Chapter 599 - 570: Medical Device Intermediary

Humanity crafted the neural network theory, which formed the cornerstone of today’s brain-machine interfaces, essentially creating AI to help them control machinery.

Humans have never completely understood this process, because it was too complex and brain-burning. With AI available, there was no need to bother since it felt like reinventing the wheel with a low efficiency.

Munemasa was both astonished and puzzled, as he witnessed Lille trying to replicate the AI’s method of controlling machinery.

But he wasn’t AI, and that shouldn’t be possible: Just as humans don’t believe monkeys can think like humans, AI didn’t believe humans could think like AI.

Outside the toilet clinic, there were quite a few people, and the scene made everyone outside a bit scared.

What kind of cyber monster was undergoing surgery in there?

However, the ones who eventually came out looked very human, in fact, exceedingly so.

Having replaced their damaged Subdermal Armor and synthetic skin, Jack and V’s appearances became more normal, and without those damaged Prosthetics constantly irritating their brain-machine interfaces, walking became much easier for them.

Compared to their previous condition, the power output of their Prosthetics had greatly decreased, but the comfort had slightly improved.

Jack moved his arm, feeling a bit disappointed: his gorilla arm had been removed, and now he had a bionic prosthetic limb custom-made on-site, modeled after his original arm.

As for the original champion gorilla arm from Old V, it had also been packed up and put aside for the time being.

V didn’t feel much of a change; her Prosthetics were always optimized for coordination and speed. Now, her movement speed might have decreased, but her coordination had returned to its peak, and her reaction capabilities had increased even further.

Those outside saw two Lone Wolves with human-like appearances walk out of the operating room, but it wasn’t the same with Allen...

He admitted he had been a bit too loud just now.

What he had seen was a freak: Lille had completed the delicate parts of his Prosthetics adjustments on the way, and the tasks that followed were relatively easy, simply switching Jack’s arm and giving V a new Enhanced Achilles Tendon, and so on.

He could do such tasks with his eyes closed, so later, he also climbed onto the operating table—

To cut out a tumor from himself!

And while at it, he also switched Prosthetic Eyes.

[Qilusi Eye "Oracle"]

[Description: This advanced Qilusi Eye system is crafted for the most demanding users, utilizing breakthroughs in neural connection technology to provide unprecedented support for visual functions while integrating the most powerful scanning algorithms available on the market.]

Lille twisted his neck, where his Hacker cooling fins took up part of his back and neck, with most muscles replaced by ergonomic components. Now, with added lubricant, it felt much more comfortable.

"How much?"

Only when Lille stood up from the operating table to settle the bill did Allen snap back to reality.

He felt like he was in a mechanized synthetic flesh factory.

"Um... ninety-four... let’s make it eighty-eight thousand for you," he said, and then quickly added, "This Eye is top-notch gear my buddy labored to strip of its copyright backdoors, you won’t regret buying it..."

Qilusi is an optical imaging giant. Prosthetic Eyes are one of their key industries, and they place no restrictions on the sale of these eyes. In other words, as long as you have the money, you can buy any and all Qilusi Eye products, as well as a series of internal plugins to enhance the Prosthetic Eye’s functions.

However, Qilusi included this clause in their terms for users after becoming monopolistic:

All footage recorded through the Prosthetic Eye camera plugins is the property of Qilusi.

Copyrights are what these conglomerates value the most and they tend to enforce them with a strong hand. That’s why the backdoor in the Eye has always been something Lille was wary of. His previous Qilusi Eye was an antique, with outdated electronics but decent optical zoom, which meant it was bulky.

Now, that concern was gone.

[Munemasa: All the backdoors in Qilusi’s product have been cleared.]

[Munemasa: This Eye is indeed outstanding. Let me optimize it for you.]

Qilusi was a Japanese company, and Munemasa was a Japanese AI, researching its fellow countryman.

Lille stood up, all his scars fully repaired through micro-sculpting, except for his clothes, which were still tattered. His appearance was completely restored.

With Munemasa’s adjustments, his Prosthetic Eye flickered and spun repeatedly, causing Allen’s intact biological eye to shudder.

Lille patted his shoulder: "The good friend you mentioned, is he that Sammy kid in the market?"

"Uh..."

"Whoever did the job, it wasn’t clean. Can you get the equipment I mentioned just now? If you can, I’ll provide some quality goods in return."

Lille signaled to Jack with his eyes.

Understanding instantly, Jack stepped over to the machine used for testing strength and extended his large hand into it.

This wasn’t the kind of device that tested strength by striking; it was an enclosed tester into which one could insert an entire arm.

When the subject exerted force, the inside sensors picked up the information. Furthermore, the contact between skin or prosthetics and the machine, utilizing direct current and brain-computer interfaces, could assess the functioning of the body and muscle cells, making it a fairly standard procedure.

Jack had just upgraded to a lightly customized bionic arm. Given his size, he could accommodate a bulkier arm, allowing for more artificial muscles and greater power. However, normally it would only match the strength one would expect from a big bruiser like him.

But since this was a full-body strength test, it also took into account leg power—

Which is where the Lizard Rage components came into play.

"Huff—"

Jack forcefully raised his arm. The test readout: 9, an excellent score, even among the big and burly Lone Wolves, it was considered good.

This exceeded the arm’s supposed maximum capacity—not by much, but it certainly did.

Before Allen could even let out an exclamation of surprise, Jack’s legs suddenly burst into action!

This time, it was different. Allen, who was close by, even felt the floor tremble!

Click click click click click—Boom!

The testing machine rattled, and the numbers soared to 15!

What did a 15 signify?

The ability to sprint down the street holding an MK31 heavy machine gun, like a human-shaped turret, that’s what!

Those limbs clearly weren’t military-grade prosthetics, so the secret had to lie in those legs.

Yet, it seemed as if everything in those legs but the bones and joints was natural.

"Doctor..." The nurse peered apprehensively at the state of the machine and felt a bit afraid of the trio of cybernetic monsters.

But Allen brushed her hand aside instantly.

"Quiet, I’m thinking."

He pondered over what kind of prosthetics the big man used. As for the machine, it wouldn’t break.

Even if it did, he had to think first.

While joking, Jack withdrew his hand, shaking his head slightly in disappointment. It seemed he was not satisfied with the arm’s strength.

Allen observed this.

Seeing the other party interested, Lille said, "Quality goods; I can find you a supply source if you’re willing to consider switching to a medical equipment middleman."

"I..." Allen pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "I won’t do it. That kind of work is too brain-burning, and the risk isn’t small either. I’m not interested.

However, I can tell you where I get my stuff and put in a good word for you. As for the supply source... I don’t think there are many people who can use this kind of prosthetics, just leave me a few."

Lille nodded slightly; that could work. After all, the job of a prosthetics doctor was quite unique, not particularly lucrative, but sufficient, and most importantly, low risk.

"Deal. I’ll handle the bulk orders myself, but I want a small batch right now."

"Alright—" Allen immediately began checking his inventory. "As for that connection you mentioned... Do you know about the impressive sports star training facility in Dog Town?"

"Hmm... I understand."

Lille glanced outside the clinic—

No wonder there were so many kids waiting in the hallway to get fitted with prosthetics.