Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

[Fiona: I have arranged an online match for Matt in the Virtual City Youth Football League. The equipment in the laboratory will be used for the match. 】

[Fiona: There are relatively few people watching the Virtual City Youth Football League, but the equipment threshold is very high. Many scouts will use it to observe young athletes trained by professional sports academies like us to see if there are any. Nice seedling. 】

[Fiona: I will let him join the academy team to participate in the competition. 】

[Fiona: Have you seen our equipment? The latest neural capture and signal transmission device can achieve 95% simulation]

[Lille: Do you think any team will take a fancy to him? 】

[Fiona: Of course! I have never seen such a strong and stable body! 】

A strong body requires powerful prosthetics, and complex hormones or artificial hormones are needed to maintain the body's vitality.

However, a powerful prosthetic body means high-standard circuits, and a complex hormonal internal environment means that mental and physical abnormalities are more likely to occur. In short, any breakthrough in the human body comes at a cost. This kind of body transformation is getting more and more difficult. The stronger you are, the more likely you are to have problems.

But Matt, his prosthetic body is quite stable!

Even she didn't know if this was a prosthetic body: under the microscope, this prosthetic body even had living cells and looked more like a living body than an artificial muscle in the general sense.

As for Matt's spirit, it's completely the same as that of a normal human being, even the one he prefers!

[Fiona: I know this is the new product you are talking about. This thing will definitely sell out when released. Now I understand what you mean. Compared to the Savage King, this thing will definitely sell out. 】

[Fiona: I'm glad to join you. I will arrange the game according to your wishes. 】

[Fiona: But in Europe, European sports people may not be able to cooperate with us. I can try the markets in Asia, Africa and Mexico]

[Lille: Just as I said before, look at Mexico’s opportunities. 】

[Fiona: I understand. 】

Lille felt a little strange, because he was arranging work for a sports academy in a war-torn world, and preparing for war in a relatively peaceful world.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs and arms had been removed, and then replaced with freshly baked limbs equipped with bionic nerves——

After Michael's human experiments, this Atlas civilian basic full-body prosthesis has become very mature.

It has all the feedback that a human limb should have, and after replacing it, it even feels almost the same as the original limb.

After completely giving up the four arms, the demand for cell regeneration has been greatly reduced.

As for why Lille did not choose to completely replace it, of course it is because Atlas's craftsmanship is not yet able to reach the highest level of military technology, and he still needs this prosthetic body to serve as his last barrier on the Internet.

For him, the limbs are the most useless parts. In fact, even if he replaces his prosthetic body, it is unlikely that he can drag this body into a fight. It is worse than a wheelchair - now he has two worlds. They are all in wheelchairs.

After briefly replying to Fiona, Lille returned to the meeting here:

After the last conflict in the Somali waters, Somalia has been completely divided into two countries. The northern region is occupied by the original Somali transitional government and is recognized by the United Nations, while the southern region is supported by the African Union and establishes a new Somali government.

The current conflict directly involves the silence of an aircraft carrier. The application of the African Union's new electromagnetic gun in naval warfare has impressed the world. It uses low-level information warfare equipment to allow ships to implement wolf pack raid-style tactics. It has also become a A turning point in the world situation.

As the two regions were clearly occupied by Jingwei, people began to choose sides.

So after the presidential election, how things go here will be a benchmark, a benchmark for where the world is going.

The meeting took place online, with UN Security Council member Alexander Pearson and African Union Chairman T'Chaka as the elder brothers, and Abdi, leader of the Somali transitional government and leader of the new Somali government, as the representative of the conflict parties.

Abdi is a young man, skinny and short in stature, but as a regime leader on the front lines, he speaks firmly and clearly.

“.Somalia can only be controlled by Somalis, we do not need war robots that attack civilians indiscriminately, this is an act of aggression.

We only support one condition: you withdraw from Somalia, and then we will cease fire. "

His English is clear and has no accent, and this scene is one he has experienced countless times in virtual reality.

