, which were scenes of its creators changing its blades.
After watching it several times, it determined that there were two key points to note when changing the blade: first, you need to have a blade, and second, you need to be able to change it.
Although it sounds like utter nonsense, it really can't do these two things right now.
The reason is simple: Machine Spirit cannot Directed Alienation, so they naturally cannot grow vines and blades.
Damn it, it was so close!
The Machine Spirit was filled with indignation at this moment.
It knew perfectly well that the vines and ironwood seedlings that could be used as plug-ins were inside its "belly" (chamber), but it simply couldn't use them.
Must I really go back the way I came, back to the surface, to find my creators?
No, absolutely not!
Even though I am just a mere creation, I still have some pride!
It's no longer that juvenile, whimpering Machine Spirit!
What else is still usable?
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess began to thoroughly examine every corner of its body, leaving no crevice unchecked.
Just as he was about to leave in disappointment, a "book" caught his eye.
The paper was of poor quality, the handwriting was messy, and the Psionic Energy was injected intermittently.
Clearly, their creators didn't put as much effort into creating this book as they did into creating themselves.
However, the text on it did attract the attention of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
The book's cover prominently displayed the title: " 3D Printing Technology and Applications ".
With his ability to sense Psionic Energy and his vision that allowed him to freely adjust his angle of observation, the young Machine Spirit began his first active learning activity in a dark, sweltering, and humid cave dozens of meters deep.
Dozens of meters above the ground, as darkness fell, the players in the wilderness had already lit scattered campfires.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] They distributed some more jerky from the Vine Sheep and Toughhide Ox, and brought it close to the flames to sear it for a while. The heat of the flames reignited the Solidification fat, giving the jerky and meat a glossy sheen.
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] He ate a big bite of meat while it was still hot, and looked at everyone, saying:
"I can't hear anything from underground anymore. Does anyone here have better hearing and can hear anything else?"
Everyone shook their heads, even the players they had only recently met. It seemed no one knew what was going on below.
[ Retreat in the Face of Difficulty ] glanced at the distance and slowly said:
"Based on the speed that the Machine Spirit you mentioned could reach, it should have already arrived at its destination."
"Could it be that something went wrong and they're trapped underground?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], who hadn't spoken for a long time, shook his head and said:
"No, we've done a second upgrade to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess' over the past few days. We've not only reinforced the overall structure but also installed an alarm system."
Several players who were listening in were shocked upon hearing this:
"This world doesn't even have electrical circuits, so where would an alarm system come from?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] pushed up its non-existent glasses and said:
"The absence of electrical circuits is true, but the biopunk aspect is also real. I simply added a mechanical structure that allows the Machine Spirit to actively bring a bunch of speakers close to the Blood Corpse's mouth."
"So it's a biological alarm device?"
One player, whom he had only recently met, clicked his tongue in amazement, while another patted him on the shoulder with a smile:
"What a wonderful biological alarm system! Well, I have one at home too, but I've gotten lazier and lazier these past few years. I sleep during the day and at night, and yet I still have to be fed every day."
On the other side of the campfire, [ Chocolate Ice Cream Scoop ] nudged his real-life sister with his elbow:
Are you sure the Machine Spirit is okay?
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] said:
"Given its current high energy level, there's definitely no problem. I'm just wondering why it's so quiet, considering that guy usually drives us crazy with noise..."
"No!"
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] Suddenly became serious:
"A child who's being quiet must be up to no good!"
She pulled a dried vine appendage from her waist and inserted it into her palm. After quickly activating it, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] muttered a few words to the vine, then pressed her palm to the ground. The vine quickly pushed aside the loose soil and rocks, winding its way deeper into the ground.
Deep underground, in a dark and damp space.
"Clatter."
With a crisp sound, a crooked and twisted blade landed on the floor of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess's cabin.
After a silence of more than ten seconds, the eighty Blood Corpse at the bottom level spoke in unison:
"Rubbish."