Just when the Elf Queen was trying to increase Chris' favorability and Chris was trying hard to control his lower body from crossing the line, in another corner of the empire, in a huge factory on the outskirts of Siris City, where land is precious, a group of people
They were gathering around and looking at something.
Staff members in white coats carefully placed a beautifully carved wooden arm on a machine specially designed to install this type of prosthetic limb.
"The computer will control the accuracy of the magic array. After calculation, the mental power extraction accuracy has reached the design standard, 98%!" An old man put his hands behind his back and spoke to comfort the man who was about to undergo a grafting operation on a broken arm.
The other party was obviously very nervous. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva as he saw the arm belonging to him getting closer and closer, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down his face.
"This arm has many powerful functions and may be more useful than your original arm - it can provide greater lifting strength, and can also be installed with specific devices to strengthen and improve some abilities." On the other side, several
The man who looked like a magician was also comforting the man who was the first to be fitted with a prosthetic limb.
This factory was recently built, and it only took a few days from the start of construction to the start of production. This huge factory building was originally built, so it is not suitable to be used as a production factory for "William Puppetry".
However, in order to seize the time, everything was compromised to put into production as soon as possible. Therefore, in this huge workshop, many machines that did not originally require such a large space seemed a bit too thin.
"You mean, this thing can completely follow my thoughts and make the same movements as my original arm?" The man had asked this question countless times before coming. He had seen similar prosthetics before, but in fact they were not very effective.
How good.
He was a grenadier from Ireland Hill, and was already a battalion commander before he was injured and retired.
However, during a fierce battle, he was hit by stray bullets in the arm and abdomen. When he was sent to the hospital, he was saved because of timely rescue. However, lingering in the gate of hell also made him lose his life.
An arm that is very important to him.
After losing his arm, of course he had no chance of promotion. In the end, he was symbolically promoted by half a level and became the deputy regiment member. After that, he retired and returned home to become the deputy director of a furniture factory.
Becoming a disabled person made his life very bad. Although Ireland rarely discriminated against soldiers, it still could not change the fact that he was missing an arm.
He once had a prosthetic arm installed, but the prosthetic arm was of no use and could not even meet his needs for beauty. Over time, he gave up on that burden, preferring to leave his sleeve empty rather than fantasize about returning to the original state.
things.
Such days continued until a few days ago, when some people from the Royal Guards of Ireland came to his office. They felt that as an old Grenadier of Ireland, he met all the requirements for the experiment, so they came to his door.
Come, I hope he will participate in an experiment.
Originally, he wanted to refuse, but the other person's words made him burn his desire for life again. At that time, the other person asked him, "Are you willing to try and restore that broken arm?"
He said he was willing, so he came to the factory and sat in this position, watching the arm that was said to belong to him getting closer to his broken arm's shoulder.
"Mr. Harrel! In a while, this machine will take away part of the mental power and pour it into that special prosthetic limb... Don't be nervous, we have already done experiments, and this technology is very safe."
The leader of the old man continued to comfort him.
"Soul extraction completed!" After feeling a wave of sleepiness, the mechanical sound made the drowsy man named Harrel nervous again. He did not dare to sleep, but just stared endlessly nervously.
The arm in front of me that keeps getting closer.
If nothing else, it will be a part of his body from now on - although it is made of wood, I heard that those wooden parts can be replaced at any time.
I heard that it can even be replaced with iron ones! However, as a kind of dangerous goods, civilian prostheses are required to use wood as raw materials, and metal is not allowed.
But the military ones are different. If you can return to the army and stand on the battlefield again, then this arm can be made into a murderous weapon.
"Click!" With a slight sound, the arm was installed on the shoulder that had a prosthetic interface implanted.
Harrel felt a slight pain, but he could bear the pain - it was nothing compared to a broken arm.
Suddenly, Harrel seemed to feel something. He looked at the arm stuck on his shoulder in surprise, and it miraculously moved.
On the hand engraved with the magic circle runes, several fingers actually started to move on their own. Although it was very irregular and not something a normal person 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 rhythm of mechanical movement, but it is really pretty good.
So, this veteran who had been unhappy after returning from the battlefield just looked at his new arm blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
In fact, it had been a long time since he had seen his arms move according to his ideas. Those prosthetic limbs controlled by computer chips could only do silly actions like picking up cups in most cases.
And now, the prosthetic limb in front of me is indeed moving! It is moving according to thoughts.
Just because of the time, Harrell is not used to it yet, and he still cannot control the arm that has disappeared well.
Along with his thoughts, his arms, which had now begun to respond to his thoughts, were making various strange movements.
In fact, a real arm cannot perform these actions, for example, some joints can bend in opposite directions - if a real arm could do this, it must be broken.
"Doctor, doctor...what exactly happened to my arm?" Harrel looked at his arm and asked in a trembling tone.
It had been a long time since he had been so hopeful. Now that he saw hope, he was ignited with fighting spirit again.
"Mr. Harrel, please adapt to your thinking first, and then stabilize your emotions! We are still in the exploratory stage of this latest technology, so we ask you to sign a confidentiality agreement and a volunteer agreement!" The old man in charge said
The deputy spoke in a businesslike manner.
Harrel quickly adjusted his emotions, nodded vigorously, and then focused on his arms.
The next second, his arm returned to its normal movement pattern. When he tried to exert force, the arm that did not belong to him began to bend slightly.
On the palm at the end of the arm, the five fingers are also bent little by little, making a tiger paw shape.
"Very good, Mr. Harrell! Continue." The person in charge of a prosthetic company on the other side couldn't hide the ecstatic expression on his face.
"Click!" Suddenly, the palm of his hand clenched into a fist, and because of the excessive force, the precise palm even made a snapping sound.
"Damn! Is there any damage?" The engineer who also heard the crisp sound frowned and looked at the palm carefully, and asked nervously.
Harrel also felt that he seemed to be in trouble. He quickly released the idea of clenching his fist, and the palm of his hand spread smoothly without any hesitation.
"Is everything okay?" Looking at the response speed of the palm, the leader of the old man looked at the palm in disbelief, and then saw traces of cracks on a part of the palm.
"This should be a transfer structure that replaces muscles... We have worked hard to make it 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 strongest special materials
For civilian use, we use ordinary steel."
"Try using the highest-level special materials first!" The old man thought for a while and then made a decision: "Harel is a trustworthy veteran of the Empire and our first volunteer. Don't be too stingy with the materials."
"Yes! Chief Engineer." The slightly younger engineer nodded, and then recorded his suggestions for improvement on the form in his hand.
"You can experiment again and see how much impact the movement of the palm will have after that part is broken." The old man no longer looked at his men, but looked at Harrel, and suggested slowly.
When Harrel heard that he didn't have to pay any compensation, and that he might be replaced with new parts, he nodded quickly and tried to control the arm again: "It's the same as my arm! The movements are exactly the same!"
Under Harrel's control, this puppet arm moved very well indeed, making some movements that were almost the same as normal movements.
"How do you feel? Does it feel heavy? Do you need to adjust it?" The old man asked while observing several monitors connected to his arm with wires and checking the data on them.
"It's a little heavy..." Harrel knew that he should truthfully tell the people around him how he felt, which could also help the other party better adjust the corresponding prosthetic data.
This was not the first time he had used this kind of thing, so he was very familiar with similar processes. After hearing Harrel's words, the old man turned his head and motioned to the technicians who were adjusting the arm's floating magic array and other detailed magic arrays to make fine adjustments.
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