Chapter 991: Chapter 921: “Who dares to say this is not a weapon?!”_1 Chapter 991: Chapter 921: “Who dares to say this is not a weapon?!”_1 In reality, compared to the virtual world, the biggest inconvenience is that you have to abide by solid physic laws.
So when you operate a ch in the virtual world, you can effortlessly control the ch and perfectly feel everything that the ch experiences.
But in reality, this is impossible.
Because it needs an astonishing number of sensors installed on the ch, a set of ch-specific virtual senses pre-edited, and round after round of tests, before the basic realization can be achieved.
Even if it is realized, it is almost aningless.
Therefore, Lincoln was not very satisfied with this remote control system.
——Of course, even if you enter the cockpit, you can’t “communicate” with the ch, but the satisfaction that cos from the “man-machine unity”, personally driving the ch itself, can completely make up for this regret.
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Unfortunately, you just have to make do now.
Lincoln carefully rotated his elbow, slowly moved his right hand to his chest, and then slowly clenched it into a fist.
The Crimson Storm raised its arm and clenched its fist in sync with his movents.
The difference was: Lincoln’s movents were light and silent, but a simple movent of the Crimson Storm produced a huge noise that everyone on the scene could clearly hear.
——Lincoln did not design any noise reduction for this giant’s body.
Every gram of added weight must be used in the most important places.
The only part of the entire ch with soundproofing is the cockpit in the head, after all, he still contemplates operating it himself.
As for the outside?
Let the sound be louder, roaring is the expression of strength!
“Very good, the neural connection is stable, and the right arm transmission structure is solid.”
Next are the two thinner left arms.
Using the forearm and brain to control two chanical arms separately, the buyers of the [Crimson Storm chanical Arm] can do it, and of course, Lincoln is of no problem.
“Snap!”
After Lincoln raised his arm, he snapped his fingers with his left hand.
The positions that should have been “hands” on both left arms have now been replaced with circular flywheel saw blades.
With Lincoln’s snap, the independent engines roared and the two electric saws rotated rapidly, making a piercing screech.
“Blade Alloy Flywheel, running well.”
After stopping the flywheel, Lincoln squatted slowly on the spot until he achieved a basic standard [squat] gesture.
Amongst the tal collision sounds, the chanical joints of the Crimson Storm cooperated with each other, knees bending, body squatting slowly, successfully achieving the movent.
“The pressure index of the knee and ankle joints has not reached the critical value.”
“Very good.” Lincoln nodded his head and finally lifted his foot, taking a careful step forward.
The Crimson Storm moved correspondingly.
There was still no problem, it walked stably.
“Self-balancing and dynamic balancing operations are good.”
…
Lincoln patiently carried out full-scale tests on the Crimson Storm.
Unlike the running and jumping frenzy in the virtual world of chs, and even throwing over one’s shoulder.
In reality of operating a ch, Lincoln was extrely careful with each movent, afraid that being careless might break it.
For example, a force too strong, and suddenly the arm is thrown out, or a sudden rupture of the knee and falling…
Although there is a safety lock on the power system output, this situation should not occur, but what if it does?
That would instantly embarrass you in front of the world!
Such slow and boring hardware testing, if it were anything else, the audience would have lost interest long ago.
But this is a ch!
Just by sitting there without moving, everyone can’t get enough of watching, let alone it is now moving!
Under Lincoln’s control, as the ch just lifted its arm, the audience were already excitedly saying “oh”.
Spinning flywheel saw?
“ohohohohoh~~~~”
Stomping.
“ohohohohoh~~~~”
Turning the head.
“ohohohohoh~~~~”
Each movent could set off a large cheer.
In the live broadcast room apart from cheers and accolades, almost nothing was left.
And the test wasn’t over yet, more and more onlookers started to gather outside the isolation line.
——In the suburbs of Xiajing City, it’s hard to find a completely deserted place.
Especially, there are few buildings around, and the Crimson Storm is tall enough.
It’s highly eye-catching.
Lincoln perford all the test movents in turn: turn waist, raise hands, bow, clasp fists, spread arms, forward, backward, turn, nod, pick up heavy objects…
He even attempted to lie down and stand back up again.
All actions were completed smoothly without any issues.
