Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 97 Andy the Sage's Dorazor

Chapter 97 Andy the Sage's Dorazor

The underground core industrial area of ​​Horisonburg is hot and crowded.

Andy stood in front of the newly laid assembly platform, looking at the robotic arm that was only half-assembled, and felt worried.

This robotic arm is used to assemble the chest armor plates of the "Vanguard" power armor, and it has extremely high requirements for sensitivity and load-bearing capacity.

According to the standard process flow provided by STC, this joint position must use a high-viscosity vacuum damping grease with the code "Z-40".

This type of grease can maintain an extremely stable damping feel under high load operation, preventing the robotic arm from shaking.

That's the problem.

Andy didn't have that kind of oil.

Although he has a "material molecular reconstruction instrument" that can turn scrap iron into high-purity alloys and plastic into carbon fiber.

But even with its impressive reconstruction apparatus, it can't directly synthesize such a complex mixture of organic compounds!

To produce this kind of oil, Andy would first need to build a chemical plant, then a petroleum distillation tower, and then adjust the formula.

If Andy really wanted to build it, he definitely could.

but----

Would you really open a chemical production line just for this little bit of oil?

What kind of interstellar joke is this??

But the reality is that industry is a huge and redundant system. In this system, sometimes what's holding you back isn't some core chip or some reactor technology.

Instead, it could be a screw of a special specification, a tube of a specific type of glue, or, as it is now, a can of unremarkable lubricating oil.

This is why the supply chain is so important.

Without a supply chain, even if you have the most amazing blueprints in the entire universe, you can only stare blankly at a pile of parts.

It's theoretically possible to be stumped by a barrel of oil when you have cutting-edge technology from the golden age, especially when the supporting facilities are incomplete and the farming business is just starting out.

We need to find a shortcut —

"Zor".

Andy turned his head and looked at Father Zor, who was squatting next to him adjusting the servo skull.

Do you have any damping oil that doesn't evaporate in a vacuum and can withstand high temperatures?

Andy didn't have high hopes either, after all, such special supplies were scarce even in Zhongchao.

Zor paused for a moment, the electronic prosthetic eye swirling around twice, seemingly searching his database.

"You mean the Z-series vacuum grease?"

Zor stood up and dusted off his robe.

"have."

"How many?" Andy asked.

"Three standard containers, approximately fifteen tons."

Zor answered casually.

"Those were some inventory that the Helios Group wanted but I didn't sell to them. I thought they might be useful in the future, so I kept them."

."

Fifteen tons, my foot!

Andy looked at Zor and suddenly found the half-mechanical old man kind of cute!

"Have them brought over, bring them all over."

The problem is solved.

The robotic arm was quickly coated with a thick layer of grease, making it run as smoothly as silk.

But this is just the beginning.

Over the next few days, Andy truly experienced what it means to have an elder in the family.

Andy: "Zor, I need a high-precision grating ruler to calibrate the laser cutter."

Zor: "Yes! There are two boxes in the warehouse. They were salvaged from old equipment discarded by Upper Nest, and I refurbished them."

Andy: "Zor, do you have any of those sealing rings that can withstand strong acid corrosion? The rubber factory isn't even finished yet."

Zor: "Yes! Five thousand of them, made of fluororubber. Is that enough?"

Andy: "Zor, I need a binary protocol converter interface manufactured in M36 —"

Zor: "Yes! It's in the bottom left corner of container C, in the third box. Have someone go get it."

Have!

Have!

Have!

That's outrageous.

The shuttles Father Zor brought out from the Nest consisted of nothing but core components and industrial mother machines. The rest were industrial consumables and middleware that would be considered junk by ordinary people, but were treasures by engineers.

After talking with Zor, Andy realized that this was actually another example of the internal culture of the Mechanicus.

A significant number of tech enthusiasts believe that every creation of the Machine God is sacred. Even a screw, as long as it is still usable, should never be thrown away. Throwing it away would be blasphemy and a waste of the Machine God's blessings.

So over the long years, they carried all the industrial products they saw into their nests like hamsters.

Regardless of whether this thing is useful now or whether it has been out of production for 10,000 years.

I'll just save it for now, in case I need it someday.

This habit seems bizarre under normal circumstances, as it crams the warehouse so full that there's barely any room to step.

But in this era of supply chain disruptions and wasteland reconstruction, where everything is in ruins, we are facing a crisis.

Andy could only say, "This is way too much, way too much!"

Legend has it that Robert Guilliman, the Primarch who wore blue power armor and wielded the Emperor's Sword, was accompanied by a great sage named Belisarius Caul.

Grandpa Blue was short of troops, so Doraemon pulled out a bunch of Proto-Forged Space Marines for him.

Grandpa Blue was short of guns, so Doraemon pulled out a batch of new bolt-action rifles for him.

