Legend of the Cyber Heroes-Chapter 68 - Day 1 Progress

68: Chapter 68 Day 1 Progress

68 -68 Day 1 Progress

After cybernetic enhancement, humanity had strayed from the threat of “disability.” The horror of “disability” for humans lies in its irreversible deprivation of certain intrinsic functions.

But for Cybernetically Enhanced People, the terror of “disability” was no worse than “skin bleeding,” at most akin to “getting a bruise.”

Because prosthetic bodies could be easily replaced.

Even more, as long as there was no concussion, Cybermen didn’t even need to “heal.”

However, conversely, they could not rely merely on “food” to “self-heal.”

They needed to carry a large number of parts that could not be naturally produced, ready to be replaced at any time.

And these parts often required specialized production equipment to manufacture.

This also meant that behind every Cybernetically Enhanced Person there often stood a developed technological system and a significant amount of resources.

Of course, Natural Persons also needed vast resources to survive long-term.

However, a Natural Person could gather food within the biosphere to sustain life.

He could collect the necessary resources in most places.

It was somewhat more difficult for Cybernetically Enhanced People. freeweɓnovel.cøm

You could not expect nature to grow a gear of specific specifications [although the Helicoprion of the Mesozoic and the Issus planthopper of the Cenozoic both evolved gear structures, they obviously couldn’t be directly used as prosthetics], nor can you expect nature to produce a capacitor [though theoretically feasible, even with living cell batteries like electric eels, such organisms were never discovered—and would be difficult to utilize directly if found].

They essentially offset the time cost needed for “healing” with the labor of producing resources in factories and developing prosthetic bodies in research institutes.

If Natural Persons were confined to the land by agriculture, then Cybernetically Enhanced People were confined to factories by industry.

In this regard, governments with a complete industrial chain naturally held the advantage.

Those government elites could casually use high-performance, high-precision yet easily worn prosthetic bodies.

Like the prosthetic legs Xiang Shan used, they had artificial muscle fibers break in every fight.

Once the number of broken fibers exceeded five percent, their performance visibly declined.

It was a design that needed constant fiber replacement.

To save fibers, Xiang Shan had now taken those legs off and switched to a spare pair.

Whereas the prosthetic bodies used by the folks at Recycling Station Town could last over ten years each.

Lev and Gleayard’s prosthetics were not so unfortunate, but they were robust, bulky, and easy to maintain.

If Xiang Shan had companions from the Hero Faction, then he might have been able to obtain supplies through these allies.

But since he had lost all his memories and couldn’t find his organization, the only one he could trust was an apprentice like Yuki.

You certainly couldn’t expect this kid to procure various resources needed by Martial Artists.

So, “transporting via vehicle” was the only choice.

“Donkey” was an automated vehicle, which, when necessary, allowed Xiang Shan to leave “Donkey” to fight enemies and return to “Donkey” to recuperate after the battle.

Even if the donkey was destroyed, it was just a loss of materials; it was better than being incapacitated with materials and ending up dead.

“This cart looks good.” Xiang Shan checked Yuki’s work: “The tires are well-made…

uh, and there’s room for the legs.

Not bad.”

Even though “tires” were very energy-efficient, that was limited to “flat terrain.” Once off the road, the off-road capability of the wheels would be put to shame by “legs.” So, although Xiang Shan had equipped this cart with wheels, he would still let the cart sprout legs to traverse complex terrains when necessary.

As for those legs, naturally, they came from the lackeys of Organization Z.

Usually folded on the inside of the tire, when the “Donkey’s” prosthetic eye detected complex terrain, the legs would automatically extend, elevating the chassis.

They could also serve as spare limbs.

Very convenient.

“However, it’s a bit narrow.” Xiang Shan looked over the cart: “After making a foldable solar panel roof, the interior space becomes very limited.

I was planning on bringing a 3D printer.”

Though Cybermen were bound to factories by industry, “technology” also offered them a path to liberation.

In that sense, a 3D printer could indeed be called a “Divine Artifact.”

Just as blockchain supported the transmission of Inner Strength and Martial Studies, the 3D printer supported the Hero’s need for prosthetic bodies.

3D printing technology didn’t require specific production lines or casting modules for a particular product, so there was no need to gain cost advantages through “assembly lines” and “mass production.” All that was needed were digital models.

And with a 3D printer, having models for each of the printer’s components meant it could “self-replicate.”

It could be said, if information flowed smoothly enough, then a single 3D printer could act as a spark that ignites a prairie fire, allowing the weaker to break free from the stronger’s control over resources.

“Two small 3D printers, I have to at least take one apart to go.” Xiang Shan thought: “This space…”

Yuki sighed, “Master, if we can’t work outside, then it can only be this wide.

Any wider and it might not get through the tunnels.”

Xiang Shan did not allow Yuki to work outside.