Therefore, he looked at Henry again:
“Can I finally get into the cockpit now?”
Henry felt his determination, and also confird that there was no problem with the ch, so he reluctantly agreed.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but remind him: “No ssing around!
Gentle tests only!”
“No problem!
I promise to keep it gentle!”
Lincoln ordered Crimson Storm to lie down, and then deftly removed the equipnt attached to him and called for soone to push the ladder over.
The gangway specifically designed to enter the cockpit had not yet been installed, so Lincoln chose this sowhat unusual way of accessing it.
Yet, given that he had done outrageous things more than once or twice before, the audience no longer gave much thought to their initial snide remarks and instead were eagerly anticipating the ch coming back to life.
It didn’t take Lincoln long to establish the connection from within the cockpit again.
When the streaming audience noticed that Lincoln was the only one in the cockpit, soone innocently asked:
“Isn’t there supposed to be two pilots?
Why did Lincoln enter alone?”
“Why is there only one seat for piloting?
Where is the co-pilot?”
…
Lincoln didn’t have any ti to read the comnts, he quickly changed equipnt, and beca one with the Crimson Storm!
After he pushed himself up off the ground to stand, the first thing he did made Henry’s expression change dramatically—-
All the thick cables connecting the head and back of the ch were suddenly ejected all at once!
“What are you doing?!” Henry imdiately questioned.
“It’s not very convenient with these, I’m worried they might trip over.”
Lincoln replied imdiately, and before Henry could ask any more, he took a stance.
“Let everyone see what ch martial arts is!”
Lincoln had practiced boxing seriously for a long ti, and even when controlling the ch, his movents didn’t lose any form, in fact they were even more full of power!
Dropping his shoulders and elbows, rotating his waist and exerting force, he swung a heavy punch!
Due to the safety lock, the ch’s movents wouldn’t explosively speed up and couldn’t be as fluid as Lincoln’s, but no one doubted the power of the ch’s punch.
——This was a punch from a fist more than two ters in diater!
Advancing, elbow strikes, side kicks…
even running!
One step spanned nearly ten ters.
The frequency wasn’t fast, but the speed was quite impressive.
Every move connected smoothly.
Although it didn’t have the rhythm of speed changes and explosive force of human boxing, each move was full of power.
The sci-fi aura of the ch and the ancient art of martial arts collided, creating a novel spectacle that no one could take their eyes off of.
After finishing a set of punches, Lincoln was about to say sothing when he noticed a copse of trees about dozens of ters away.
He walked over, grabbed a trunk, and then — pulled up!
A 10-ter-high poplar was effortlessly uprooted by the Crimson Storm!
Lincoln originally planned to, if he couldn’t pull it out, cheat by using the saw in his left hand to saw it down.
Unexpectedly, it was so easy!
Seeing him single-handedly pulling out a tree and waving it around in his hand, a barrage of “ohohoh” comnts flooded the live broadcast room.
…
After the performance, Lincoln obediently returned to his original spot.
“A bit tired, I’ll rest for a while.
See you all in 2 hours!”
Leaving these words for his audience, the live broadcast temporarily paused and began to play looped footage of the prior content.
The truth wasn’t that Lincoln was tired, but the Crimson Storm was.
This big guy was a hybrid, its energy consumption was astonishing, and because of its huge weight and materials weren’t strong enough, if it was used intensively, the damage to the body would be faster than that of regular large-sized equipnt, especially the joints on the lower body which bore the most weight.
Therefore, it needs charging, refueling, and maintenance; none could be sidelined!
The live stream was briefly interrupted, but the shock Crimson Storm brought didn’t pause.
Moreover, due to this interruption, dia and netizens worldwide got a chance to revisit the content of the live broadcast.
Of course, the result was: the more they thought about it, the more exaggerated it seed and the more shocking it appeared upon review.
More so, unlike the simple awe of others, people on Arica’s side had a fairly complex mood.
Especially the forr director of the counterasure departnt for Lincoln, Daniel, whose mood was particularly intense after being expelled from office and really ending up delivering packages:
“Who’s going to tell this isn’t a fucking weapon??!”
“This thing can run around on all terrains with a rocket launcher on its back!!”
“They actually dismissed from my position!”
“Ignorant!
Shortsighted!!
Mother fucker!!!”
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