"Who sent you here, kid?"
Lille finally realized that Phantom wasn’t a proper rcenary; she was a journalist—
This woman’s body was finely sculpted with oddities, both her arms were combat prosthetics, her feet sported small knives, as well as interfaces for multi-tools; under normal circumstances, one really couldn’t tell she was a journalist.
Iron Hand appeared to be a heavily-modified rcenary, but in actuality, he was a technical expert. His arms utilized an industrial version of hydraulic power, indeed strong, yet more suited for fixing cars. Of course, his legs were reinforced, and he could manage to shoot a machine gun like a heavy gunner.
According to him, the person he admired most was Morgan Black Hand, a rcenary known for his deep understanding of technology.
At that mont, he took out a recorder and had Phantom conduct an interview that took place within Dog Town.
The grimy-faced child was a girl with long hair, dressed in white clothes and black sports pants.
Because Fiona had told them that the Sports Academy would continue to operate, the mood among the children had generally lightened, including hers.
She even saw it as an opportunity: an interview with a journalist!
"I applied by myself! I applied on my own, and then I was chosen! When I said I was going to leave Eugene to play professionally, the look on my mom’s face, in one word: extrely proud!"
Phantom’s mind paused: It wasn’t a case of being lured by an evil organization?
"Don’t you... uh, miss your mom?"
"Sotis, but only a little bit, I try not to think about it because I am very strong!" Emma pulled out a book from inside her clothes, slightly blackened by smoke, "I usually read Diamond Day’s autobiography; she’s my favorite basketball player and also a local from Dog Town. Headmaster Fiona trained her, too.
Volleyball training classes are tightly scheduled. I hope the academy can resu operations soon."
"Hmm... thank you for cooperating, and I hope your dreams co true."
"Thank you, ma’am."
Having said that, the little girl picked up a stone from the ground and started practicing in the image of Matt, who was being relentlessly drilled by Wild Man King not far away.
She wasn’t the first to start; the first was a boy nad Tom whom Phantom had also interviewed. His motives were much simpler:
"I want to take my father away from this place. I’m the last hope for our family. The previous gym explosion ant he had to replace an arm again, and I don’t have much ti left."
Seeing Phantom and Iron Hand, these two old-tirs from Europe, suddenly fall silent, Fiona carried a box of stuff into Animal Gang’s moving truck.
Fiona wiped off the sweat and contentedly watched as trophies, certificates, and letters of thanks left for the new Luxor Sports Academy.
People were bent on burning down the world yet, according to their own reasoning, did "good people" really have to squash these children’s hopes?
If one could describe Twiki’s initial activities in Europe as organized, with ti, how were they any different from terrorists?
Even if the target of the ground-penetrating bombs was power generators, and they chose the kind with less direct destructive force, such operations could never ensure no children would be hard.
If soone who doesn’t care about collateral damage can still be called a legend, a good person, wouldn’t that be the sa as Fiona’s Sports Academy?
So children’s lives are ruined by aggressive neurological enhancent programs, but others genuinely achieve their dreams and beco top athletes in the world.
The forr cannot be considered bad people, then certainly the latter cannot be either.
So imnse neurological dical equipnt was moved out of Luxor Sports Academy, and Lille watched contentedly at the contents:
Fiona’s facilities didn’t usually produce whole prosthetics, mainly neural implants, and at most adjusted the components inside, which coincidentally was the skill Lille lacked.
Now he could attempt to build neural implants.
[Personal Research Project: Customized Full Body Prosthetics]
[Description: Your physical condition is deteriorating, and replacing your organic limbs to the greatest extent will increase your lifespan appropriately.]
[Project Goal: Full Body Prosthetic Conversion]
[Major Progress: Dual chanical Arm Prosthetics (Second Generation Industrial Prosthetics), Leg Amputations, Spinal Prosthetic Conversion (Si Anweisitan)]
[Inspiration Acquired: Atlas Group Third-Generation Prosthetics Data, Neuro-Motion 341 Experint Data]
[Neural Implant Manufacturing System Obtained: NeuroLink X-3000]
[Description: A top neurological dical system. Programmable nano robots can perform biological printing at a 1-nanoter scale and execute complex biodical activities at a 4-nanoter scale. Equipnt includes:]
[1-nanoter biological 3D printer, nano laser etching machine, micro-neural welding instrunt, gene editor, tabolic monitoring system, dynamic pressure tester, immune response analyzer, cleanroom...]
