From black technology to super engineering

Frankly speaking, when Ita said that she wanted a "body", Ye Ming was stunned for a few seconds.

His mind is full of the image of Alita and the widow in the super body.

// "Alita: Battle Angel" and "Super Body"

But when he saw Ita's design for her body, he didn't know whether he was disappointed or relieved...

The body that Ita designed for himself conforms to the mechanical structure of human beings walking upright on two legs, but it does not have a good-looking skin at all.

In short, she doesn't seem to be aware of human aesthetics.

"I've looked at various bipedal robot designs, and none of those designs work."

"Especially your design, especially not!"

Ye Ming couldn't laugh or cry.

——The Brain-Computer Center has been designing a biped bionic robot for more than half a year, in preparation for the future "stand-in armor".

If you listen to bionics, you will know that this thing must be based on the structure of the human body. How can it satisfy the aesthetic feeling of mechanical design?

Ita’s voice was filled with enthusiasm: “I can design a mechanical structure that fits the human model, it will fit the perfect mechanics scheme and control scheme, and the structure will also conform to the golden ratio – don’t humans particularly like this? "

"……yes."

"Then it's decided, although I think six legs are much better than two."

"..."

Hearing this, Ye Ming couldn't bear it.

He understood.

Poor child, because there is no human aesthetic concept, all thinking is based on data... Therefore, she subconsciously feels that the optimal solution that conforms to each formula is the most beautiful.

From the perspective of mechanical life... it seems that this is indeed true.

"Well, you do the design first, and then make a list of materials - don't show off your computing power!" However, Ye Ming's warning was still a bit late after all.

Because ita told her in the next second that the bill of materials was complete.

"Well, it seems that you really need to be tortured by reality to understand the meaning of the truth of 'what you get on paper is always shallow'." Ye Ming couldn't bear to discourage her enthusiasm, so he just sighed.

Ita's voice was unconvinced: "I don't think realistic torture is still valid here—if you mean all kinds of accidents."

"Well, very good. Fly back first, and you have to add a robotic arm to the drone, and you have to try to control the machine tool."

It took another two days for Ye Ming to install his previous robotic arm on the chassis of the drone, together with another simple three-axis small robotic arm, so that Ita can achieve various combined operations, such as opening and closing windows. windows and so on.

However, Ita said that none of these will work, and it is better to be fully automatic.

"Well, whatever you want, you can place an order yourself if you need anything - pay attention to the frequency of capturing data packets, so as not to be recognized as a crawler by the website."

"no problem!"

...

As the weather gradually gets colder, the time has entered December.

The brain-computer center next door has been surrounded by a construction site for a month and a half, and finally officially broke ground.

In the design, two main buildings will be built here, one is the brain science research center building, and the other is the quantum computer center.

The construction site broke ground, and construction noise was essential, so that the research center set up a special room for sound insulation, which served as a temporary meeting room for the research group.

As for the usual experiments and data analysis work...

Let's put it this way, many people in the research center have developed the habit of turning day and night upside down, working at night when the construction site is closed, and sleeping with earplugs during the day.

In this environment, even if the machine tools on the first floor were screaming every day, not many people cared.

mid december.

A black BYD Han passed through the narrow passageway crowded by the fence of the construction site, and stopped at the gate of the research center.

Then, with a smile on his face, Professor Tang pushed open the driver's door, took out a small folding wheelchair from the trunk and opened it.

At this time, the back seat door opened, and his wife helped a thin young man slowly move out at a snail's speed.

Professor Tang pushed the wheelchair to the young man, but he didn't help, but looked at the young man with encouragement.

"Dad, can you respect the disabled?"

Unexpectedly, the young man raised his head and was very dissatisfied: "Help me!"

Tang Zhigao was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked at his wife and smiled.

The couple helped up their son together and let him sit in the wheelchair.

Not far away, a group of young people headed by Ye Ming rushed out of the building.

...

"Ye Ming, thank you."

"Senior Sister Mogu, thank you."

"Senior Brother Sheng Fei, thank you."

After being hurriedly carried to the third floor by the crowd, Tang Haowen looked at the crowd, called each one by name, and thanked them earnestly.

Professor Tang and his wife stood behind their son, they didn't echo their thanks, they just looked at everyone with a smile.

After all, he came here today not as the director of the brain-computer center, but as Tang Haowen's father.

My son underwent an operation a month ago, and his recovery is not "perfect" - after all, he has lost control of his body for more than two years, and everything needs to be "trained" again to regain his feeling.

But compared to these, what is more important is that his son has regained his confidence and enthusiasm for life.

This time, the son wanted to come to the Brain-Computer Center to thank Ye Ming and others face to face, and then cooperate with the experiment. His wife did not support it, but Professor Tang supported it.

The son finally "lived" over, as a father, how could he have the heart to reject him again?

And he fully believes that with Ye Ming and Mo Gu around, it is absolutely impossible for any nonsense accident to happen.

...

In the next experiment, Professor Tang's wife did not observe.

Although she knew that her son was cured by a chip, she still felt a little too horrified when it was her turn to "write data" into her son's brain.

But Professor Tang himself, as the leader of the research group, coupled with his trust in Ye Ming and Mo Gu, sat opposite his son throughout the whole process.

"Haowen, you need to adjust your mood next." Mo Gu unbuttoned Tang Haowen's down jacket, exposing the back of his neck.

There is a row of data wires on the back neck.

This was Tang Haowen's strong request to stay before undergoing the operation - he said that no matter whether he succeeded or not, he would fight fate to the end and fully cooperate with the brain-computer center.

It's a pity that not all patients have this kind of thinking - under deliberate cost suppression, a similar high paraplegia recovery operation in China currently costs no more than 50,000 yuan, which is not even comparable to installing an imported pacemaker.

However, among so many recovered patients, there are not many who are willing to cooperate with further scientific research. Coupled with various subjective and objective reasons, until now, similar scientific research institutions all over the country have not done a good job. Comprehensive analysis of the spinal nervous system.

Not to mention truncated experiments.

"Well, I've adjusted it. But if you say you're not excited, you definitely can't." Tang Haowen gently moved his hands and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Mo, am I the first to do the truncation experiment?"

"As far as high paraplegia is concerned, yes - at least in China, and abroad, Harvard and Oxford have done it, but they have not succeeded because there are still too many interferences."

Tang Haowen nodded, with sunshine on his pale face: "Well, it's okay, I have a pure mind and less interference."

Everyone laughed.

Amidst the laughter, Sheng Fei and Liu Jiequan appeared at the door pushing a humanoid robot.