Chapter 275 - 256: Change or Loyalty

The technology used by the Governor was highly advanced.

Once brain signals could be converted into readable machine signals, mechanized prosthetics were no longer a problem.

The medical team involved was quite advanced, and the plan was quickly determined to implement the implantation of prosthetics without causing significant cognitive decline.

Although Lille was confident his team could create the most precise mechanical prosthetics, the cold prosthetics lacked a feedback system.

Human skin is densely packed with nerve endings and also has a unique softness and hardness, making the tactile system quite complex.

Ordinary prosthetics, composed mainly of metal and synthetic materials, were unlikely to incorporate a large amount of high-tech materials used for nerve feedback.

This type of almost entirely mechanical prosthetic differed greatly in perception from a human’s original arm, potentially causing permanent cognitive changes over time—

In 2076, this was considered one of the causes of cyber psychosis.

Many high-tech companies spent a lot of money on high-end custom services, densely packing the feedback circuits in the prosthetics used by elite individuals to avoid discomfort.

And those used by mercenaries, the Combat Prosthetics, were an entirely different thing, looking cool and imposing, but causing great cognitive damage.

While the other type looked almost unchanged, it could keep a person as clear-minded as possible.

However, although Lille’s team could manufacture the most intricate mechanical structures, they had not yet begun research into a tactile feedback system.

Thus, the implantation of the Governor’s Prosthetics adopted a plan to enhance native functions, focusing as much as possible on less perceptible areas.

Like the skeleton.

Small holes were drilled into the bones, integrating circuits that processed electrical signals, then using a complex mechanical structure on the circuits that simulated muscle contraction under point stimulation.

In the Cyberpunk World, this component could already utilize advanced bionic fibers.

However, Dr. Octopus’s super-precise structures were also viable and, due to their brilliant construction, potentially held greater potential than the bionic fibers.

These mechanical bionic constructs derived from the Octopus Arm structure were termed "mechanical muscles" by Otto, located both outside the bones and underneath the skin, ensuring that the forces remained below the skin surface and did not cause significant cognitive shifts.

Meanwhile, dense alloys were filled into the extensively altered skeletal structures, supporting the body to withstand great pressure.

These muscle constructs would now provide the Governor with more than twice the strength of an average person, while the alloy-mixed skeleton allowed him to endure nearly three times the pressure of normal humans.

Of course, these were all theoretical values.

"...yes, I was in a car accident a few days ago that almost smashed my skull."

Governor Newsom, on the podium, spoke eloquently to New York’s voters. Except for some barely noticeable stiffness in his walk, one could hardly tell he had nearly died just a few days before.

Yes, after regaining consciousness, he chose New York as the site for his first speech.

Having come all this way and being healed, why not seize the opportunity to show off a bit?

Voters crowded around the podium, waving various banners and flags excitedly below.

Lille watched all this from the control room.

This speech was to be disseminated as widely as possible through the internet, where a powerful opponent still existed.

Newsom walked back and forth on stage, smiling broadly at the voters, arms slightly outstretched, "But I have no problems now!"

With that, he clapped his hands, and several muscular young men came up to the stage carrying a massive barbell.

A gasp came from below.

The Governor smiled slightly, rolled up his trouser leg, and revealed the black armor attached beneath...

He opened one of the armor pieces, revealing rows of mechanical muscles inside.

"Shit, it’s the fucking Terminator!" an excited voter stripped off his shirt, revealing a large tattoo on his back of the classic image from the movie.

The Governor grinned knowingly, pointed at this excited individual, and reached for the barbell.

Gripping the barbell, his mood suddenly surged, and he blurted out a swear word—

"Watch closely! It’s the fucking Terminator!"

"True, I did have a car accident, broke my spine, and experts at the California hospital said even if I woke up, I’d be a vegetable!

But now..."

The Governor exerted his strength fiercely, the rows of mechanical muscles locked and pulled, enduring immense pressure!

Under the astonished gazes of the people, he lifted the barbell over his head!

Struggling to maintain a smile, the Governor said, "200 kilograms! Just a fucking appetizer!"

Bang!

The barbell was dropped, hitting the ground with a dull thud!

