Frankly speaking, when Yin Ta said she wanted a "body", Ye Ming was stunned for a few seconds.
His mind was filled with images of Alita and the widowed sister in their super bodies.
//"Alita: Battle Angel" and "Super Body"
But when he saw Yin Ta's design for her body rising in his mind, he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved...
Although the body Yin Ta designed for himself conforms to the mechanical structure of human beings walking upright on two legs, it does not have a good-looking skin at all.
In short, she seems to be unaware of human aesthetics.
"I checked various structural designs of bipedal robots and found that none of them worked."
"Your design is particularly bad!"
Ye Ming couldn't laugh or cry.
——The Brain-Computer Center has been designing a bipedal bionic robot for more than half a year, in order to prepare for the development of "stand-in armor" in the future.
As soon as you hear bionics, you know that this thing must be based on the structure of the human body. How can it satisfy the aesthetics of mechanical design?
Yin Ta's voice was full of interest: "I can design a mechanical structure that fits the human model. It will match the perfect mechanical scheme and control scheme, and the structure will also comply with the golden ratio - do humans particularly like this? "
"……yes."
"Then it's decided, although I think six legs are much better than two legs."
"..."
Hearing this, Ye Ming couldn't bear it.
He understood.
Poor child, because she has no human concept of aesthetics, all her thinking is based on data... Therefore, she subconsciously feels that the optimal solution that conforms to each formula is the most beautiful.
From the perspective of mechanical life... this seems to be correct.
"Okay, you do the design first, and then make a list of materials when you're done - don't show off your computing power!" However, Ye Ming's warning was still a little late.
Because the next second Yinta told her that the material list was completed.
"Well, it seems that you really need to be tortured by reality to understand the meaning of the truth of 'What you see on paper will eventually become shallow.'" Ye Ming couldn't bear to discourage her enthusiasm and just sighed.
Yin Ta's voice was unconvincing: "I don't think reality torture still holds true here - if you mean various accidents."
"Well, good. Fly back first, and you have to add a robotic arm to the drone. You also have to try to control the machine tool."
It took another two days for Ye Ming to install his old robotic arm on the chassis of the drone, and matched it with another simple three-axis small robotic arm, so that Yin Ta could achieve various combined operations, such as opening and closing windows. Windows etc.
However, Yin Ta said that none of these would work, and it would be best to use automatic sensors.
"Well, whatever you want, you can order whatever you need - pay attention to the frequency of capturing data packets, and don't let the website identify you as a crawler."
"no problem!"
…
As the weather gradually gets colder, the time has entered December.
The construction site next door to the Brain Computer Center, which has been surrounded for a month and a half, finally officially broke ground.
In the design, two main buildings will be built here, one is the Brain Research Center Building and the other is the Quantum Computer Center.
When the construction site broke ground, the construction noise was so essential that a special room was built at the research center to provide sound insulation and serve as a temporary meeting room for the research team.
As for the usual experiments and data analysis work...
Let's put it this way, many people in the research center have developed the habit of reversing day and night. They work at night when the construction site is not working, and sleep with earplugs during the day.
In this environment, even if the machine tools on the first floor scream every day, not many people would care.
Mid-December.
A black BYD Han passed through the narrow passageway crowded by the construction site fence and stopped at the gate of the research center.
Then, with a smile on his face, Professor Tang pushed open the driver's door, took out Xiao Qiao's folding wheelchair from the trunk and opened it.
At this time, the back seat door opened, and his wife supported a thin young man and slowly moved out at a snail's pace.
Professor Tang pushed the wheelchair to the young man's side. He did not help but looked at the young man with encouragement.
"Dad, can you respect the disabled?"
Unexpectedly, the young man raised his head and was very dissatisfied: "Help me!"
Tang Zhigao was startled, and then he looked at each other and smiled.
The couple helped their son up together and put him in the wheelchair.
Not far away, a group of young people headed by Ye Ming poured out of the building.
…
"Ye Ming, thank you."
"Sister Mogu, thank you."
"Senior Brother Sheng Fei, thank you."
After being carried to the third floor by everyone, Tang Haowen looked at everyone, called their names one by one, and thanked them seriously.
Professor Tang and his wife stood behind their son. They did not express their gratitude, but just looked at everyone with a smile.
After all, he came here today not as the director of the Brain Computer Center, but as Tang Haowen's father.
My son underwent surgery a month ago, and his current recovery is not "perfect" - after all, he has lost control of his body for more than two years and needs to be "trained" again to regain his feeling.
But more importantly than these, his son has regained his confidence and enthusiasm for life.
This time, my son wants to come to the Brain Computer Center to thank Ye Ming and others in person, and then cooperate with him in conducting experiments. His wife does not support it, but Professor Tang does.
His son finally "survived", how could he, as a father, have the heart to reject him again?
And he fully believed that with Ye Ming and Mo Gu here, there would be absolutely no chance of any nonsense accidents.
…
Professor Tang's wife did not watch the next experiment.
Although she knew that her son was cured by a chip, she still felt it was a bit too scary when it was really her turn to "write data" into her son's brain.
But Professor Tang himself, as the leader of the research team, and because of his trust in Ye Ming and Mo Gu, sat opposite his son throughout the entire process.
"Haowen, you have to adjust your mood next." Mo Gu untied Tang Haowen's down jacket and exposed the back of his neck.
There is a row of data wires on the back of the neck.
This is what Tang Haowen strongly requested to stay before undergoing the operation - he said that no matter whether it was successful or not, he would fight his fate to the end and fully cooperate with the brain-computer center.
Unfortunately, not all patients have this idea - under deliberate cost suppression, a similar high-level paraplegia recovery operation in China currently costs no more than 50,000 yuan, which is not even as good as installing an imported pacemaker.
"The Sword Comes"
However, among so many recovered patients, not many are willing to cooperate with further scientific research. Coupled with various subjective and objective reasons, until now, similar scientific research institutions across the country have not completed the work well.
A comprehensive analysis of the cristae nervous system.
Not to mention cutting off the experiment.
"Well, I've adjusted it. But if you say you're not excited, you definitely can't." Tang Haowen moved his hands gently and smiled: "Senior Sister Mo, am I the first to do the truncation experiment?"
"As far as high paraplegia is concerned, yes - at least in China, and abroad, Harvard and Oxford have already done it, but they have not succeeded because there are still too many interferences."
Tang Haowen nodded, with a sunny look on his pale face: "Well, it's okay, my thoughts are simple and there is less interference."
Everyone laughed.
Amid laughter, Sheng Fei and Liu Jiequan appeared at the door pushing a humanoid robot.
