At this moment, Howard Lee was staring blankly at the shocking scene before him.
He saw 96 Machinery Race Slaves, constantly screaming as they free-fell from a kilometer altitude towards the ground.
Then, just before crashing into the ground, they would instantly disappear, reappearing again a kilometer high in the sky.
The entire scene had a strong, eerie vibe to it.
Looking up at the scene, Howard Lee's neck felt a little sore. This image, no matter how he looked at it, had an unscientific air to it.
"How's that?"
Scar Dog clapped his hands with satisfaction and grinned, "Who says there isn't a perpetual motion machine in this world? If this isn't a perpetual motion machine, what is it?"
"It's a pity we're not on Blue Star; I could have won a Nobel Prize just for this design."