"200 kilograms—whew! I just got out of the hospital and can lift this much, feels like I’m young again, awesome!"

"Awesome!!" "Cool!" "fuck me!"

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak, and the Governor, too excited, ripped open his shirt, revealing the mechanical muscles attached to his skin!

He paced briskly across the podium!

"See this! This is technology!" he pounded on his chest, shouting grandiosely, "You can all enjoy these too!

In the United States, there are over 10 million people disabled due to industrial accidents or congenital conditions, a finger section, a patch of skin... all these can be repaired!

Instead of creating more disabilities in the world, why don’t we focus on our own people?

Disabilities, neurological diseases, blood shortages... these medical predicaments desperately await our resolution, not killing a penniless poor soul on a land thousands of miles away!

God, they are destitute enough, and do we want to rob these poor souls?

The only thing we need to eradicate is the poverty, inequality, and backwardness within us, not the unlucky fellows thousands of miles away!

Adversity means this country needs change, and war is definitely not the answer!"

The speech gradually transitioned to releasing political views while Lille in the control room, inserted several cables near his neural interface.

Hydra’s information technology consultant, Dr. Zola, was a genuine human-like AI and couldn’t be handled just by tapping keys or using an access chamber chip.

These neural pickup electrodes could assist in activating Lille’s neural computing power as much as possible, making it easier for him to mobilize the computing power of the control room.

In Marvel World, there were no mature fixed access chambers, but Lille’s spinal Prosthetics was itself an experimental Prosthetics that could directly convert the implantee into a wetware computer.

It could completely replace the fixed access chambers—here, he didn’t need to hide.

[Interdimensional Material Transport: Crow Microcontrol Type 4 Access Chamber Chip]

[Technology Points -900]

[Current Technology Points: 2000]

Lille inserted the chip, lay down in the cooling liquid, the heat exchange device buzzed as Si Anweisitan initiated, from the spinal cord to the brain nerves...

Look at the Cyberspace of this world...

Lille had just connected to the server when his perception began to extend along with the network equipment—

Immediately after, he discovered enemies hidden in the network continually conducting cyber attacks!

If you only look at the control panel, it would be almost impossible to spot an error!

...

"Mr. Reich, this is a top-secret mission."

"Your target is a former Marine Corps captain named Frank Castle, who carried out many covert operations during the war in Afghanistan, carrying significant secrets."

"But despite the high regard our country has for him, he chose to reject military recruitment and instead got involved in gang activities, interacting with various criminals."

"We’ve just received intel that a gang will stage a shootout in front of the Osborne Building to hit him."

"This is an excellent opportunity to test the combat capabilities of the Death Warrior, by killing the gang members during the fight, bringing peace to New York.

Then, you must strike Captain Castle, this treacherous deserter and traitor."

Finally... you should know, Governor Arnold Newsom is nearby giving a speech, please make sure, absolutely make sure not to implicate the governor."

"Although he is our main competitor in procurement cases, this is the United States, and we should defeat him legally in the political arena."

"However... this is still a high-level operation, eliminating the target is still the top priority."

"Yes, the scene will be spectacular, your concerns, we will address them, you just need to eliminate the target, everything else is not a problem."

"Yes, you just need to eliminate the target, I don’t want to repeat myself a third time."

"For the United States."

The Death Warrior, through a window, locked his electronic eyes on the governor who was speaking.

And a considerable distance from the podium, a family of four, parents with their son and daughter, stared in awe at the governor’s feats.

The boy pointed to the governor, flexing his muscles, seemingly asking his father if he could be that powerful.

The father hesitated and stammered that it was nothing special.

The warm family, they were also the target of the Death Warrior.

If someone could see his eyes, they would realize how much he admired and was reassured by the equipment on the current governor.

This reassurance turned into guilt, avoidance, and fear as his gaze shifted to the family of four—

But quickly, as his body entered combat mode, his brain functions allocated to weaponry and equipment...

These bits of sentiment would also become fragmented due to lack of mental support.

At the last moment, he noticed a message box appearing in the upper left corner of his vision:

"Michael, this is a great chance for you to make a name for yourself.

It’s time to serve your country."