Five Hundred and Seventy-Five Prosthetics

Just as the Elf Queen was trying to increase Chris' favorability, and when Chris was trying to control his lower body from crossing the boundary, in another corner of the empire, in a huge factory building on the outskirts of Seris City, where every inch of land was expensive, a group of people They are looking at something together.

The staff in white coats carefully placed a beautifully carved wooden arm on a machine specially designed to install this type of prosthetic.

"The computer will control the accuracy of the magic circle. After calculation, the accuracy of mental power extraction has reached the design standard, 98%!" An old man with his hands behind his back comforted the man who was about to undergo graft surgery with a broken arm.

The other party was obviously also very nervous. Seeing the arm that belonged to him approaching a little bit, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.

"This arm has many powerful functions, and it may be better than your original arm-it can provide greater lifting power, and it can also install specific devices to strengthen and improve some abilities." On the other side, several The man who looked like a magician was also comforting the first man to be fitted with a prosthetic.

This factory is newly built, and it only took a few days from start to production. This huge factory building was built before, so it is not suitable to be used as a production factory of "William Puppet Art".

However, in order to seize the time, everything has been compromised to put into production as soon as possible. Therefore, in this huge workshop, many machines that originally did not require such a large space seemed a bit too thin.

"You mean, this thing can completely follow my thoughts and move like my original arm?" The man has asked this question countless times before he came, and he has seen similar prosthetics before, but the effect is actually not good how good.

He was an Ilan Hill 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 the gate of hell also caused him to lose that arm that was crucial to him.

Of course, he lost his chance to be promoted after losing his arm. In the end, he was symbolically promoted by half a level, and retired after becoming a deputy regiment. After returning home, he became the deputy director of a furniture factory.

Becoming a disabled person made his life very bad. Although Ireland Hill rarely discriminated against soldiers, it still didn't change the fact that he was missing an arm.

He also installed a prosthetic arm once, but the prosthetic arm was useless and could not even meet his aesthetic needs—over time,

He also gave up that burden, preferring to keep his sleeves empty, and no longer fantasize about returning to the original.

It was like this until a few days ago, some people from the Royal Guards of Alan Hill came to his office. They felt that as the old Alan Hill Grenadier, he met all the requirements of the experiment, so they came to him Come on, want him to take part in an experiment.

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but the other party's words made him ignite his desire for life again. At that time, the other party asked him, "Would you like to try to restore that broken arm?"

He said yes, so he came to this factory, sat in this position, and watched the arm that he said belonged to him, approaching the shoulder of his broken arm little by little.

"Mr. Harrell! After a while, this machine will take away part of the mental power and pour it into that special prosthesis... Don't be nervous, we have already done experiments, this technology is very safe." The leading old man continued to comfort him.

"Soul extraction is complete!" After feeling a sense of drowsiness, the mechanical voice made the drowsy man named Harrell nervous again. He didn't dare to fall asleep, he just stared nervously at the arm that kept approaching in front of him.

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 wooden parts can be replaced at any time.

I heard that it can even be replaced with an iron one! Just as a dangerous product, civilian prosthetics are stipulated to use wood as raw materials, and metal is not allowed.

But military use is different. If you can return to the army and stand on the battlefield again, then this arm can be made into a sharp weapon for killing people.

"Crack!" With a slight sound, the arm was installed on the shoulder where the prosthetic interface had been implanted.

Harrell felt a slight pain, but he could live with it—it was nothing compared to a broken arm.

Suddenly, Harrell seemed to feel something. He looked at the arm stuck on his shoulder in surprise, and it moved miraculously.

On the hand engraved with the runes of the magic circle, a few fingers moved by themselves. Although they were very irregular and not something normal people could do, they did move!

Unlike those mechanical arms, there is no hysteresis and it is not particularly mechanical. Although it is still not natural, it still has the 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 for a while.

In fact, it's been a long time since he saw his own arm moving like this according to his thoughts. Those prosthetic limbs controlled by computer chips can only do some silly actions like grabbing a cup in most cases.

And now, the prosthetic limb in front of him is actually moving! Actions follow thoughts.

It's just because of time, Harrell is not used to it yet, and he still can't control the arm that has disappeared.

Along with his thoughts, the arms that had now begun to respond to his thoughts were doing all kinds of strange movements.

In fact, these movements cannot be performed by real arms. For example, some joints can bend in opposite directions-if there is a real arm that can do this, it must be broken.

"Doctor, doctor... What, what's wrong with my arm?" Harrell looked at his arm and asked with a trembling tone.

He hadn't been so hopeful for too long, and now he saw hope, so he ignited his fighting spirit again.

"Mr. Harrell, you should adapt to your own thinking first, and then stabilize your emotions! We are also in the exploration stage of this latest technology, so we asked you to sign a non-disclosure agreement and a volunteer agreement!" The leader of the old man The deputy said in a businesslike manner.

Harrell hurriedly adjusted his emotions, nodded vigorously, and then focused all his attention on his arms.

In the next second, his arm returned to its normal movement pattern, and as he thought about using 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 were also bent a little bit, forming a shape of a tiger's paw.

"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.

"Crack!" Suddenly, the palm clenched into a fist, and because of excessive force, the delicate palm even made a crisp sound.

"Damn it! Is there any damage?" The engineer, who also heard the crisp sound, frowned and looked at the palm carefully, and asked nervously.

Harrell also felt that he seemed to be in trouble, he quickly let go of the idea of ​​clenching his fist, and as a result, the palm spread smoothly without any hesitation.

"Is it okay?" Looking at the response speed of the palm, the elder in charge 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 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 material. For civilian use, we use ordinary steel."

"Try it with the highest level of special materials first!" The old man thought for a while and made a decision: "Harrell is a trustworthy empire veteran and our first volunteer. Don't be too stingy with materials."

"Yes! Chief engineer." The slightly younger engineer nodded, and then recorded his improvement opinions on the form he held in his hand.

"Try it again and see how much it affects the movement of the palm after the part is broken." The old man no longer looked at his subordinates, but looked at Harrell, and suggested slowly.

When Harrell heard that he didn't need to pay for it himself, and that it was possible to replace it 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 Harrell's control, the puppet's arm is indeed moving very well, doing some movements that are almost the same as normal movements.

"How does it feel? Does it feel heavy? Do you need to adjust it?" The old man asked while looking at several monitors connected to his arm with wires and checking the data on them.

"It's a bit heavy..." Harrell knew that he should truthfully tell the people around him how he felt, which would also help the other party to better adjust the corresponding prosthetic data.

This is not the first time he has used this kind of thing, so he is very familiar with similar processes. Hearing Harrell's words, the old man turned his head and motioned for the technicians who adjusted the arm's floating magic circle and other detailed magic circles to make fine adjustments.

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