Shang Lu stayed in the office until past one o'clock in the morning. Bai Shuzhen accompanied him until past one o'clock. The girl sat far across from the office, neither approaching nor far away. She turned on the computer and didn't know what she was reading. Her white face was covered with The backlight of the monitor turned into a faint blue, and my eyelids couldn't stop fighting.
Phytolacca sat in an armchair with his helmet on. He was silent for a long time and couldn't help but say:
"You can lie down and take a nap."
Bai Shu suddenly woke up, rubbed his eyes and asked:
"Can I sleep with you?"
Phytolacca mercilessly refused:
"no."
The little girl wrinkled her nose, yawned loudly, and turned to look out the window at the workshop.
"The fight should have started by now."
"Do you know what is the most insurmountable barrier for human pilots on the battlefield against angels?" Shanglu suddenly asked.
Bai Shu thought for a while and shook his head.
"What is it?"
"It's the reaction speed." Phytolacca replied, "The reaction time of the human brain has a limit. It is almost impossible to break through this time to less than 100 milliseconds. The propagation speed of the electric field in the wire is the speed of light, but the transmission of nerve signals in the human body The speed is much slower, about only one hundred meters per second. The visual signal enters the cerebral cortex through the optic nerve, and then the brain responds. No matter how fast the speed is, it takes 100 milliseconds. If the process of directing the body muscle activity is added, then This time will be longer.”
"The physiological structure of the human body determines that humans are actually low-speed creatures. We can improve limb strength, movement speed, and even computing power through tools, but we cannot change the decision-making speed of the brain." Shanglu continued. Said, "No matter how powerful the brain is, no matter how much thinking efficiency is improved, no matter how much calculation speed is increased, as long as it is the brain of a carbon-based creature, it will eventually hit a 100 mm copper wall."
Bai Shu nodded.
"Angels are different. Humans have never faced such an enemy. Compared with humans, they are not like living things. At least they cannot be carbon-based living things. Just imagine, if there is an angel, it projects in the three-dimensional space every minute. The time is only one hundred thousandth of a second, so we can’t catch it.”
"Then we are no longer human beings!" Bai Shu said.
"This is actually what we are doing." Phytolacca raised his hand and tapped the helmet on his head. "The BCI system is gradually integrating the human brain with computers. Invasive electrodes can directly collect the activity of the cerebral cortex. Signals and calculation tasks are handed over to supercomputers. Look at it this way...gradually silicating carbon-based organisms is the way to fight against angels."
"If one day, humans can defeat all angels." Baishu said, "What will be sitting in the cockpit of the giant machine?"
"That's a good question." Shanglu leaned forward and pushed forward the thick maintenance manual of the giant machine, and the dictionary-like manual slid to the center of the table. "All my knowledge comes from this book, but there is nothing in this book. Give an answer.”
"It's scary to think about it. A few years later, when we opened the cockpit cover of the giant machine, there was a squirming semi-mechanical brain filled with wires and optical cables." Bai Shu shuddered, "I hope it's not like that. In the future, I prefer to open the hatch cover and see my beautiful sister."
But we are heading towards that future, girl.
Phytolacca said in his heart.
He recalled the projects he had participated in in automation. Before coming to 151, he thought they would stay in the laboratory forever as technical reserves.
If defeating the angels requires giving up the identity of a human being and completely turning into a weapon with intelligence, thought and consciousness, is that the right path?
Can it still be called a victory for mankind?
"They're back!" Bai Shu suddenly stood up, exclaimed, and rushed to the observation window, "Honglian is back!"
Shang Lu stood up and was pulled by the cable on his helmet. He took off his helmet and threw it on the seat. He also rushed to the observation window to take a look.
The vertical transfer door of the 110 workshop cavern was slowly moving open. Phytolacca and Baishu were startled at the same time. The latter raised his hand to cover his mouth.
The red lotus standing on the moving platform was covered in mud and was incomplete. The left arm and shoulder were neatly cut off, and they didn't know where they landed. The cut surface was solidified with black molten metal, like a scab on a wound.
The giant machinery slowly moved back into position, and the working surface surrounded Honglian. Workers from the maintenance team appeared from all directions, and Shanglu saw dirty white coats standing on the highest working surface.
"Did the mission succeed?" Bai Shu turned his head and saw that Phytolacca had disappeared.
Phytolacca has already picked up his helmet and went out.
"Hey! Hey... Phytolacca, wait for me!"
Shang Lu left the construction office, ran wildly through a straight passage, and slammed the elevator, but the elevator failed to come up on the ground floor for a while, so he had to turn around and take the stairs.
Spiraling all the way down in the narrow stairwell, from the eleventh floor to the first floor, Phytolacca ran down in one breath with a low body, and then hurriedly passed through an employee-only path.
The path leads directly to the side door of Workshop 110. It is a very narrow tunnel. Workers and cadres in the workshop often commute from here. It is not only convenient, but also because there are toilets on the road.
Shanglu suddenly stopped suddenly and almost fell down.
The young girl stood at the door of the women's bathroom, bent over and supporting the wall with her hands. She was still wearing the bloated and heavy force feedback control system. Her short black hair was wet, as if she had just washed her hair, and the ends of her hair were falling down. dripping water.
She turned her head and glanced at the visitor with tired eyes.
"Shen..." Shanglu wanted to call out her name, but hesitated.
Not only because of the bright red nosebleeds on the girl's paper-pale face, but also because of her unfamiliar and indifferent eyes.
At that moment Shanglu felt intuitively certain that she didn't know herself.
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Old Man Ji put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and frowned so high that he could put down a table.
His eyes moved from Guren's head to his chest, then to his shoulders, and finally focused on the cut left shoulder. The red line of the Lighthouse Angel opened a huge hole in the giant machine and cut off most of the shoulder joint. And two arms. The two arms are still left outside and have not been picked up.
Half of the shield was picked up, and it was cut in half evenly in the center. The most heat-resistant material in human history, tetratantalum and hafnium pentacarbide, was destroyed in the first second it met the enemy.
Mr. Ji said that it can withstand direct injection of high-temperature jets of 4,000 degrees Celsius for at least ten minutes. During the 151 test, this shield indeed showed very excellent performance. It could not be hit by a high-energy laser at close range. Mr. Ji was full of confidence. Send it to the battlefield, but it doesn't earn back any face.
Why don't you struggle? You were chopped down without even a struggle. Don't I want to lose face?
Tetratantalum-hafnium pentacarbide looks like a piece of paper in front of the lighthouse angel, which is completely inconsistent with theoretical predictions.
Old Man Ji was puzzled, what's going on?
