“Looking for a shortcut, are we?” the pixel-man squeaked. Misha blinked. “Are you... a chatbot?”
“I’m an apprentice blacksmith from the year 1240,” the man said, wiping soot off his digital brow. “I don't have 'online answers,' but I have a heavy hammer and a very sore back. If you want to know about my lifestyle, stop clicking and start listening.” “Looking for a shortcut, are we
“Misha, this is remarkably detailed. It’s as if you actually spent time in a 13th-century workshop.” “Looking for a shortcut
“Looking for a shortcut, are we?” the pixel-man squeaked. Misha blinked. “Are you... a chatbot?”
“I’m an apprentice blacksmith from the year 1240,” the man said, wiping soot off his digital brow. “I don't have 'online answers,' but I have a heavy hammer and a very sore back. If you want to know about my lifestyle, stop clicking and start listening.”
“Misha, this is remarkably detailed. It’s as if you actually spent time in a 13th-century workshop.”