Chapter 575： Prosthetic

Just as the Elf Queen tried to increase Chris’s favorability, and Chris was trying to prevent her lower body from crossing the boundary. In another corner of the empire, outside the golden city of Serris, a group of people were in a huge factory building. I'm looking at something together.

The staff in white coats cautiously placed a beautifully carved wooden arm on a machine specially used to install this type of prosthesis.

"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 backed his hands and opened his mouth to comfort the man who is about to undergo the grafting operation of the broken arm.

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

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

This factory was 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's Puppet Technique".

However, in order to hurry up, everything has been compromised to start production as soon as possible. Therefore, in this huge workshop, many machines that do not need such a large space are a bit too thin.

"You mean, this thing can act exactly like my original arm according to my thoughts?" The man had asked this question countless times before he came. He had also seen similar prosthetic limbs before, but the effect was not actually effective. How good.

He was a grenadier from Ailan Hill, and before he was wounded and retired, he was already a battalion commander.

However, in a fierce battle, his arm and abdomen were hit by stray bullets. When he was sent to the hospital, he saved his life because he was rescued in time. However, wandering around the ghost gate also caused him to lose that arm that was vital to him.

Of course, he lost his arm and had no chance for promotion. In the end, he was symbolically promoted by half a rank, became deputy regiment and retired, and returned home to become the deputy director of a furniture factory.

Becoming a disabled person made his life very bad. Although Ailan Hill rarely discriminates against soldiers, this still cannot change the fact that he lacks an arm.

Once he also installed a prosthetic arm, but the artificial arm was useless, and could not even meet his needs for beauty. As time passed, he gave up the burden, preferring to leave his sleeves empty instead of dreaming about the restoration. Things.

These days until a few days ago, some people from the Royal Guards of Alanhill came to his office. They felt that as an old Alanhill grenadier, he met all the requirements of the experiment, so they came to his door. Come, I hope he will participate in an experiment.

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but a word from the other party made him burn his desire for life again. At that time, the other party asked him, "Would you like to try and restore that broken arm?"

He said he was willing, so he came to this factory and sat in this position. Seeing the arm that said it belonged to him, he approached the shoulder with his broken arm little by little.

"Mr. Harrell! In a moment this machine will take away a part of the mental power and pour it into that special prosthesis... Don't be nervous, we have done experiments, this technique is very safe." The old man headed continued to speak comfortingly.

"Soul extraction is complete!" After feeling a drowsy attack, the mechanical voice made the sleepy man named Harrell nervous again. He dared not go to sleep, but stared at the arm that was approaching in front of him with infinite tension.

If nothing happens, it will be 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 iron! Only as a kind of dangerous goods, civilian prostheses are regulated to use wood as raw materials, and metal is not allowed.

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

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

Harrell felt a slight pain, but he could tolerate it—it was nothing compared to breaking an arm.

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

On the hand that was engraved with the runes of the magic circle, a few fingers actually moved on their own. Although it was very irregular, it was not a movement that a normal person could make, but it did move!

Unlike those mechanical arms, there is no hysteresis and it is not particularly mechanical. Although it is still unnatural, there is still the rhythm of mechanical movement, but it is really very good.

So, this veteran who had been unsatisfactory after returning from the battlefield, just stared at his new arm blankly, not knowing what to say for a while.

In fact, he hadn't seen his arm for a long time, so he moved according to his ideas. In most cases, those prostheses controlled by computer chips can only do silly movements such as taking cups.

And now, the prosthetic limb in front of me, it really does move! Doing actions following thoughts.

Just because of time, Harrell is still not used to it, he still can't control this 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 cannot be done with real arms. For example, some joints can bend in the opposite direction-if there is a real arm that can do this, then it must be a fracture.

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

It has been too long since he was so full of hope, and now he saw hope, so he rekindled his fighting spirit.

"Mr. Harrell, you first adjust to your thinking, and then stabilize your emotions! This latest technology is also in the exploration stage, so we will let you sign a non-disclosure agreement and a volunteer agreement!" The deputy official said in a public manner.

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

In the next second, his arm returned to its normal movement pattern. He tried to exert force, and the arm that did not belong to him began to bend slightly.

On the palm of the end of the arm, the five fingers were also slightly bent, forming a tiger paw shape.

"Very well, Mr. Harrell! Go on." The head of a prosthetic company on the other side, with an ecstatic expression on his face, could not hide it.

"Crack!" Suddenly, this palm clenched into a fist. Because of the excessive force, the delicate palm even made a crackling sound.

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

Harrell also felt like he was in trouble. He quickly let go of the thought of clenching his fist, and as a result, the palm of his hand spread out smoothly without any hesitation.

"It's okay?" Looking at the response speed of the palm, the headed old man looked at the palm in disbelief, and then saw the traces of cracks on a part of the palm.

"This should be a transfer structure that replaces muscles... We have worked hard to make 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 strong special material. Yes, for civilian use, we use ordinary steel."

"Try it with the highest-level 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 young engineer nodded, and then recorded the improvement comments on the form in his hand.

"You can experiment again to see how much the palm's movements are affected after that part is broken." The old man no longer looked at his subordinates, but at Harrell, and slowly suggested.

When Harrell heard that he didn’t need to compensate himself, and 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 action is exactly the same!"

Under Harrell's control, this puppet's arm is indeed moving very well, doing some movements that are almost normal.

"How do you feel? Is there a heavy feeling that needs adjustment?" The old man asked while observing 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 could also help the other party better adjust the corresponding prosthetic data.

It is not the first time that 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 to the technical staff of the magic circle to adjust the details of the magic circle, such as adjusting the arm to float.

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