The bright light from welding could easily be locked onto by satellites.

Though they had already made themselves conspicuous by eliminating Daniel and Little Edward’s group during the day.

But still, it was slightly better than being “more conspicuous.”

Naturally, the tunnels of Organization Z restricted the size of the cart.

If the conditions allowed, Xiang Shan would even want to build a gigantic truck, three to four meters tall and five to six meters wide, to fit the entire maintenance workshop inside.

But that was clearly impossible.

“Then, I’ve also transferred the method of applying protective coloration to your chip, remember to find the correct spray paint,” Xiang Shan continued to instruct.

Yuki nodded.

After checking his disciple’s assignment, Xiang Shan once again headed towards Little Poison Insect’s training room.

The pair of prosthetic hands that Xiang Shan had been using—originally belonging to the Blade Guest Ronconi—were being disassembled in front of the maintenance instrument.

The real value of these prosthetic hands lay in the high-frequency oscillating generator between the palms and fingers.

This generator could produce specific mechanical waves that cause metal fatigue, efficiently breaking down metal crystals, and could also rely on infrasound to trigger resonance in the enemy’s brain nerves, and in some cases, use ultrasound to shatter biological cells.

In short, it was a very versatile and valuable device.

Xiang Shan planned to dismantle this system and then reconfigure it onto his new prosthetic hands.

After all, apart from this generator, the other performance qualities of these hands were quite subpar.

They were too focused on “handling a blade,” and their structural resistance wasn’t strong.

As for Xiang Shan’s original prosthetic legs, they were also being hurriedly refurbished.

But frankly, the type of blue, semi-transparent synthetic muscle fiber seemed to be a rare resource.

Xiang Shan had collected some in the fort, but it was only enough to last him a few more battles.

But he couldn’t find better prosthetic legs either, so he had to make do with these.

The water in the bath was still heating.

In another ten or so hours, the transformation would be complete.

“Very good, very good,” Xiang Shan nodded in satisfaction, then double-checked the schedule.

“First day, progress is good.

‘Donkey’s’ upgrade task—OK, the disciple is somewhat useful; skullcap—OK, now I am once again a tough guy with a filled Heavenly Court; Ronconi prosthetic hand disassembly—OK.

Indeed, these non-customized prosthetic bodies just need to be handled by automated equipment.

New prosthetic framework—OK, because the 3D printer’s performance is stronger than expected, the task was easily accomplished.

Now, the schedule can be slightly accelerated; new prosthetic’s external armor—the alloy part of the armor is already forged, tomorrow we can go on to add damping and electromagnetic-resistant carbon fiber lining.

According to this pace, the new hands can also go online tomorrow.”

Xiang Shan nodded in satisfaction at this.

“Then, the task for the next three hours is ‘rest’.”

Thinking this, Xiang Shan gradually disconnected his brain and sensory systems, setting a program to “wake up if certain parameters exceed the threshold.”

Since Xiang Shan’s body was a prosthetic, he didn’t need to specifically lie down to rest.

The only organ he truly needed to rest was his brain.

Even if he slept standing up, there would be no muscle fatigue.

Before falling asleep, Xiang Shan’s attention was focused on something else.

That was the hard drive that Little Poison Insect had been clutching in his final moments.

Little Poison Insect’s memory told him that this was knowledge from the “Demon Sect.”

“Demon Sect,” another unfamiliar concept.

Admittedly, when the concept of “chivalry” was created, it was indeed largely influenced by “martial arts novels,” but that didn’t mean you had to emulate every single element from those novels, right?

This kind of behavior was just too sick.

The original Martial Artists raised the banner of “chivalry” to fight against the oppression of autocrats.

He probably just appropriated an existing cultural concept to articulate his stance—essentially, a reverse merger.

This is by no means equivalent to saying that he wanted to transplant all concepts from martial arts novels into reality.

That’s what Xiang Shan believed.

He was indeed very curious about the true nature of the Demon Sect.

Additionally, the technology displayed by the Demon Sect also piqued his curiosity.

If he wasn’t mistaken…

then according to the clues obtained from Little Poison Insect and Gleayard’s memories, the Demon Sect might be exploring “the impact of altering brain neural structures on the human psyche.”

The mathematical structure of the human brain “might” be superior to that of a Turing machine.

Why it has such extraordinary mathematical properties, and what its physical structure looks like, remains an unresolved mystery.

However, since the brain has this characteristic, it’s understandable that some would want to seek superior modifications from a biological perspective.

“No, now is not the time to look at that,” Xiang Shan still suppressed his curiosity.

He was currently being tracked by the government.

Perhaps the next moment, the pursuers would arrive.

Therefore, he must prioritize tasks like the “new prosthetic body.”

The new prosthetic could only be forged here, while the data could be studied when there’s more time in the future.

“Let’s endure it for now.”

Thinking this, Xiang Shan shut off his vision.