Chapter 574
My Empire Chapter 574
2020-11-03
Chapter 574 575 ProstheticsJust as the elf queen was trying to increase Chris' favorability, Chris tried his best to keep his lower body from crossing the line. At that time, in another corner of the empire, on the outskirts of Serris City on extremely expensive land, in a huge factory building, a group of people were gathered around watching something.
Workers in white lab coats cautiously mounted a beautifully carved wooden arm on a machine specially designed to install this type of prosthesis.
"The computer will control the precision of the magic array. After calculation, the extraction precision of spirit strength has reached the design standard, 98%!" man.
The other party was also obviously nervous, watching the arm that belonged to him was getting closer, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.
"This arm has a lot of powerful features that may be better than your original arm - it can provide more lift power, and can be equipped with specific equipment to strengthen and improve some capabilities. ." On the other side, a few magician-looking people were also comforting the first man with a prosthetic limb.
This factory is newly built, and it only took a few days from start to production. This huge factory building was originally built, so it is not suitable to be used as a production factory for "William Puppet Technique".
However, in order to seize the time, everything has been compromised to start production as soon as possible. Therefore, in this huge workshop, many machines that did not need such a large space appear to be too thin.
"You mean, this thing can move exactly like my original arm does according to my thoughts?" The man had asked this question countless times before he came, and he had seen similar things before. Prosthetic limbs, in fact, are not very effective.
He was an Alanhill grenadier and was a battalion commander before he was wounded and retired.
However, in a fierce battle, his arm and abdomen were hit by stray bullets. When he was sent to the hospital, his life was saved because of timely rescue. However, wandering around Gates of Hell also made him lose the arm that was so important to him.
He who lost his arm, of course, had no chance for promotion. In the end, he was symbolically promoted by half a rank. He retired after becoming a deputy team member, and returned home to become a deputy in a furniture factory. factory manager.
Being a disabled person made his life very bad, and although Alanhill rarely had problems with discrimination against soldiers, it still didn't change the fact that he was missing an arm.
Once he also installed a prosthetic arm, but the prosthetic arm was useless, and could not even meet his needs for aesthetics - over time, he also gave up that burden, preferring to leave the sleeve tube empty instead of Stop fantasizing about things returning to the way they were before.
These days until a few days ago, some people from the Alanhill Imperial Family Guards came to his office, they felt that as an old Alanhill Grenadier he met all the requirements for the experiment, so Come to the door and hope that he will participate in an experiment.
Originally he wanted to refuse, but the other party's words made him ignite the desire for life again. At that time, the other party asked him, "Would you like to try and restore the broken arm?"
He said yes, so he came to the factory, sat in this position, and watched The arm that was said to belong to him moved a little closer to his shoulder with the broken arm.
"Mr. Harrell! In a while this machine will take away part of the spirit strength and put it into that special prosthesis...don't be nervous, we've already done an experiment, this This technology is very safe." The old man headed continued to speak comforted.
"Soul extraction completed!" After feeling a sense of drowsiness, the mechanical voice made the sleepy man named Hariel nervous again. He didn't dare to fall asleep, just stared at the arm that was constantly approaching in front of him with infinite tension.
If there is no accident, it will be a part of his body in the future - although it is made of wood, I heard that those wood parts can be replaced at any time.
I heard that it can even be replaced with iron! Just as a kind of dangerous goods, civil prostheses are stipulated to use wood as raw material, and metal is not allowed.
But the military use is different. If you can return to the army and stand on the battlefield again, then this arm can be used as a weapon for killing people.
"ka!" With a slight click, the arm was attached to the shoulder that had been implanted with the prosthetic interface.
Harrel felt a slight pain, but he could endure it—it was nothing compared to breaking an arm.
Suddenly, Harrel seemed to feel something. He looked at the arm stuck on his shoulder in surprise, and miraculously moved.
On the hand engraved with the enchanted array rune, several fingers actually moved on their own. Although it was very irregular and not something normal people could do, it did move!
