《Machinarium》Chapter 4: [First defenses]
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[Warning, user has 1 construct slot left.]
"Wait, WHAT? What's a construct slot???"
[A construct slot determines how many constructs you can have without an external power source. You can obtain more construct slots by leveling up, or destroying a construct.]
"Oh, come on. This just keeps getting weirder and weirder!"
"This is going to be a hard time surviving."
'If I cant make more than 2 constructs, then I might as well make my second one worth it.'
"By the way, what should I call you?"
[You may call me, ....... ISAP, Or Integrated system assistance protocol. My main use is to assist you, the user, in this foreign world.]
"Alright, ISAP, open the construct creator!"
Once more, a giant blue screen opened infront of me displaying everything needed to assemble a construct.
"Hmm, ISAP, If I make a ranged construct, would I have to also make ammo?"
[If the construct is in your dungeon territory, it can regain ammo slowly. Approximately 1 arrow/bullet every 5 minutes. As it levels up, this time reduces. If you bring the head of a construct back into your territory, it will also regenerate fully in 1 and a half days.]
"ISAP, open the part creator screen also."
Another blue screen opened, this time with part components.
"If i'm going to make a defense construct, it should be a ranged one."
I take multiple components from the component list: A bow, Retraction mechanism, and a big quiver, and combine them into a giant automated bow.
Then, I press the "Save" button, and it disappears from the part maker, and appears in the construct creator.
I then create a construct similar to my first construct, Except I attach the bow to it.
"I shall name this, Bowshot."
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[User has a very bad naming sense.]
"Ok ok I get it! I'm bad at naming, So what?"
[Saved construct as "Bowshot"]
I press the "summon" button once more, and the dirt and stone around me begins to twist and bend into a slightly bigger version of my first construct. Some roots then pull themself
out of the ground and shape into the bow portion of the construct, and attach itself to the construct.
"Bowshot #1, Awaken. Protect me with your life!"
The bowshot construct's motor begins to whir, and stabilizes at a slightly higher pitch than the unarmed construct.
Then the bowshot construct's eyes begin to glowfaintly blue as it stands up and assumes a firing position, ready to shoot at any who dare try to harm me.
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