Chapter 752： Nerve thorns

As a military person who does not know much about advanced magic technology and does not intend to switch to a researcher, Byron has entered the Magic Technology Institute a handful of times, and the last time he visited this place was for peas.

Pea is a dumb girl, which means deep regret and regret for Byron, who has been her adoptive father for several years.

The poor child was a dumb slave of a big businessman, whose tongue was cut off and unable to speak, and because the tongue was cut off for too long, the regular druid spell was powerless, even though Cecil became Cesi Empire, even if Byron had changed from a country knight to a empire's army leader, there was nothing he could do about it.

In a few years, the little dumb of that year also became a slim girl, and an unexpected turn of opportunity also appeared at this time.

The extinction heritage of all things dug out from the Sorin area, showed Byron the hope of healing the peas.

Those incredible cutting-edge biochemical technologies can be used to make terrible monsters, but also to heal unfortunate mortals.

After obtaining the consent of the peas, Byron made his adoptive daughter the first clinical tester in Druid's laboratory under the name of Pittman. The initial treatment was smooth. The regeneration of the broken tongue took less than half a day, but let Pea spoke again but encountered unexpected difficulties.

Today, the middle-aged knight is once again at the Magic Technology Research Institute, seeking a new solution.

Waist-hugging, white-haired Pittman walked ahead, and led Byron to the depths of the Magic Technology Institute.

After a period of development and improvement, this large facility built by Rebecca Cecil himself has now become the most advanced research facility in the empire, and there are also many new departments and branches within it, in addition to the regular magic In addition to the Laboratory of Mechanical Engineering, Mathematics, and Physics, in the past year, two research laboratories under the name of Rune Research Institute and a Druid Research Center under Pittman's name have been established here.

As Gao Wen originally planned, the Magic Technology Research Institute is no longer a mere research facility. It has become a "greenhouse" for the cultivation of new technologies, providing venues and equipment for a variety of emerging technologies or potential teams. , Personnel and other services.

After passing through a gate on the third floor, Byron and Pittman entered the area where the Druid Research Center belongs. The walls here are decorated with flowers and vines, and the magic device at the entrance quietly projects a holographic image. , The image is surrounded by badges surrounded by flowers and vines.

This badge is the Druid mark of the Empire.

Many technicians wearing green robes with white backgrounds came and went in the corridors, and they salute Pittman respectfully. Although I saw this scene when I came last time, Byron couldn't help but look around. The little old man at one glance said: "To be honest, I am surprised to see that you are so respectless and so respected by so many scholars."

"Just as much nonsense as you do," Pitman glanced at Byron. "I saw the soldiers on the road saluting you, what did I say?"

Byron froze, didn't speak, but just followed Pittman through the corridor to a seemingly high-spec laboratory.

"Put on your robes, go in and stand on the platform," Pitman stood at the gate in front of the laboratory entrance, pointing to a small round platform inside the gate, "wait for me after entering."

"What is this?" Byron froze. "Why didn't this step in the lab last time?"

Pittman stared; "Nonsense, this time the laboratory's biochemical isolation level is level iii. You only understood that the content inside was more expensive than gold elsewhere."

Byron snorted. Although he was rough on weekdays, he also knew the importance of rigor and order in the research facility, so he didn't say much.

Under Pittman's instructions, he was unskilled through the steps of dressing and disinfecting, and then passed through the gates and entered this seemingly special laboratory.

After entering, the first thing that caught my eye was a quite spacious room. Several large experimental tables were neatly arranged on both sides of the room, while a large number of technicians wearing standard robes were busy between those experimental tables. There are druid emblems surrounded by flowers and vines on the personnel's robes, but in fact Byron is very clear that according to the old rules, only a small part of them are actually "druids", and the remaining At best they are "apprentices" in extraordinary fields, even ordinary people who do not have extraordinary skills at all.

However, after the development of magic technology, and after many druid spells were also summarized in the system of rune logic, the definition of "druid" in the empire was no longer so old-fashioned.

Byron's gaze swept across the room, and he suddenly noticed that a striking and special figure was also here.

It was Master Carmel who was shining with arcane light and wearing rune armor pieces.

He turned his head slightly and asked Petman, who had just entered the laboratory, "Why is Master Carmel here?"

"He is involved in this project," Pitman said casually, walking forward. "You just have to follow along, don't touch anything here."

Byron shrugged and followed him indifferently.

Pittman looked old and fast, and quickly came to Carmel, asking: "The morning test is over? How is it?"

"The neural response efficiency has exceeded 70%, and it should still require a lot of adjustments," Carmel said as he pointed his finger to the nearest experimental platform. "Look at it, is there any problem with the state of its artificial neurons? ? "

Pittman turned to the bench, and Byron stretched his neck, glancing curiously in that direction.

He saw something weird in shape lying quietly on a sloping table, and the bright light made the details of that thing completely visible.