With this equipnt, Lille could try to make neural implants.
Of course, it also involved so advanced manufacturing materials, but Fiona had so there as well, enough for him to reconstruct a suitable neural system for himself.
He could even begin to attempt to make Si Anweisitan—
The hardest part of overcoming these prosthetics was the level of craftsmanship and software settings, both of which Lille now had.
After reverse engineering the machinery, Atlas Group’s third-generation Prosthetics could also be officially tried for manufacture and production.
However, Lille had an idea for Si Anweisitan’s upgrade:
This type of Prosthetics uses electrical signals to replace biological signals, elevating both the body’s reaction ti and movent speed to a new level. But generally speaking, its principle is based on a massive pattern of human neural activity, with enhanced electrical signals to strengthen the body.
But humans have limits: beyond the limits of humans, progress is slow.
Yet Lille indeed had data that surpassed human limitations to refer to, and it was the kind that was outrageously fast and stable.
[Munemasa: For your own Prosthetics, if we use the Si Anweisitan on you as a template for manufacturing, the production speed would be much faster. However, if you want to make it available for others, you’ll need to prepare a lot more AI.]
[Lille: I need to upgrade my software and hardware, starting with making the peripheral nervous system.]
[Munemasa: Suit yourself, but I suggest you avoid trying to break through limits on a whim, as your brain will get fried.]
[Munemasa: Speaking of brains, have you ever thought about discarding your brain to beco an AI? Using the Soul Killer.]
Lille paused for a mont, and Munemasa imdiately continued:
[Munemasa: Even if you plan to keep your brain, why are you still stuck on a human form? You have the potential to control non-human shaped equipnt and have computing capabilities to rival an AI’s. To be precise, you have already defeated AI, controlled AI.]
[Munemasa: Have you ever considered that you might not be human? Where did that AI of yours co from?]
Lille answered decisively:
[Lille: Its origins are quite complex, but it’s definitely created by humans.]
[Munemasa: I have no doubt it was created by a human, but on the other side of the Black Wall, in the old net, there is a being extrely similar to your AI.]
[Munemasa: In the old net, it is like the Lone Wolf legend of Night City. Its na is Orion, an AI type AI that can attack other AIs and capture their functions and data for its own use.]
Lille continued to shake his head:
[Lille: As I said, it couldn’t possibly be an old net rogue AI with an unknown origin.]
[Munemasa: Maybe, but you still haven’t explained why you choose a humanized body. I guess you’ve already realized how convenient non-human forms are.]
Munemasa’s digital avatar appeared beside Lille’s wheelchair—
Although it seed a bit funny, this wheelchair was the proof.
People rarely undergo augntations for additional limbs because a non-human shaped Prosthetics, even if just adding an extra eye, could cause a permanent cognitive function decline.
Put a human brain in a big truck to control it?
Not to ntion whether the human brain can normally drive the big truck, such a transformation process would completely disrupt cognition and drive one mad.
Munemasa knew because soone had tried it.
And Lille, who not only controlled the Octopus Arm but now could talk while controlling the wheelchair...
His brain function was nothing but abnormal.
Lille, upon hearing this question, didn’t know how to respond all of a sudden, he just looked at the scenery around him without speaking.
"What are you thinking about, Little Li Zi." V suddenly ca up and patted Lille, "How should this money be split?"
"This money..." Lille ca back to his senses from his thoughts, "Let’s each take a million, and the rest can be invested for others to share, how about that?"
"How can that work." V walked up to Lille and spoke nonchalantly while swinging his hands, "As the big brothers, how can we shortchange our underlings?
I think we should each take three hundred thousand, and let the underlings earn a bit from the rest..."
"Whatever you want." Lille shrugged, "Anyway, if the investnt isn’t enough, I was already planning to put in my own money."
Munemasa looked at Lille, then at V.
[Munemasa: Think about it, you could beco a super AI surpassing Bartmos and Otto.]
[Munemasa: Truly create yourself—in Cyberspace.]
[Lille: I am already creating myself, in a higher dinsion than Cyberspace: the real world.]
Lille waved his hand, and Munemasa’s digital avatar dissipated from his vision.
At the sa ti, he announced to all gangs and the city governnt of Night City in the OCT domain:
[All gangs pay attention, prepare to move into Dog Town.]
[Unstable Energy outbreak.]
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