Chapter 9
The Beginning Of The First Machine
The backpack was full of small size self-powered maintenance tools, a lot of components and the high strength screen standard wafer, these things were all ordered on the net, cost Sheilor more than ten thousand dollars. Fortunately, the present logistics industry was extremely advanced in the federation, these things also not the materials of control, thus he didn’t lose any time, he was ready to repair those two touch screen for good which he broke last night. But when he walked to behind the terminal light screen, he found out that those piled together by him carefully screen fragments… Were missing.
Put down the heavy backpack in surprise, Sheilor had a touch on his own head, along the gangway ladder on the machinery leg, climbed into the operating cabin of the prototype mecha, somewhat gladly to find that two touch screens appeared by the sides of his hands, he had the extremely good mood at this time, couldn’t help to have more gratitude to the Pear Garden university, but he just didn’t know that these two light screen were changed for good by steward Ken, who was responsible for the cleaning and the clear-up of the H1 area.
Although the childe of the Tai family always just had this steward Ken shown up by his side, but actually this private butler was leading five groups, up to sixty professional staffs, to have the all-around services exclusively for Charlie Tai one person, changing two touch screens for good in one day was really a thing too simple.
Sheilor of course didn’t know that he had gained some advantage from another great personage, enjoyed the highest level logistics service in the whole federation. He had already sat inside of the operating cabin, began the practice of the level VI, but he conducted extremely cautiously tonight, controlled that stream of tremble in his body or the output strength of the hot stream consciously…
Very wonderful, it’s very wonderful, facing those getting quicker and quicker light lines and color patches on the light screen, Sheilor even didn’t have a blink on his eyes. All carved into his own brain, yet just by thinking about it, the muscle and nerve seemed to pop up a channel suddenly, that share of hot stream or tremble would along that channel, royally and rapidly transferred his thinking to his fingers, thus could move quickly on the touch screen, input one after another commands.
But it’s still very embarrassing, the best score eleven point eight seconds improved point one second than last night, could this also be counted as an improvement? The sweat all over Sheilor sat in the cabin seat weakly and limply. The sweat dripped down along his black hair, his fingers ceaselessly shivered slightly because of the excessive exercise, this kind of shiver purely was the after-effect of the exhaustion, didn’t have a bit miracle in it.
Sheilor sat in the operating cabin on the mecha abdomen as if thinking of something, kept recalling every act and every move which uncle had in the valley in the first place, the fingers imitated those once seen movements. Suddenly, he stood up, looked down along the side mecha interlayer of the operating cabin, couldn’t help to blow a whistle, it looked like that there were still some differences between the drawings and the reality. Although those data flexible flat cables and the sensing devices were under the cover of the mecha, but they didn’t have the insulation control between with the mecha. Faintly, Sheilor roughly understood, how uncle Fengyu that pair of magical hands controlled the mecha movements through the mecha surface-- Probably that kind of tremble in the body, could leave the human body, formed some kind of similar to the current or data stream thing, entered into the data transferring line through the surface of the alloy mecha.
This was a whimsical thought, the human body was not the generator or even not the sensor, how could it possible to have the exchange with the machine through the current or data stream? But in addition to this, Sheilor really could think of a way to explain the ability which uncle once displayed. Sheilor sat back into the seat, and then fell into the long thinking, if he wanted to prove his guess, proved that kind of tremble in the body could transfer into the fixed frequency band wave under certain circumstance, or even could control the mecha, then he needed to enter into the top laboratory of the federation.
It’s been a year, in Sheilor’s body that kind of could burst forth tremendous power tremble had been hid under his skin, no more could catch the attention that much, but became certain kind of slight numb hot stream, kept circulating along some certain channel in his body… But this was nothing to do with he operating the touch screen. Unless he could obtain an already been eliminated whole body interaction console of the mecha.
Sheilor wiped off the sweat from the forehead, enjoyed the clean breeze which blew in from around the console. It was said that the handling and the comfortableness of the present series mecha were even a bit better, but he was already very satisfied. In the breeze, he looked at his that pair of shivering slightly hands in a trance, didn’t know how he could release that share of hot stream in his body to the outside of the skin, let alone to mention how to use this stream of power to control the three big systems of the mecha. But even the slow coach, would also know at this time, that the ten postures which boss uncle taught him in those years, was a kind of how mysterious and strong ability, he looked at his hands blankly, suddenly felt the fear, felt that if he kept going on like this, it’s afraid of only one thing that he… Wouldn’t be himself anymore, but would become a machine, but just didn’t know whether it’s a killing machine or something else? But so what about fear? That kind of strong curiosity and the desire for the unknown, still urged on him, let him to self-explore on this without any teacher path, totally forgot the original intention which he just wanted to repair mecha, more and more sank into the mecha and his own body these two endless scopes.
