"What?!"
"Did you just say a single engineer crafted 30 pistols in one hour?"
"Yes Manager, I swear in the name of the Director-Prime!"
Hearing that, the manager's eyelids twitched. Swearing in the name of the Director-Prime was all he needed to know that his subordinate was not lying to him.
But still, 30 pistols in one hour by a single engineer?
That was impossible!
This manager was an obese Synth.
His mechanical skin was smooth and rosy, his metallic cheeks round and symmetrical like a work of art, while he had a big protruding mechanical belly that pushed against his velvet black suit.
He had full blonde hair.
At this moment, he shook as his gray eyes gleamed in excitement. "He's definitely an Ascended, a Mechanist!"
"A what?" The A.I Construct asked innocently.
"You don't know". The manager waved his hand impatiently.
