Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 26 The operation is over
Although nowadays, the implantation of prosthetics has become a common and normal thing, even "natural persons" who do not have prosthetics will be discriminated against to a certain extent.

Certain groups of natural persons that call for "rejecting prosthetic implants and returning to one's original nature" are one of the common targets of ridicule on the Internet. Various memes emerge in an endless stream, and cross-dressing, fishing and verbal abuse never stop.

but.

A person's mental endurance is different, and it is impossible to implant prostheses indefinitely. The theoretical limit of transformation for ordinary people is 50%, but under normal circumstances, 40% is already a very dangerous threshold, which is likely to cause cyberpsychosis.

Taking the middle class as an example, for this reason, most of them maintain a transformation degree of 15%.

Even for mercenaries with a clear need for force, the number would not exceed 35% - but the human body is no match for implanted prostheses. The former is constantly exposed to gunfire and fighting, so what should be done with the remaining organs that have not been replaced? We can't just let them hold us back and become a gap in the wooden barrel theory.

If you fall behind on the battlefield, it can really kill you.

Thus, equipment like [White Armor Type III Power Arm Guard] came into being.

In the box in front of Song Shi, there was an arm guard lying quietly.

The exterior is painted dark white and does not adopt the common streamlined design. The overall style appears heavier, like the arm guards worn by ancient armored soldiers.

But going a step further, the five fingers can be completely wrapped in the front guard composed of a large number of fine scales, without any dead corners or gaps.

Although the overall design is mechanical, there is a neural link port inside the "White Armor Type III". When a person puts his hand into the arm guard, he can connect through the neural link port, greatly improving the control accuracy.

——This is one of the combat plans to replace "implanting prostheses".

Compared with directly replacing the arm with a prosthetic limb, this method only requires a nerve port implantation surgery in the arm, which is semi-transformative and significantly reduces the pressure on people.

Of course, there are disadvantages. First, it is inconvenient. After all, external equipment cannot be worn all the time, and it is easy to be caught off guard when encountering emergencies, unlike prostheses that can be used anytime and anywhere.

Second, compared with complete "prosthetics", even if the latter can greatly improve the control accuracy through neural connection, it will still be somewhat worse, just like the difference between "your own arm" and "external equipment".

The culmination of this combat plan is [Exoskeleton Armor].

Theoretically, the strongest and most mass-producible exoskeleton armor in the world is the "Blessed Armor" of the [Vampsta Empire] - but that thing is actually forged with a certain amount of psychic technology, at least in Song Shi's case, it has been declassified as an exoskeleton.

"White Armor Type III."

Looking at the power arm guard in front of him, Song Shi suddenly felt that things had changed and people had changed.

In the previous life, that is, twenty years later, due to poor market performance, the [White Armor] series had been discontinued for seven or eight years. The last product released was the White Armor VIII Promax version, which was hailed as a sentimental work that was made to make the last fortune before death.

But for Song Shi, he still has certain feelings for this series.

The early models of [White Armor] were a little more difficult to operate, but their performance was among the best among products with the same market positioning and price.

Of course, some people may think that "high operation difficulty" is a big problem, but Song Shi has never encountered such a problem.

——Is it true that someone can’t control it as they wish after using it more than three times?

Therefore, Song Shi used the [White Armor] series for quite a while. Unfortunately, the later models became worse and worse, and coupled with its low-end market positioning, it could no longer keep up with Song Shi's combat intensity, so it was gradually removed from his equipment configuration.

"Amiqaba, just use your right arm."

Song Shi lifted his sleeves, revealing his right arm with smoothly muscular lines - his original body didn't really exercise much, but after the physical strengthening brought about by "psychic awakening", this body was already comparable to that of a top natural athlete.

"Ah."

Amiqaba nodded.

Song Shi lay on the operating chair, let the instrument beside him fix his right arm, and waited quietly. After waiting for a while, he found that Amiqaba had not come yet. Song Shi could not help but turn his head and saw that he had taken out a cushion from somewhere, knelt on it, and bowed to the portrait on the wall.

He was still muttering words like "The 291st Great Physician Venerable Chi", "Jivabha bless you", "The operation was successful", "I sincerely wish for it".

Song Shi was silent for a moment and chose to respect individual differences.

Although as far as he knew, apart from the "state religion" of the Vanpusta Empire, which integrated politics and religion, with the faith of a huge empire and thousands of years of religious worship, there was a truly artificially created "sacred entity" named "God".

The rest of the world's myths are nothing more than legends formed by various characters and events in the long history, the embodiment of certain special ideologies, and the derived belief cognition and specific cultural system.

The prototypes of those mythological characters are nothing more than some ancient psychics.

——Even in my previous life, with the spiritual power at the peak of the fourth ring of the [Dayuan] path, it was enough to knock down 90% of the prototypes of mythological characters.

but.
Song Shi respects individual differences.

After Ami Kaba finished worshipping the statue of Jivaka, just when Song Shi thought that the operation was about to begin, he saw the former snap his fingers, and then a row of speakers suddenly popped up on the wall, and a powerful music sounded in the operating room.

"Ek ladki thi deewani si! Ek ladke pe woh marti thi!"

"Nazrein jhukake sharkake! Galiyon se guzarti thi——"

As the music played, Amikaba's temperament changed instantly. His prosthetic right hand made a click and a series of tools popped out.

Amiqaba's face was dignified, his feet were moving fast, and he moved closer while spinning non-stop. Each movement looked very exaggerated, but it matched the rhythm of the music and had a unique beauty.

Song Shi opened his mouth, but chose to keep it shut.

Respect ethnic differences.

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Thirty minutes later.

"A set of twelve nerve relaxants. Remember to take two a week, or your whole arm will rot. Don't come to me to make trouble when that happens. I will only give you two shots."

"Also, please note that your prosthetic level is too low. Even if it is a power arm guard, don't wear it for too long. Three times a day, half an hour each time is enough. If you wear it more than that, be careful of amputation."

Amiqaba folded his arms and looked at Song Shi who was moving his arms.

His fee was indeed not low, but Song Shi had to admit that his skills were worth the price. The entire operation went smoothly, cleanly, and without any accidents.

As if he had guessed what the other party was thinking, Amiqaba sneered, "It's just a small operation, how could something go wrong with me? You don't think it's that difficult, do you? No way, no way, no way?"

Song Shi sighed and said nothing.

Next.

The operation was completed. After all, the two of them had no friendship. Song Shi picked up the suitcase and announced his departure. This suitcase was a gift from Amikaba, and it contained White Armor III arm guards, powerful stimulants, blood coagulants, fast-acting bandages, and a full-band blocking jammer, the [Ring of Atat].

A few minutes later.

A cry of pain was heard in the clinic.

"Shit! I didn't even mention the scalpel!"

"That guy still managed to sneak away! My scalpel--! (Damn miser)!"

(End of this chapter)