Chapter 88 - Mystery Golem
*(Note: Back to our favorite millennia-old human's POV)
"Truly, this aircraft is a mystery."
Kneeling in the plaza of the artificial island, I muttered to myself as I watched a video of an "entirely blue rounded body combat golem" become mass-produced by Old Earth's Army.
*(Note: "Old Earth" referring to "Old Humanity." Also, added "video of" because it made more sense that way.)
(The technology used in the core of this machine has not yet been fully analyzed. Old Humanity only succeeded in mass-producing it by copying the core mechanism completely.
…Well, it's the same for New Humanity's Army…
I sometimes try to analyze the mysterious technology used in this aircraft.
However, the closer I get to the core technology, the deeper the mystery becomes.
I can only say that the technology used in the core is different than the technology used for its surrounding systems.
To put it another way, there are layers of different technical systems, just like the annual rings on a tree.)
I continue my thoughts as I touch the battle robot.
(This is my prediction…
I think that this machine was probably mass-produced by some military long before Old Humanity rampaged in space.
It was not the kind of small army that existed on a frontier.
Yes… it was probably mass-produced by a powerful army that boasted universe-dominating strength.
It would take a force of that magnitude to mass produce this machine.
The materials and energy required, the vast assets and technology for mass production…
To mass produce this machine while maintaining the necessary materials and energy… mass producing it would require the control of at least several galaxies.
In a sense, this machine could be considered "a machine that only the rulers of the universe could possess."
In a sense, this golem is "an aircraft that only the rulers of the universe are allowed to possess.
Each successive "rulers of the universe" must've mass produced it.
As a result, technical systems were added like annual rings.
At present, the New Earth Army has also slightly modified this aircraft, adding their own "ring" of "magic technology" at its core.)
When I think that far, I look up at the sky and gaze at the edge of the universe.
At the edge of the universe, the new battle golem mass-produced by the New Earth Army is on a rampage against the United Planet Fleet.
One after another, the new battle golems sink United Planets warships and conquer stars.
(It would be quite difficult to destroy the golems with the technology of the United Planets' forces.
The golem acquired by the New Earthen Army was originally used by the United Federation of Planets in a revolution and was only a heavily damaged golem.
*(Note: "Civil War" changed to "revolution." Thought it made more sense for the Federation to rebel against Earth rather than internally fight.)
Over the years, the golem self-repaired, but only a fraction of its original power remained.
Such an aircraft could be destroyed even with the technology of the New Earthen Army.
The cost of acquiring the aircraft was the loss of a manned fleet and a planet.
It was only at the end of the Federation's Revolution that even the Old Earth Army had the power to destroy the aircraft in perfect condition.
Until then, this aircraft had reigned as the "god of war."
…From now on, the New Earthen Army will continue to expand its power.
No one will be able to stop it.
The stars will be conquered, and people will suffer.
Earth will control everything, and all possessions will be taken from them…
…but New Humanity will also lose something.
All New Human's lives will be managed by artificial fairies that resemble artificial intelligence.
All New Humans must devote their lives to the New Earth Army.
The bottom of New Humanity, the middle-class of New Humanity, the elites of New Humanity…
All of them will be controlled by a huge system called "global society" and will be unable to move.
Oh, it's just the beginning.
The age of darkness, when the vindictiveness of hatred and suffering will fill the universe, is just about to begin.
No one will be happy.
No one will be free.
All peoples will be equally dominated, oppressed, and trampled.
An era will begin in which people will have no choice but to continue on a thorny path of suffering, agony, and vomiting blood.)
Thinking that much, I muttered to myself.
"…Ah… in this world… hell was born…
And people continue to shine in that hell…"
I murmured… and smiled.
Like a goddess, I smiled, and began to clap a small, crackling applause for the dawn of a new era.
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