"Too... too fast."
The test began, and Peter was completely amazed:
Projectiles traveling at 300 kiloters per hour, Gwen could easily catch them with her hands—
It wasn’t just one shooter; the 100-square-ter room had a total of 32 projectile windows, with random firing patterns, and each ball hovered around speeds of 300 kiloters per hour.
Ordinary people simply couldn’t dodge effortlessly in such an environnt!
But for Gwen, this was rely a warm-up exercise.
The girl wore a suit equipped with neural potential capture technology, which consisted of electrodes that penetrated the skin, reaching depths between 1 to 2.5 centiters, designed to capture bodily functions according to neurokinetics principles.
Honestly, wearing this suit was quite uncomfortable because the electrodes were invasive, and since Gwen did not have a neural implant, this was the only way to collect data.
As for the damage caused by the puncture... Spiderman’s abilities actually include a recovery ability significantly beyond human capabilities, featuring robust regeneration and endurance for non-limb-breaking injuries, so such damage would be uncomfortable for most people, but for her, it wasn’t much of an issue.
However, her performance exceeded Peter’s expectations by far.
"Gwen’s neural resilience is several tis that of ordinary people; her bioelectrical voltage is significantly higher than that of regular humans, and since neurotransmitters themselves conduct electricity, it’s like...
it’s like the bioelectricity can break through the gaps between terminals, using neurotransmitters to complete electrical signal communication, allowing her speed to easily surpass normal human limits.
But a human’s nerves simply can’t handle this intensity unless..."
"Unless we use synthetic nerves, that’s no problem, we need to get specins of her nerve activity and then transplant them onto Si Anweisitan."
Lille watched Gwen in the observation room catching the last projectile, then throwing it onto the spiderweb in front—
Gwen did more than just dodge and catch; she even neatly arranged them during the process.
Her movents were so effortless that it seed she wasn’t wearing a neural capture suit but rather a ballerina’s dress.
After finishing, she waved to Peter and Lille in the lab.
"That’s enough for today, you are too good, Gwen," said Peter through the microphone, as he opened the laboratory door.
Lille looked at Peter, giving him a aningful pat, "She is indeed amazing. How long do you think you’ll need to have the first batch of results?"
Peter thought for a mont, tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and spoke while typing: "The current neural suit is too... too rudintary, electrophysiology is simply not enough; I need to conduct a more detailed study on Gwen.
I need functional MRI, near-infrared spectroscopy, magnetoencephalography... these are for her miraculous sensory abilities.
It seems she also has a subconscious system for sensing danger and reacting, at least that’s what she says, but all I can see here, apart from her keen senses, is...
Well, this is a big project. After completing the records and recreating them, we still have to design Si Anweisitan...
By the way, why is this prosthetic called ’Si Anweisitan’?"
Lille shrugged, "It could also be called Speedware; that’s the official na.
But don’t you think ’Si Anweisitan’ sounds more divine? A combination of the Sanskrit for ’rapid’ and ’holy place’, it has more flavor than the previous na."
Si Anweisitan, broken down, translates from Sanskrit as ’Sand’ and ’Devistan’, and it’s unclear when the officially terd Speedware began being called by this na.
Directly translated as ’Rapid Sanctum’, perhaps for so users, using Si Anweisitan is like entering a rapid domain, a realm where they can behave unrestrainedly.
"Pretty... pretty good."
"Indeed, pretty good."
Gwen walked out of the observation room, put down her helt, and shook her hair.
"Now that you know I beca this way because I was bitten by a transgenic spider, do you think finding another spider like that and having it bite soone would turn them into ?"
"Almost impossible."
Peter and Lille answered this question in unison, looked at each other, and Lille gestured for Peter to explain:
"Discuss any further questions among yourselves, since Peter could be considered a graduate under Professor Conners’s supervision, he should be able to answer your questions in this area.
I’ll leave you to it. For any related questions, you can use the assistant AI of your project for research assistance, it’s an expert in this area.
The information collected will be sent to its learning database, and it will provide you with suggestions about the project’s progress."
Little Octopus appeared on the screen, giving Peter a thumbs up.
"Okay," Peter nodded. "I need to borrow the full-body prosthetics manufacturing equipnt in the advanced prosthetics laboratory to update the collection equipnt tomorrow, and it will be ready for use the day after. It will probably take about a week to complete the collection..."
[Little Octopus: Then I will need about a week and a day to complete the project (ง’̀-’́)ง]
Peter opened his mouth, feeling that this AI was a bit... lively.
Lille finally discussed the basic theory of Si Anweisitan with Peter and left the laboratory after they started the second round of tests.
The ti he had in this world was uncertain; he needed to upgrade the cross-dinsional production industrial system technology again to improve its stability in order to counter the increasingly severe fluctuations in the speed of ti.
The world was quite peaceful recently —
If you disregard the booming industry chain of Stark Military.
Lille pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting in his wheelchair and made his way to his office.
As the door opened, he looked at his office, empty yet bustling, and felt rather reflective.
’Bustling’ referred to the ability to monitor the latest developnts around the world here: the intensifying protests, the increased military troops in North Africa, the standoff between the Somali Governnt and the new Somali Governnt...
Although Lille, V, and Jack were having a lively ti causing a stir in another world, Lille often simultaneously dealt with and contemplated the political situation here.
For instance, a new swing state planning to introduce products from the Atlas Group, the i Army sending another transport plane to North Africa, fleet adjustnts...
And the upcoming first ceasefire negotiations between the Somali governnt forces and the new Somali governnt forces...
The world had beco a powder keg, and nobody knew which location might be the spark, but he was sure he could be that spark.
This was ’bustling,’ and ’empty,’ referred to the fact that he was alone here —
As ideological differences intensified and began to affect the real world, causing more conflicts, those who wanted war were sure to increase, whether from Atlas or Rocksen.
It was strange for Lille to say, but he still thought: Pressing the button of destruction was easy, but on a macro level, destruction and collapse were addictive; once you fell in, it was very hard to escape.
He had family, friends, colleagues who believed in him and he in them, and even... even so for whom he wanted to create a better world. In such situations, who would want to keep sinking indefinitely?
This was a pressure but also a thought difficult to understand, and in this room, it was his alone.
Think about it, Gwen and Peter, who were supposed to lead double lives, both had partners to share secrets with.
Hum—
The data projection of Little Octopus suddenly appeared in the middle of the control room, pretending to work hard, feverishly typing on the keyboard, wiping sweat, and gesturing at Lille with a tentacle:
[Little Octopus: Big brother, co! The African Union conference is about to start.]
Lille smiled and reclined in his chair.
[Lille: Connect .]
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