Grandpa Blue was short of ships, so Doraemon pulled out a fleet of mechanical arks for him—something he hadn't done before.

In short, Andy felt that he was also enjoying Primarch-level treatment.

Although what Zor pulled out wasn't as high-end as Kaul's, and would be laughed at if he actually showed it off, for the current state of deep space industry, these things were more useful than any divine equipment.

With the support of Zor, this human warehouse, the construction speed of Horisonburg took off.

on the ground.

The once empty industrial square has now been turned into a huge construction site.

"Up—down!"

Several heavy-duty engineering drones lifted prefabricated concrete slabs and precisely assembled them together.

The standardized employee dormitory buildings have been fully restored.

The design is utterly devoid of any aesthetic appeal, resembling a square matchbox, and the exterior walls are unpainted, exposing the gray cement.

But it is sturdy, warm, and has its own complete water circulation system.

For workers who were used to living in makeshift shacks and sleeping in workshops filled with the smell of engine oil, this place was practically a five-star hotel.

Next to the dormitory building, rows of modular storage centers store finished products that are continuously transported up from the underground production lines.

The entire base exudes an extremely vibrant vitality.

However, Andy shouldn't be too happy yet.

While production capacity has increased, this has also exposed a new hidden danger—the fragility of the supply chain.

Andy's current happiness is largely due to Father Zor's "treasure trove" of resources, which are becoming increasingly scarce.

Once Zor runs out of stock, and Andy hasn't successfully unlocked the corresponding chemical and materials science technologies, some seemingly invincible production lines might suddenly stop due to a lack of certain components.

This is why achieving complete self-sufficiency in the wasteland is harder than climbing to heaven.

Of course, it's already incredibly impressive that Andy has achieved what he has in less than a month.

Even so, if someone were to look down on Horisonburg from high above...

You'll find that the area currently controlled by Deep Space Industries is just the tip of the iceberg of this magnificent historical city.

Horisonburg is too big.

This colonial outpost city, established during the Golden Age, was designed to accommodate at least five million people.

And Andy currently has less than seven hundred people under his command.

Seven hundred people scattered into this city are like a handful of sand thrown into the ocean; they don't even make a ripple.

Apart from a small area in the core industrial zone that was lit up, more than 95% of the surrounding urban area remained shrouded in deathly darkness.

The towering skyscrapers, the expansive Central Park, and the seemingly bottomless underground transportation network remain uncharted territories.

Andy wasn't in a hurry to expand.

Don't bite off more than you can chew!

On this dangerous wasteland planet, blindly expanding defenses will only disperse forces and give lurking predators an opportunity to strike.

He chose to proceed cautiously, first building the walls around the core area and setting up the turrets.

Let's manage this small plot of land well first, then we can consider exploring the map.

Gamma-9.

Andy stood on the newly repaired watchtower and pressed the communicator button.

"Call all the exploration teams that have been sent out back."

"what?"

A questioning voice came from the other end of the communication.

"My lord, we have just discovered a batch of well-preserved vending machines in an abandoned trading center, which may contain beverages from the Dark Ages of technology."

"Aren't you someone who drinks engine oil? Why would you care about beverages?"

Andy interrupted him: "Father Zor opened another new container with two tons of compressed nutrient blocks and five hundred sets of individual self-heating rations. It's much better than your few bottles of drinks that expired thousands of years ago."

"We are currently short-staffed on the production line, and we need to expand production capacity soon, so we have to bring back all the available people."

"Yes, sir!"

Gamma-9 immediately carried out the order.

Before long, more than a dozen SUVs and motorcycles drove back from all corners of the city, kicking up a trail of dust.

Although the workers were a little disappointed that they couldn't continue their "blind box" exploration activities, they all ran faster than anyone else when they heard that the canteen would have extra food tonight, including canned meat contributed by Father Zor.

Seeing another batch of new products roll off the production line and be transported into the warehouse, Andy felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Andy's previous military base was thriving, and that he even built drones and heavy artillery.

But to be honest, that so-called "military base" is at best a large, heavily guarded illegal workshop.

At that time, Andy was basically still in the "handmade" stage. Even with the assistance of STC, it was essentially a small workshop-style meticulous operation. Production capacity was supported by just a few pitiful core devices. Otherwise, why would it be able to replenish production capacity all over the world?

But now, the nature of the situation has changed.

This underground L-shaped industrial park in Horisonburg is Andy's first truly comprehensive and well-planned industrial park.

What does this mean?

This means that as long as there is a sufficient supply of raw materials, production capacity will no longer be linear, but will explode exponentially!

This is the joy of farming!

If things continue at this pace, it won't be long before the scale of the deep space industry park grows rapidly.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if there were a few more Doraemons like Zoro who brought their own food to join them.