The first time Rorschach saw it, his immediate reaction was, 'False advertising!'
'It's fake. It has to be fake.' After all, in his past life, deploying an AI with intelligence comparable to a Tower Spirit required computing power that far exceeded the limits of any personal computer. How could mere mechanical computation possibly compete with semiconductors? The number of transistors was in the hundreds of millions! And while the abandoned prototype Rorschach and the others had seen was admittedly the size of a building, its computing power was probably on par with a calculator from his previous world.
Even the most beleaguered engineering student from his past life would puff out their chest with pride when speaking of humanity's crowning achievement—the microchip—or the glory of their profession, the computer.
Rorschach wanted to put down the manuscript, but he hesitated. This world clearly had Magic, and there was a ready-made example: the Tower Spirit.
