Since Nora Scott nodded, Mr. Carter and the others had no objection to one more viewer.
Clent Winter was extrely excited, specifically asked for his private phone, found what he thought was the best spot, and nervously and expectantly recorded a video of the chanical Puppet.
...
The chanical Puppet was placed in position.
Everyone held their breath in anticipation.
Mr. Carter stood behind the puppet, lightly tapped its back of the head three tis, causing a wooden block to automatically open, revealing the spring inside.
He extended his hand, winding up the spring, circle after circle, the slight sound of the spring winding echoed in the quiet room, gradually tightening the nerves of those present.
No one knew how long it turned, but the spring finally reached its limit. Mr. Carter, feeling tense, exhaled slowly, then released his hand.
At that mont, everyone present seed to hear the sound of the internal chanisms at work.
In the next ten seconds, every pair of eyes saw the operation of the chanical Puppet.
It raised its right arm, made a gesture of raising a cup, then retracted, brought it to its lips, tilted its head to drink, then clasped its hands, returning to its original state.
It was like a robot performing according to a programd routine.
"This——"
Clent Winter, behind the phone, was dumbfounded.
Katherine Collins, Henry Chapman, and the photographer, all seeing it for the first ti, involuntarily took a sharp breath.
However, it wasn’t over yet——
Suddenly, the puppet’s eyes rolled, its obsidian eyes, under the refraction of light, seed to hold a hint of a smile. But, the left hand suddenly popped open sothing, a glint of light reflecting, piercing the eye, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a knife popped out, with its movent extending forward, making a stabbing gesture.
At that mont, the smile in its eyes beca sowhat eerie.
After this, it completely returned to its original state.
"...."
The room was silent.
During the second set of movents just now, Clent Winter’s hand trembled, almost dropping his phone.
?
Is this really not operated by so program?
Simply incredible.
Clent Winter felt ashad of his mother’s title as the "Luban of the present."
A long ti passed.
Katherine Collins, with slightly reddened eyes, inhaled sharply, tilted her head towards Mr. Carter and asked, "Did it tell a story of an assassin disguised to propose a toast, but actually there to assassinate?"
"Yes."
Mr. Carter nodded.
"That was amazing."
Katherine Collins, cupping her face, relived those few seconds, unable to contain her excitent.
What kind of marvelous chanical Techniques is this!
It simply opened the doors to her New World!
"Black technology."
Henry Chapman pulled his hood down a bit, muttering lightly.
Using current technology to accomplish this set of movents is not surprising.
But——
Achieving such smooth and complete movents purely through spring-driven chanisms and operations... one wonders what kind of monster made this thing.
"How was it?"
Nora Scott walked over, asking Katherine Collins and the others.
"Astonishing," Katherine Collins, sowhat excited, took Nora’s arm, "how can such advanced technology exist, could they really make robots in ancient tis? I always thought Leonard Zhuge’s wooden ox and Estela’s stone-grinding wooden man were legends."
With eyelids slightly lowered, Nora Scott calmly said, "Things that are lost can’t be verified."
Too much culture and technology have been lost in the long river of history.
The few remaining records carry no evidence, and only depend on whether later generations believe them or not.
"But this——"
"It might not necessarily be passed down, it could be an improved version, or it might be newly developed techniques." Nora Scott spoke slowly.
When she was young, Nora asked Antonio Easton several tis about the chanical Techniques passed down in their family, asking if it had any connection with the Morton Family, Gongshu Residence, or Leonard Zhuge, to which Antonio Easton said he didn’t know.
The ti gap is too wide, this kind of thing is unclear.
But Antonio Easton said, the thing with inheritance is that it can’t stay the sa; so will decline, so will improve, so will develop new branches, so after a thousand years, whatever remains is vastly different from what it once was.
When making the chanical Puppet, Nora had never actually seen or made one herself; she simply had an idea and discussed its feasibility with Antonio Easton.
When she started crafting it, it was rely an untried theoretical blueprint, not until it was truly made did she realize——
Oh, it actually works.
"This is amazing, do we really not know who made it?"
Clent Winter asked Mr. Carter, visibly excited, after sending the short video to his mother.
Mr. Carter looked a bit troubled, "Really don’t know."
"Alright then."
Clent Winter seed to have heard so rumors, looked a little disappointed, but didn’t pursue the matter further.
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