Unlike those mechanical arms, there is no lag and it is not particularly mechanical. Although it is still unnatural, it still has the kind of rhythm of mechanical movement, but it is really very good.
So, this veteran who had been unhappy since returning from the battlefield, just stared blankly at his new arm, not knowing what to say in a short time.
In fact, he hasn't seen his arm for a long time, and it moves according to his idea. Those prosthetic limbs controlled by computer chips, in most cases, can only do some silly actions such as picking up a cup.
And now, the prosthetic limb in front of me, it really does move! Acting with thought.
It's just because of time, that Harel is not used to it, and he still can't control the arm that has disappeared.
As he thought, the arms that had now begun to respond to his thoughts were doing all kinds of strange movements.
In fact, these movements can't be done with a real arm, such as some joints that can bend in the opposite direction - if there were a real arm that could do that, it would be broken.
"Doctor, doctor...I, what's wrong with my arm?" Harrell looked at his arm, and asked in a trembling tone.
It's been too long since he was so hopeful, and now he sees hope, so he has a raging fighting spirit again.
"Mr. Harrell, you need to adapt to your thinking first, and then stabilize your emotions! We are also in the exploration stage of this latest technology, so we will ask you to sign a non-disclosure agreement and volunteers. Agreement!" The leading old man said with a businesslike appearance.
Harryl hurriedly adjusted his emotions, nodded hard, and then focused his attention on his arms.
The next second, his arm returned to its normal motion pattern, and he thought about exerting force, and the arm that didn't belong to him began to bend slightly.
And on the palm at the end of the arm, the five fingers are also bent a little bit, making the shape of an old tiger claw.
"Very good, Mr. Harrell! Go on." The Chief-In-Charge of a prosthesis company on the other side had an ecstatic expression on his face that he couldn't hide.
"ka!" Suddenly, the palm clenched into a fist, and because of the excessive force, the precise palm even made a crackling sound.
"Damn it! Is there any damage?" The engineer who also heard the crisp sound, frowned looked at the palm carefully and asked nervously.
Harryl also felt that he seemed to be in trouble, he quickly let go of the idea of clenching his fists, and as a result, the palms spread smoothly without the slightest hesitation.
"Are you okay?" Looking at the response speed of the palm, the leading old man looked at the palm in disbelief, and then saw a crack on a part of the palm.
"This should be a transfer structure that replaces the muscles... We have already worked hard to do high strength..." An engineer also saw the problem and said to the old man: "Military grade, this should be Made of the most practical and sturdy special materials, for civilian use, we use ordinary steel."
"Try it with other special materials of the highest level first!" The old man thought about it and made a The decision was made: "Harel is a trustworthy imperial veteran and our first volunteer, don't be too stingy with materials."
"Yes! Chief engineer." The slightly younger engineer nodded, Then I recorded the improvement comments on the form I was holding in my hand.
"You can experiment again and see how much it affects the movement of the palm after that part is broken." The old man stopped looking at his subordinates, but looked towards Hariel and spoke slowly. Sound suggested.
Harryl heard that he didn't need to compensate himself, and he might have to replace it with new parts, so he quickly nodded and tried to control the arm again: "It's the same as my arm! The movements are exactly the same!"
Under Harrell's control, this puppet arm is indeed moving very well, doing some movements that are almost the same as normal movements.
"How does it feel? Do you feel heavy, do you need to adjust it?" The old man asked while observing several monitors connected to his arms with wires and checking the data on them.
"It's a little heavy..." Harrell knew that he should tell the people around him how he felt, which could also help them better adjust the corresponding prosthetic data.
He's not using this thing for the first time, so he's very familiar with similar processes. Hearing Harrell's words, the old man turned his head and signaled to the technicians who adjusted the details such as the arm floating magic array to make fine adjustments. ►
There is a chapter later, after 0:00, you can wait if you want.
(end of this chapter)