Yes, he has undergone brain-computer interface modification.

With advanced AI technology and think tanks, he has thought about this scenario countless times: he wants to calmly and resolutely say that Somalia will never retreat.

Such fluent English is actually a bit surprising when you think about it: after all, in a place like Somalia, pirates and robberies may require a translator.

For example, the leader of the Somali transitional government opposite him needs a translator.

The meaning conveyed by the translator on the other side was also very simple:

"Are you mistaken? We are the orthodox government of Somalia. You are terrorists. It is not the terrorists who set up a flag and call it the government or the country!"

Abdi immediately replied: "It was the Somalis who established the Somali government, not a group of Berries, let alone a group of combat robots that massacred civilians!

You have plunged the people into poverty, lack of food, and lack of clothing. If every Somali was given a ballot box to vote, you would have left long ago! "

"Ahem."

Alexander Pearson of the United Nations Security Council, an older middle-aged man and a politician who once won the Nobel Peace Prize, coughed at the right time:

"Such a discussion has no ending, but I want to support the rhetoric of the transitional government of Somalia. They were here first."

"Mr. Pearson," T'Chaka interrupted, "I want to correct you. There were Somalis first in Somalia."

Alexander paused, glanced at T'Chaka, and smiled: "You are right, King T'Chaka. In that case, why don't we use a more democratic method? Hold a referendum in Somalia."

Abdi sneered in a loud voice, directly interrupting Alexander's words.

The population of the area occupied by the Berry Army's combat robots is much larger than the population of the area occupied by Abdi.

The referendum is a fart: a swarm of death robots pointing guns at you and telling you they're here to survey satisfaction.

Is there anything more nonsense in the world than the occupying forces asking locals how satisfied they are with their services?

If the first round of negotiations was like this, it would never have come to fruition.

Fortunately, T'Chaka and Abdi had already thought about what they could fight for.

Abdi knocked on the table: "Referendum, impossible, if you want war, then just go ahead.

But we demand that the refugee channel must be opened, and you must send people out of the occupied areas. I don’t believe in your refugee protection——

You have caused tens of thousands of civilian casualties! "

"Sorry." Alexander smiled pretendingly, "But forced immigration is illegal. All I can say is that if someone wants to leave, he can leave, but..."

"No buts!" Abdi was very excited and pointed at the nose of the leader of the transitional government opposite, "They are just civilians! Look at the good things the Berry Army has done, look at the good things you have done!

Your one military operation alone caused tens of thousands of civilian casualties. They simply died of confusion. Let them go!

They did nothing wrong, they were just damn unlucky to be born on that land!

I don’t want to discuss the legitimacy of the regime. I just want to say that if you are still a Somali, look around you——

You want to get rich, you want to be the head of state, it doesn't matter what you want to do, but they are people like you, they know nothing, let them go! "

Alexander's mood was very calm and he didn't react at all.

To be honest, this request was somewhat outside of his medical and brain trust expectations—it was the least threatening request.

After all, what they want is territory, use the territory as a buffer zone, establish a front line, put pressure on the African Union, defeat Atlas and this group of niggas, help the funders gather wealth, and help Hydra control the world.

Since they have made this request, then I can consider agreeing to it, it is just a question of what benefits will be obtained in exchange.

So he immediately planned to interrupt the meeting and talk to people from Somalia's transitional government.

But something unexpected happened.

The leader of the transitional government's dark face became even darker visible to the naked eye, as if he was holding back his breath: "Okay! But who will evacuate? Where to evacuate people? I can't let you terrorists come in!"

The surprise was that this nigger from the Somali transitional government agreed in one breath.

Before Alexander could react, Abdi, who had already previewed these scenes in his mind, immediately transitioned to the next topic——

"There will always be a place willing to take them."

New Somalia cannot trust the United States and the United Nations. It is impossible for the Somali transitional government to extradite people to the African Union. This is for sure.

Then we can only find an unmatched middleman——

Such as the European Union.

Transport people to Europe.