It is a "ribbon" made of metal parts, less than one meter in length. It has a large palm-shaped rhombus structure made of several metal plates at one end, and some thin, At the end of the dark red, its band-shaped body presents a loop-by-loop structure with fine metal bumps. This weird structure ...

Byron couldn't help but think of a human spine, or something that fits on the spine.

He stepped closer and saw that there were faint red surges between the metal links, and after looking closely, he recognized that it was fibrous like some flesh and blood.

Those "flesh and blood" just grow between metals, maintaining their own activity in an incomprehensible way.

"What is this ...?" Byron blinked and asked curiously. "How do you look like the artificial nerve cord in the immersion capsule?"

"This is the artificial nerve cord, but it is not used in the immersion capsule," Pittman was carefully observing the nerve terminal that extended from the end of the "metal spine" and responded without raising his head. "It is a branch application of artificial nerve cord. Well ... I'll call it 'Neural Thorns' for now. "

Byron continued to ask, "What is it for?"

"In essence, it is still a neural connection device used to connect the human brain with external magic devices, but in addition to this most basic connection function ..." Pittman finally raised his head and pointed to the man-made The dark red fiber structure at the end of the nerve cord, "It can also be used to break the line between ordinary people and extraordinary people, and really break it."

Byron frowned slightly, with a serious expression: "... can you speak common language?"

Pittman couldn't help but glance at him: "Sometimes you read the book, otherwise you won't understand her textbooks until Pea enters Imperial College."

On the other side, Carmel floated over, greeted Byron with a humming trill, and said, "Her Majesty once proposed that the current magic technology has shortcomings, that is, all extraordinary powers are realized through machinery , Man realizes the preset spell effect in the machine by manipulating the rune trigger. This implementation has natural limitations.

"Magic machines can only be used to perform simple spells that do not require 'psychic power' to maintain guidance, such as fireballs, ice cones, arcane missiles, etc., and once a spell requires the spiritual guidance of the caster, such as illusion or dream Spells or larger ritual spells, then the magic machine is powerless. "

Byron laughed and nodded and said, "I understand that."

Transcendents have this common sense. Spells can be divided into two types from the control method. One type is "formation and realization type". After the completion of the construction of the spell model, it only needs to be stimulated. This is the case for spell cold ice arrows, and the other is "psychic power guidance". This type of spell is usually continuous. During the release process, the caster needs to perform continuous mental power control. Once interrupted, Spells also dissipate immediately.

Obviously, the current magic machine can only realize the former spell, and the latter ... Due to the limitation of the maintenance method, it is destined to be unable to get rid of the "manipulator" of the transcendent.

This is clearly inconsistent with the concept of magical technology "attribute to the mortal", and actually limits the development of magical technology.

In fact, in the current technology development process, this limitation has already begun to show the virtual interface that the immersion module needs to present after linking the human brain. Some parameters of the magic net broadcast system are "written". The text trigger is used to control and requires the mental power of the operator to participate in the process. At present, it is completely dependent on the real mage to operate.

This is also one of the reasons why the production of immersion tanks has been slow to increase. Each immersion tank requires a formal mage to debug it for a long time. How many mages can there be used to do such things?

Byron vaguely guessed the role of this so-called "neural thorns": "So ... this thing allows ordinary people to use mental power to control those guiding spells?"

"To be more precise, it can make ordinary people 'sense' magic." Pitman smiled and said something that would stun every traditional extraordinary person.

Let ordinary people feel the magic! !!

Byron's eyes widened, and it took a few seconds for him to realize what this weird thing in front of him meant.

The dividing line of magical talent is induction magic. The first threshold for ordinary people to enter the extraordinary realm is induction magic.

Only by sensing the existence of magic power, it is possible to control it, use it, and then realize the extraordinary but this special talent, which is only possessed by a very small number of talented people.

"This thing, we tinkered with for a whole year, always stuck on the problem that" artificial neurons cannot survive in small devices for a long time. "Until recently, the technology of the death of all things helped us make up for this, He buzzed, "We have successfully created a nerve thorn that can work for a long time, although it is still a long way from perfection."

Pittman also stood up slightly, with a proud expression on his face: "As long as this thing succeeds, it will be truly 'all people are extraordinary.'"

Byron couldn't help being infected by the atmosphere and was a little excited, but soon he remembered his purpose here today: "... but what does this have to do with peas?"

Pittman looked at him: "As a superficial product of early technology, nerve thorns are still far from achieving the goal of" everyone is extraordinary, "but before that, it may be used to achieve something simpler than casting. It can be directly connected to the human brain. If it is connected with a sounding "baubles", maybe it can speak for peas. "

Byron was silent for a moment, and only asked, "Is this risky?"

"Yes, there are risks in any experiment. The main risk is brain damage," Carmel said directly. "We will set up enough security locks and release the mind and brain spells for peas in advance. The risk is minimized. "

"... I'm going back and asking for Pea's own opinion."

"Of course you can, that's right."

(Mama yeah !!!)