Chapter 611 - 582: Remote Prosthetics

Lille was testing weapons, and what Fiona saw was quite frightening.

She was first startled by the high explosive armor-piercing bullets on the van. The door was made of 50 mm homogeneous high-strength steel and ceramic composite, which could withstand RPGs and machine guns without any problem, but the van was using high explosive armor-piercing bullets!

One shot completely penetrated the steel door, scattering fragments, and three men in suits approached, to be precise, one man in a suit, one woman in a suit, and one person in a wheelchair wearing a suit.

The door was then utterly dismantled.

This action seriously frightened Fiona: the Sports Academy used a very advanced remote visiting mode.

Clients would utilize high-end virtual reality equipment similar to access pods to connect to sensory robots located within the venue, serving as the clients’ stand-ins, seeing what they see, feeling what they feel—

With the explosion occurring, could business really continue? After all, this international black market flourished because it was not only clandestine but also secure!

However, Fiona quickly noticed that the clients on the scene did not react at all, seemingly oblivious to the commotion happening outside.

The main venue was underground, and the soundproofing was indeed intact, but the explosion caused significant vibration. Even on the first underground floor, a subtle tremor was felt.

These sensory robots were top-notch, and those controlling the robots were even craftier; they should have immediately disconnected and evacuated from the scene at the slightest disturbance.

But now... everything was normal?

[Burger King: Don’t panic, the sensory modules of the sensory robots can be adjusted. However, your technician seems to lack skill; I’ve turned them off already.]

Fiona blankly gazed at the orderly exhibition venue as the three thugs in suits entered unhurriedly.

The sensory robots were quite advanced, and to make users feel comfortable and believe that their senses had not been tampered with, many communication protocols were preset and made public. All data concerning the remote prosthetics, including even the hardware IDs, could be looked up on official websites. To cut off the senses unilaterally...

Could it really be done? After all, these were European imports!

Lille waved at her from the front, and she, not knowing what was happening, blankly returned to her office...

As she pondered, she suddenly recalled that just an hour ago, someone had contacted her proactively, offering to provide security.

But Lille quickly dismissed her idea.

[Burger King: It’s normal to feel dizzy, but you’d best stay alert. Don’t even think about running or calling for help; that would only complicate matters.]

Considering that so far, despite the terrifying actions of the three thugs, no one had died, and business seemed to be going on as usual...

She might as well listen to him.

Fiona adjusted her mindset, sat obediently in her chair, and watched the three big brothers leisurely inspect the area on the monitor below.

No, there was also a child...

[Fiona: Attention everyone, a high-level VIP has entered the venue!]

...

From the outside, the Luxor Sports Academy already stood out in Dog Town, even the whole Taiping State seldom saw such a completed building, and from the inside, it was even more splendid.

The elevator took them down to the first basement level, where fresh air, through an invisible air filtration system, filled the underground space. Despite being subterranean, the air inside was fresher than outside in Dog Town.

Upon entering, one could see the solid ebony front desk standard for high-end venues, adorned with abundant chrome-plated metal as decoration, the panels emitting a soft glow reflecting the advertisements of Biotechnology Companies on the wall—

"We advance the world."

Such décor was nothing new to Lille, but for Jack and V, though they had made a lot of money, they hadn’t spent much in such upscale places.

At best, the afterglow restaurant and the private booths of the Next Life nightclub were fine. They had only gone to the former for a meal, and the latter, while a display of their privilege, was just a small room with the grim underground scene outside.

This place, on the other hand, was not much different from a genuine corporate high society setting.

It was evident that not only the security team had fled the venue but also some of the staff: the front desk was clearly designed for 2-4 employees to work together, but now only one technician remained.

The technician was genuine and straightforward, not one of those who wore sunglasses, dressed in suits, and were all tech from head to toe.

The straightforward technician seemed uneasy about the recent explosion but had no choice but to remain dutifully on duty—

A humanoid remote-controlled robot emerged from a chamber opposite the front desk.