What on earth boss uncle said the first machine in those years really referred to?
The exhausted but in good spirits Sheilor walked out of the room. A whole new world had already pulled open the curtain in front of him, his mind was full of the excitement totally not correspond to the body fatigue. Facing this kind of mysterious but unknown world, perhaps some people would be scared, some people would try to avoid, but not Sheilor, he would just like to wait gamely for what might happen in the future.
The door of the opposite room was still shut closely, the sound insulation was extremely good H1 area was all quiet, on the lit green light by the door indicated that somebody was inside. From the hot coffee and the went-bad cakes in the lounge, Sheilor knew that unknown name “companion” at this time was also the same people of last night. He looked at that door curiously, thought in his heart, it’s already so late in the night, besides him, even would have somebody who couldn’t go to sleep two nights in a row? He couldn’t go to sleep, just because his mind was occupied by those bizarre and beyond understanding things, but what about that people inside there?
The “Goo Goo” grunting belly reminded him that he was in the state of extreme hunger. Sheilor walked into the lounge with the bitter face, finished his that share of soybean milk and deep-fried dough cake voraciously, and then began to look at the soybean milk and deep-fried dough cake which he brought to that man originally with green eyes. Sheilor had already confirmed at this time, every time once he used that kind of tremble power in his body, then he would fell into the hunger state afterward. When he broke the plastic rope in the East Forest Region, it was so; when he practiced in the gatehouse every night, it was also so. His spirit was tightened to the extreme, and the hunger also reached the unprecedented degree, these little soybean milk and deep-fried dough cake really couldn’t fill up his belly.
He mumbled some words in a low voice, it seemed like that he was apologizing to the air, and then picked up a piece of deep-fried dough cake, swallowed it down quickly, but he still didn’t feel satisfied… He kept staring at those not much food on the tea table, took a sip on the lips, somewhat embarrassedly opened his mouth to have a smile, picked up that cup of coffee quietly.
It was still over there, that no taste guy really came to here
as expected, the sweat all over Charlie Tai stared at the table in lounge with the unhappy face. He saw the soybean milk and a piece of oily causing headache thing in the paper bag, he picked up that piece of paper, saw some words written on there again.
“I’m very sorry. Brought the food too less today, really hungry, so just leave you a piece of deep-fried dough cake, and also drank your coffee… But looks like that you are also sleepless lately, coffee this kind of thing, better to drink a bit less. Huh, Huh.”
When Charlie Tai saw the last “Huh, Huh” two words on the paper, it seemed to have a giggly face flashed in front of him, he should be very angry, but didn’t know why, he had a wry smile instead.
Charlie Tai took out the soybean milk and the deep-fried dough cake from the paper bag, suddenly he was somewhat in a trance-- If somebody wanted to harm him, he would likely put down the ordinary food more than twenty days continuously, just to let him to drop his guard, what else couldn’t those people do? He looked at the soybean milk and that called deep-fried dough cake in his hands silently, had a flicker of malicious expression flashed on his face, seemed to decide to make the riskiest gamble in his life.
He frowned his eyebrows to drink down the soybean like drinking the poison, and then gnawed the deep-fried dough cake with the tittering sound. After that, he sat down on the chair in the lounge, stayed blankly for a half day. Long time later, he said to himself in a low voice, “Deep-fried dough cake? It seems like that the taste is well enough.” he lost the interest in his favorite roe cake, a flicker of mild luster flashed in his eyes, he thought for a moment, picked up the pen and wrote down his reply on that piece of paper:
“Cheapskate.”
After he had this act which even he himself also felt incomparable childish, Charlie Tai walked into that room subconsciously, began to callout Sheilor’s training data to take a look. Even he also didn’t know, why he would have such great interest in that intruder. As expected, the insistence time for the level VI still stayed on eleven point some seconds, Charlie Tai mocked slightly to think that this guy was really an idiot. But when he was going to leave, his frowned the tips of his eyebrows, always felt on those lines of data, looked like that there were some incompatible places.
“Master, the analysis result of the First Academy is out.” Steward Ken looked at Charlie with some worry, he was responsible for cleaning the H1 area, of course he would know those left on the paper handwritings, but without his master’s permission, he wouldn’t dare to move it. He lowered his head and reported, “Been identified by the laboratory over there, they consider these data are forged.”
“Forged?” Charlie turned off the light screen on the wall, frowned up his eyebrows, somewhat didn’t understand what the matter was, these obviously were the training data of that idiot, why after identified by the experts of the First Military Academy, would have the been forged this conclusion?
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