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The reason why Yang Lei is so angry is because the control center is the most core key part for a mecha, and the position of the control center of a mecha is also set in the most secret place of the mecha, responsible for controlling the actions of the mecha. Except for the pilot and the original designer, there will be no third person who knows, and if it is possible, it can only be Henry in front of him, because as the internal beta of the Phantom, he has the ultimate authority higher than the pilot.

As we all know, a mecha is composed of several system parts, and these system components work together to form a complete power system, and it can be said that the steps in this process are not as simple as the computer invented by human beings.

Henry, who was lying on the ground, slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took off his new black suit, and took off his tie, and the muscles of his body under the white shirt were still clearly outlined. You must know that as a professional-level test pilot, the Federation's efforts to it are not a little bit, from social status to diet and daily life, everything is the most suitable hardware conditions for test pilots.

Obviously, Henry, a man who is almost thirty years old, has not slackened his training for a day, he loves fitness, and has the best martial arts in the Federation to provide special guidance, so even if he does not have a strong physical fitness like a mobile suit, his fighting skills are not inferior to anyone, which is also closely related to the daily work intensity of the test pilot's daily operation of the mecha.

"Stop!"

Walking out of the noodle shop, Asimov looked at Yang Lei and sighed, and said, "Forget it, let him go!" ”

"You don't believe me?"

"No, if the two of you have a duel, I'm sure you'll win!" Asimov continued: "However, even if you win him, it won't make him change his mind! He has been brainwashed and completely reduced to a lackey of the Federation! ”

"Heh, even a lackey is better than you are now!" Henry's eyes were red, obviously irritated by these words, and at this time, a bodyguard wearing sunglasses stepped out of the car, pulled the car door and bent down to look at Henry.

Seeing this, Henry calmly returned to the car and said through the window: "Old man, don't blame me for not reminding you, since you have left your job now, it is best to leave things that are not related to you!" ”

"A madman, a fool! Hahaha......"

I don't know what means were used, but the luxurious extended Lincoln swaggered away from Fengyue Street, and when the police patrolling the street saw it, they didn't say a word.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, Yang Lei turned his head to look at Asimov, who seemed to have lost his soul, and said lightly: "Why did you never tell me this?" ”

"I don't know. I didn't expect that it was not only the student I poured the most effort into to die, but also the most trusted friend in my life, hahaha! ”

There was a bit of madness in the laughter, and the eyes of a generation of mecha ghosts couldn't help but moisten after facing the living betrayal from their side.

In the dreary atmosphere of the noodle restaurant, except for a few flies buzzing noisily, there is not a sound to be heard.

For a long time, Yang Lei looked at Asimov and asked softly: "What is the kind of experiment you just said?" ”

"You want to know too?" Asimov knows that there are not many people he can trust now, but Yang Lei is definitely one of them, and he firmly believes in this.

Lighting a cigarette and watching the smoke rise, Asimov said like a long-time smoker: "It was an unprecedented experiment, and the scientific name of the subject was On the Neural Response System of Future Mechas, of course, I call it the emotional system more often, which is more appropriate." ”

"Are you saying that mechs can have the same nervous system as humans?" Yang Lei asked incredulously, almost everyone knows that the nervous system is an important part of the human body, the simplest example is the human knee throbbing reaction, and some physiological instincts, all of which are in the subconscious of the nervous system.

"You should be more expert than me when it comes to me, the current mobile suit created by the Federation is nothing more than two kinds of control methods, one is the joystick centered on the control center, and the other is the keyboard operation, although these two ways can easily make the mecha have the ability to act, but the pilot does not have more opportunities to engage the enemy because of this."

Yang Lei nodded after hearing this, he knew this, and even some large mechs required two or more pilots to operate at the same time, so on the battlefield video left behind by the solar storm, people can often see the pilots busy around the control center in the cockpit.

"Boy, have you ever thought that although the storm has passed for so long, and the Federation seems to be peaceful now, if the storm comes again and the alien races take advantage of it, do we still have to use such backward methods to deal with those evil races?"

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten!"

Yang Lei stared at Asimov with wide eyes, and stammered, "You...... Are you saying that the storm will sweep through the Earth's circle again? However, more than 100 years have passed since the last eruption......"

"No, no, no...... Nothing is impossible in this world! I might as well tell you, once I accidentally saw a classified document from the hands of those old guys in NASA, which clearly explained that the sun has been running for a long time, the coronal layer has undergone changes that we do not know, and some charged particles are moving so fast that there are constantly charged particles breaking free from the gravitational shackles of the sun and shooting to all corners of the universe, and the storm is just a natural phenomenon with regular periodicity, so I guess that the time for the storm to come again is not far away, and it is approaching us day by day……”

Yang Lei was taken aback when he heard this, there were so many surprises for him tonight that he began to wonder if there was a powerful Protoss in the universe.

"Therefore, we must develop more powerful mechs before the storm invades the earth's sphere again, otherwise it will only be a matter of minutes for humanity to perish in the face of the attacks of countless unknown races......

"Do you have an idea of the design of the emotional system now?" Yang Lei returned the topic to mechas, assuming that one day this kind of thing is really invented, mobile suits will definitely become the most responsible profession on the planet.

"It's hard to say, after Henry deliberately destroyed the control center of the mecha, I have already conducted experiments on phantoms in some aspects, such as brainwave access ......"

"The result?"

Asimov shook his head helplessly: "When my brain quantum waves are mentally connected with the phantom, I can only reluctantly instruct him to do some simple routine actions, and he can't even bend his knees, so this kind of manipulation is also a great test for pilots, they must have spiritual power beyond ordinary people, otherwise if they are eaten by the mecha, they will ......."

"You'll be crazy on the spot!"

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