From scrap mecha to sci-fi heaven

"Cough, just so-so."

Looking at the boy's idol-like worshipful eyes, Lin Yu coughed twice.

Although he did have knowledge of mecha engineering and could be considered a serious mecha engineer, he got it by cheating after all.

When someone flatters you in person, especially a young boy, it always feels a bit awkward.

Fortunately, as the convoy officially set off on the road, Xiaoliu's excitement finally faded away because he had to lead the way.

The guide was Lin Yu, and naturally Lin Yu's fully enclosed van led the way, Qiao Wa and his teammates drove the jeep side by side, and the young man surnamed Zhao's accompanying vehicle followed behind.

The wasteland was barren and there were no roads. Sometimes it was a bumpy puddles, and sometimes it was a dry mud with sparse yellow weeds. The car was speeding and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

"Brother Lin, I heard that Mr. Zhao is also a mecha pilot, and he uses a second-generation mecha. Do you know what a second-generation mecha looks like?"

After a while of the boring journey, Xiaoliu couldn't help but ask questions out of curiosity.

"The main difference between the second-generation mecha and the first-generation mecha lies in the interaction mode. The first-generation mecha mainly uses somatosensory interaction, while the second-generation mecha uses neural signal interaction."

Lin Yu didn't spend much energy driving, so he explained to the boy casually:

"Because of the use of faster and more precise neural interaction, the pilot can operate the mecha more delicately and flexibly, and the body design often tends to be humanoid bionic structure.

Neural interaction plus bionic body can perfectly use various fighting skills and tactical actions, and even make anti-joint actions that violate the normal human body.

And neural interaction technology is also the basis of medium and large mecha , using the reverse transmission signal of nerve interaction to create pain and the sense of impact, so that the pilot of the large mecha can immediately realize that he is being attacked and identify the location of the attack.

Don't think that the pain sense evolved by our biological evolution is all negative. Biological mastery of it is not to make oneself suffer, but to better identify and evaluate the response to danger.

Whether it is hit, the location of the hit, the degree of injury, etc., all rely on pain for timely feedback. If there is no pain, we may be stabbed in the back and bleed to death without realizing it..."

Lin Yu's explanation is very detailed and easy to understand, and Wang Xiaoliu listens to it with more admiration and admiration.

The more technology develops, the more subdivided it will be. For the same mecha engineer, it is very likely that some people are only responsible for the engine, some are responsible for the transmission system, and some are responsible for sensing, various mechanical theory guidance, etc.

But the advantage of upgrading through the light blue panel is completeness. It is said to be a fourth-level mecha engineering, which includes all aspects of the fourth-level mecha engineering, and it is all-round.

This is far beyond the reach of even the same level of mecha engineers, and it is also the biggest reason why he can manufacture mechas alone and replace a team of others.

Lin Yu, a level 4 mecha engineer who can see the overall situation, explains the theories and key points of various mecha designs, and Wang Xiaoliu has extraordinary talent, so the benefits he gets are more than just a lot.

The more benefits he gets, the more he listens to it, and his respect for Lin Yu rises.

"Brother Lin, according to this, the second generation of mechas are completely crushed by the previous generation of mechas?"

After listening to the class, Wang Xiaoliu did not forget to ask thoughtfully.

"Otherwise, why are they called the first and second generations? It's the gap between the times and versions."

Lin Yu smiled as a matter of course, and comforted: "Of course, it's not entirely true. There are also differences in skills, mentality, timing, etc. between pilots. Combat is not a comparison of numbers in the game. It is possible to defeat the strong with the weak."

"That's just a possibility, and the probability should be very small, unless there is a big gap between the pilots."

Wang Xiaoliu was obviously not satisfied with this answer, and felt a little lost and disappointed.

As a humble boy, I always look forward to the story of counterattack and reversal, where the little people defeat the big people.

After all, many times, stories often reflect myself.

Lin Yu's mentality is different from many years ago. He just chuckled and said, "Why do you have to go to extremes and defeat the strong with the weak? Accumulate your foundation, improve your technology, and keep yourself at the forefront of technology. You are the one at the top."

"So you can think like this."

After being enlightened and changing your perspective, the boy suddenly felt that the sky was wide and the earth was vast, and his dim eyes were shining again.

Looking back, I feel the difference between the two, and I look forward to it even more.

…

The team raced through the wilderness for a whole day.

It was a time when the days were short and the nights were long, and the weather in the wilderness was also unpredictable and changeable. As the sky darkened early, the group had to set up camp on the spot.

There was an RV with them, and Zhao Xing even brought a chef with him, so there was no need to worry about food. Everyone picked up firewood and built a bonfire on the spot, which was a different taste.

It was a pity that Lin Yu was still a little bit isolated from the crowd.

Qiao Wa and his five teammates were mercenaries, and Zhao Xing and his accompanying logistics personnel were a mecha team. Both were independent and familiar circles. In a short time, it was difficult for Lin Yu to integrate into them.

It was not intentional isolation. Nodding and smiling to greet each other was not lacking, but there was still a sense of alienation. Only Wang Xiaoliu could get together and laugh with each other.

During the whole dinner time, Qiao Wa and others were on duty and checking the surroundings with clear division of labor, while Zhao Xing was circling around Old Man Zhang.

"Hey, Lin boy, come on, come on, talk to me for a while."

Perhaps because he was annoyed by Zhao Xing's circling, Old Man Zhang left the RV and ran to Lin Yu in the corner next to the campfire to hide in peace.

"What?"

Lin Yu actually didn't quite understand Old Man Zhang's attitude.

He was annoyed with Zhao Xing, but he had a kind of smug attitude towards himself.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he didn't have much contact with Old Man Zhang, let alone friendship and closeness.

"Let's talk about you first. Do you know why Zhao Xing doesn't take you seriously even though we are both mecha pilots?"

Old Man Zhang looked like an old and experienced man, and laughed.

"Maybe he doesn't think I'm a pilot, but an engineer."

Lin Yu shrugged, probably knowing what Zhao Xing was thinking.

Mecha pilots and mecha engineers, the former are the core of the mecha team, and the latter are just technicians. In the eyes of the Mecha Association, the former are naturally more valuable.

And in fact, it is indeed so.

After all, the production and development of mechas has become a mature industrial system.

Compared to a designer, a truly elite pilot, or a researcher who can truly develop new technologies, is obviously a more rare existence.