EMIYAman
I BONE OF THE SWORD
The construct listened to the abrasive man calmly. He looked to the nearby well which was the subject of their argument. Noting the design and pulley system. Behind his crimson orbs his mind was quick at work. Analyzing the rusted structure and coming up with solutions. His archives were independent from his memory, as small as it was. A vast store of information some comprehendible some not and more still sealed from his view. Containing all sorts of knowledge from the sciences. From metallurgy, to physics, and chemistry. So long as it aided in creation it was somewhere within his core. Within a fraction of a second he already had an assortment of potential solutions.
At the behest of the smith he ceased his examination for a moment and turned to the old man. "While your trust for the machine which has aided you so is admirable. No mechanism may be eternally shielded from malfunction and entropy. As it stands this water extraction device will not function in its current state." He delivered a frank response based on the condition of the well. Before the smith could continue his rant to the optimistic if somewhat naïve man, he then spoke to him. "However, your assessment that the device is unsalvageable was too quick a judgement." He went up to the well pointing to the rusted gears and chains. "While the oxidation upon these components is extensive the overall structure is undamaged and retains its core functionalities. The non mechanical portions may need to be replaced, but possibly naught else." It may be that his evaluation was wrong somewhere there may be a defect deeper within the system he was unaware of. He raised himself from his position turning to the two of them. Uttering words which he spoke profoundly. "Metal endures longer than the flesh of men. Those that tend to metal must labour long to learn its ways, and thus is understanding attained. With which one may find the path to Comprehension." He then speaks a familiar phrase he had said once before with the tenor of a sage. "And Comprehension is the key to all things." A weight which had settled over his being left him as he once again took on a more casual and impassive countenance. "Do you have any vinegar?" For now he would try the simplest answer first.
At the behest of the smith he ceased his examination for a moment and turned to the old man. "While your trust for the machine which has aided you so is admirable. No mechanism may be eternally shielded from malfunction and entropy. As it stands this water extraction device will not function in its current state." He delivered a frank response based on the condition of the well. Before the smith could continue his rant to the optimistic if somewhat naïve man, he then spoke to him. "However, your assessment that the device is unsalvageable was too quick a judgement." He went up to the well pointing to the rusted gears and chains. "While the oxidation upon these components is extensive the overall structure is undamaged and retains its core functionalities. The non mechanical portions may need to be replaced, but possibly naught else." It may be that his evaluation was wrong somewhere there may be a defect deeper within the system he was unaware of. He raised himself from his position turning to the two of them. Uttering words which he spoke profoundly. "Metal endures longer than the flesh of men. Those that tend to metal must labour long to learn its ways, and thus is understanding attained. With which one may find the path to Comprehension." He then speaks a familiar phrase he had said once before with the tenor of a sage. "And Comprehension is the key to all things." A weight which had settled over his being left him as he once again took on a more casual and impassive countenance. "Do you have any vinegar?" For now he would try the simplest answer first.