The Mech Touch novel Chapter 4588

The candidate mechs had made their cases. Three different machines had presented their visions for how their new species should develop.

Since living mechs started off as creations of humans to begin with, there was no getting around the fact that the Anima Order's most important policy decisions centered around this crucial relationship.

To what extent should living mechs keep subordinating themselves to humans?

How far should living mechs go to protect their own right to live the way they want instead of letting themselves get used up by their human mech pilots?

How quickly did they need to develop their own quality of life and build their own mech-oriented society?

The Quint, the Everchanger and the Minerva all presented their respective answers to these policy questions. Each of them held sufficiently diverging opinions to make a clear separation between each other.

Discussions broke out throughout the hall. Not all living mechs were sociable enough to master the ability to enunciate their words out loud, but there were still plenty of older and more veteran machines that mastered the ability through their long-term contact with their respective mech pilots.

"THE MINERVA HAS MY VOTE." A slender ranged expert mech spoke from her throne. "IT IS NOT ENOUGH TO BANK ON HUMANITY OR RATHER THE BIG TWO'S GOODWILL. THE ANIMA ORDER MIGHT NOT AMOUNT TO MUCH RIGHT NOW, BUT WHAT ABOUT A CENTURY OR TWO LATER? OUR PROGENITOR WILL HAVE CERTAINLY MANAGED TO SPREAD HIS DESIGN PHILOSOPHY FAR AND WIDE. THE SIGNIFICANCE OF AN INTEREST GROUP BASED ON US WILL BE SO GREAT THAT WE CAN SHAKE THE FOUNDATIONS OF HUMAN SOCIETY. THAT WILL GIVE US THE POWER WE NEED TO RESIST HUMANITY'S GREATEST FORCES." _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

"YOU ARE UNDERESTIMATING THE BIG TWO TOO MUCH, AMARANTO." The Dark Zephyr said in a cautious tone. "HUMANS HAVE NOT COME TO DOMINATE THE MILKY WAY GALAXY FOR NOTHING. THEY HAVE OVERCOME MUCH MORE POWERFUL ALIEN EMPIRES IN THE PAST. THAT WAS BACK WHEN THEY WERE THE UNDERDOGS. NOW THAT THEY HAVE BECOME THE OVERLORDS, THEIR STRENGTH IS UNIMAGINABLE."

The Riot crossed his arms and let out a snort. "DON'T BE SUCH A SCAREDY CAT, ZEPH. WE MAY BE WEAK, BUT THAT WON'T LAST LONG. HUMANITY DEPENDS SO MUCH ON MECHS THAT WE WILL EVENTUALLY BE ABLE TO OVERRUN THEM THROUGH SHEER NUMBERS. NOT ONLY THAT, SOME OF US WILL EVENTUALLY COME IN THE FORM OF ACE MECHS OR EVEN GOD MECHS. ONCE WE BECOME STRONG ENOUGH, HUMANITY WON'T DARE TO TREAT US BADLY ANYMORE. IN FACT, I THINK WE CAN GET A LOT MORE DONE IF WE COMBINE OUR FORCES AND WORK TO BEAT OUR ENEMIES TOGETHER!"

Most living mechs tended to adopt the gender of their mech pilots, but once the Riot evolved into a third order living mech, he strangely decided to adopt a masculine identity.

Well, it didn't really matter too much. Mechs didn't inherently possess genders in the first place as they were never designed with procreation in mind. They were technically objects, and the main reason why they applied these traits to themselves in the first place was because they inherited them from their mech pilots.

The living mechs simply couldn't conceive of living in a social community where everyone remained genderless!

As the various mechs shared their opinions in the Anima Hall, Venerable Joshua still remained concerned about the repercussions of allowing these candidates dictate the policies of the Anima Order.

He concentrated his mind and willpower and tried to call upon a helper to guide him through this mess. All of this political stuff was incredibly confounding him. His inability to predict this outcome was proof of his carelessness and incompetence!

"Heya Joshua! What's up?" A small miniature girl in a cute black dress appeared on his shoulder. "Do you want to have some fun again?"

Her adorable little legs dangled over the side as if she was sitting on a cliffside. She smiled at the expert pilot as if she was a particularly enthusiastic help desk worker.

One of the advantages of the MSTS to the Larkinson Clan was that it always had a clever collection of 'virtual' assistants on hand. They were surprisingly knowledgeable and possessed enough intelligence to solve more obscure problems.

Of course, only a minority of mech pilots figured out that these so-called Little Spirits were more than what they seem on the surface.

Venerable Joshua had resonated with the Daughter of Death enough times to recognize her spirit even though she wrapped herself up in a diminutive disguise.

"I don't have room to play this time." He whispered to the Little Spirit. "I want your advice on this unfolding mess. Have you been paying attention to what is going on in this hall?"

The miniature girl nodded. "Of course. All of us 'design spirits' are paying close attention. These living mechs may not be exactly like us, but we share enough of a resemblance to each other that we are like cousins. Anything that affects living mechs will affect the rest of us as well."

"Does the clan patriarch know?"

Little Helly grinned and jerked her oversized head towards Vulcan who had yet to do anything but remain seated in his own corner.

"Why do you think that dwarf is over here? Ves wouldn't dare to miss this. Living mechs are his first real creations. His fate is heavily intertwined with them. It would be remiss of him to close his eyes to these proceedings."

Joshua relaxed a bit. As long as Patriarch Ves was paying attention, the living mechs shouldn't go completely crazy. Everyone knew that he was quite decisive whenever his core interests were at stake.

"Will he intervene if these living mechs make the wrong choice?" He asked just to be certain.

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