"Everything is normal on your end, and the connection quality of the language-motor integration interface is very good. Welcome to visit the sports arena, please come in..."

Hardly had the technician finished speaking when he saw several big guys coming down from the elevator, his whole body jolted like he had been injected with a stimulant—

The Luxor Sports Academy was indeed a high-end place, but it was set up in Dog Town, where you’d find fraudsters, thieves, and tough guys you don’t want to mess with. If you couldn’t tell them apart, it was impossible to make it here.

And the trio in front of him were the worst kind of murderers, cyber maniacs.

"Burger King deals with fucking big shots..." The technician read off the name with a bit of stiffness, "If any information regarding the athletes... um, this way please."

V burst into laughter at his demeanor, "Yo, not finishing? We’re not robbers."

The technician didn’t know what to say and, plucking up his courage, he continued, "If any leak occurs with the athletes’ information during the transaction, we will terminate any cooperation with... um, Burger King deals with fucking big shots.

If possible, I suggest you start your visit with our high-end bar, where drinks are on the house..."

"How cordial."

V led the way, heading straight for the bar.

But Lille glanced at the wall of prosthetics opposite the bar—these perception-controlled robots were also classified as prosthetics, considered a form of full-body prosthetics.

The current inter-dimensional cooperative system connecting two worlds is based on sex doll chips, and its essence lies in treating workers as processors, coordinating the operation of industrial robots in another world.

Due to the time and spatial differences between the two worlds, the system operates with reference to a key node or process in the production flow and feeds back to the brain through a series of algorithms. After processing, the brain outputs the instructions, which are algorithmically corrected to drive robots in the other world.

Essentially, it still uses the workers’ brains, treating them as processors in the semi-automatic production line and providing a certain computing power.

In terms of efficiency, it actually isn’t that high, but the key is that it is sufficiently confidential.

But lately, with the physical differences between Lille’s two worlds growing increasingly large and the time flow rate no longer a stable one-to-one but frequently fluctuating, he often had to manually adjust a series of parameters on the production line, severely affecting productivity.

Lille had indeed tried to get V to use similar prosthetics, but that was only feasible when the time flow rate was stable, and he supervised and adjusted the prosthetic data in real-time.

Such remote prosthetic technology seemed fitting as the next template for improvement—

Introducing some AI algorithms would greatly enhance production efficiency and resilience, and one could consider extending this inter-dimensional capability beyond the relatively closed-off scenario of a "production line."

Seeing Lille intrigued by the remote prosthetics on the wall, Jack nudged him forward.

The technician at the front desk, noticing Lille’s interest, immediately said, "If you’d like to experience remote prosthetic technology, you can connect the system interface..."

Before he could finish, Lille’s mechanical hands morphed into tools, opening up the surface of the prosthetic to find the access port on the spot.

The machine data went offline from the network in an instant, trembling on the spot as if having a spasm—

The technician’s worst fear was such a scenario: a machine becomes a brick under illegal firmware flashing and is instantly scrapped, but even more terrifying is the possibility of it suddenly becoming violent and harming someone!

The prosthetics were indeed for civilian use, but the power of the motors inside was not low; what if something went wrong and one of these big guys got smacked in the face!

As he sweated bullets, the machine stopped shaking and looked at its hand that opened and closed...

A bit stiff, but not much.

Lille sat in a chair as if asleep, while the machine spoke out:

[Not bad technology...]

The technician witnessing this scene had a dusty memory from company training unlocked—the one he thought he’d never need:

"When a machine and prosthetics are completely reprogrammed by an unknown and mysteriously superior signal and exhibit exceptional motor skills or even human-like behaviors, please immediately contact network surveillance."

Does this count?

He looked again at the menacing demeanor of the group.

This doesn’t count... right?

The technician returned to his post, muttering incessantly in his mind, I don’t see it, I don’t see it, I don’t see it...