The robot takes Victor's purpose to heart, believing that sacrifice and self-sacrifice can make the city greater. Britz joins the other robots on a clean-up mission, always rushing to the front, leading the team into the core of the Pollution Zone to investigate. He bravely cleaned up the most toxic chemically contaminated area, and there was no need to return to the academy to repair it.

Blitz began to devise increasingly bold plans of action for other robots, but felt overwhelmed when some new dangers arose, as their work was limited to cleaning up chemical contamination. One night, he borrowed Victor's Treasure Toolbox and turned on his steam engine. He realigned his mechanics and removed all functional constraints so that he could make a bigger difference in the city.

In the weeks that followed, Britz organized mass evacuations to keep residents out of the toxic fog, redirected food rationing systems to make them much more efficient, and repaired a sophisticated water filtration system that put many residents back to clean water. With each additional act of kindness, Britz has an additional determination of his own goals and a sense of self that no other robot can match.

Victor discovers that something extraordinary has changed in his creation, and wants to replicate Britz's deep cognition and self-preservation in other machines. But Britz never revealed what led to his awakening, and without this crucial information, Victor has never been able to replicate his success.

Blitz walked the streets day and night, refusing to pause or rest as long as someone else might need help. His aid extends not only to humans and stray animals, but even to damaged machines. When a fire caused by a gas leak destroyed the Davoran Clock Tower, he used his huge iron hand to rescue a family of mechanics, as well as the family's black cat – and even a clockwork dancer doll from a children's bedroom on the way.

For the steam robot, even the smallest things mean a lot – within a day, he stops an alchemunk thug's heist, catches an ice fruit that was nearly dropped by a child, and rescues a lost Poro from under an out-of-control pedal wheel and takes him back to his home in a touring circus.

As time passed, Britz learned that some of the people he had helped eventually became seriously ill from exposure to toxic compounds. He couldn't help it, so he was so anxious that he turned to his creator for help. Victor has always wanted to evolve the fragile human body, so he enthusiastically helped. He promised Blitz that they could even defeat death with the progress he made in the field of thaumaturgical magic.

Blitz convinced a gutter family to try Victor's solution, and together with Victor, he seamlessly integrated the mechanism into the human body, thus completely freeing himself from the disease.

At first, the transplant was a success, and the family got back on their feet. But after a few months of healthy living, their bodies began to weaken. Victor and Britz did their best to find a solution, but their efforts only temporarily delayed the inevitable end. It didn't take long for the family to all die.

The defeat left Britz frustrated, and he knew that this way of helping others was not his own. He and his creator parted ways as friends and fellow travelers, and Britz wanted to bring the best difference to the inhabitants of Zaun in his own way.

While some think of Zaun as a chaotic place, full of reckless experimentation and lawless crime, Britz sees only the endless opportunities it brings. He is looking for opportunities to make a difference in Zuan, especially those who have been forgotten or abandoned by society. Lubricated with hope, Blitz is confident that Zaun will develop into the greatest city in the history of Valoran.

Read the story of the steam robot

In front of me was the huge, round belly of the Screaming Lift, filled with countless gears and precision wrought iron structures. Some say the "scream" in its name is due to the howling of a lone wolf statue cast iron at the top of the Hexpress, while others swear that a black-veiled waiter haunts the cabin, and that his wails shake the metal core of the machine whenever he moves away from Zaun and his lover as the elevator moves away. Most of Mrs. Piltworth disagreed, concluding from the sound that the name was nothing more than a reference to the cold winds blowing in the Great Rift Valley below the city.

But for me, the screamer is not a separate sound. It is a harmonious symphony of noise, a melody mixed with thousands of different sounds. So I'm always drawn to this machine.

The cabin of the elevator has many levels, and the main support structure is three longitudinal rails, perpendicular to the ground and equal to the surface, and now it descends to the dance step corridor station, gradually slowing down, and finally stopping completely.

"It's time to arrive, dance hallway!" the Administrator said loudly, a bell-shaped horn amplifying her voice. She adjusted her thick goggles for a moment, then said, "Ahead to the station, the border market, the thaumaturgical magic academy, the plant cultivation center." ”

Passengers began to pour out of the lift. Then dozens of people walked into the elevator and scattered throughout the cabin: merchants who went to the Zu'an night market to set up stalls, workers who went home from work to sleep, and wealthy Zu'an people who went to the glass dome cultivation tower to admire the night flowers. A few other stowaways are also taking the screaming elevator home. I saw them hurrying into the lift: plague rats, shadow rabbits, beetles.

Sometimes I go from the tunnel to the gutter area, but tonight I really want to hear the harmonious noise played by the lift.

I didn't go through the door into the cabin, but hung it on the outside, my hands firmly grasping the iron rod at the bottom, and beneath the iron rod was a glass frame made of ribbed steel. I lay firmly on the screamer, my metal body clanging and drawing the eyes of many passengers, and the administrator's face was full of disgust. My recognition of facial expressions is improving every day.

Most of the passengers were in the cabin, away from the cold outside, but in the spacious space outside, I could hear more clearly the sound of the lift's mechanical parts snapping into each other, and the soft sound of steam release, which accompanied us deeper into the interior of Zaun. And then again, I couldn't get through most of the doors.