CHAPTER 323: CHAPTER 103: MAID OPERATES THE MECH, NO ONE CAN WITHSTAND_3

Inside the instrument is a small bionic mouse, whose left forelimb has been severed, connected to a mechanical joint, extremely crude, with only a few fiber strands as thin as hair, which are connected to the negative electrode testing the voltage.

With the electrical stimulus, the mouse started to struggle, all three remaining legs moving incessantly, except for the amputated limb which showed no response.

Seeing this, one person sighed

"Failed again... Who brought that neural signal translation report? It doesn’t work at all?"

"The timing on it was from the 1970s, discovered by German scientists. How can we take what’s in games seriously? Who initiated this project, are they muddled?"

He sneered at this, inventing bionic muscles in the seventies, how many Nobel biology prizes could one win, how is it possible that there hasn’t been any news until now.

However, just the concept of consciousness diving is enough for Nobel himself to climb out of his grave to award a prize personally.

Another balding middle-aged man shook his head, he had also seen that report, very professional, wording extremely precise, not something an average person could make up.

"We must have overlooked some detail, maybe the joint protein synthesis got the amino acid sequence wrong, or it denatured for some reason."

Just as he finished speaking, the data in the computer suddenly changed, and the bionic fibers emitted a tiny electrical signal, causing the few strands connected to the mouse’s mechanical joint to quiver.

Though very subtle, under the electron microscope magnified hundreds of times, it was distinctly visible.

Moreover, everyone saw it.

No breeze, no grass rustling, not a result of erroneous data from the mouse struggling, but actual bionic muscle stimulated by electrical signals, causing rhythmic muscle spasms.

They opened their mouths wide, looking at the scene in disbelief.

This means the experiment was successful

Which means the contents of that paper are real, and this special protein can indeed translate human neural signals into recognizable electrical signals, thereby stimulating the bionic muscle to the corresponding stretch and contraction.

This is undoubtedly a major breakthrough in bionics.

Everyone exchanged glances, seeing the shock in their colleagues’ eyes.

They wanted to say it was impossible, but the reality was right in front of them.

The eldest there, Academician He, grabbed Comrade Wang and excitedly asked, "Is there more in that paper?"

Comrade Wang shook his head, "No more, we’ve only memorized this one paper so far."

"How is that possible, is it so hard to memorize one article?"

"He said once he exits the game and wakes up, he can’t remember those relevant contents, just like waking up from a dream and failing to recall the dream’s details, very vague."

"He can’t remember anything? Yet how can they remember game contents so clearly? And they post messages and photos on forums daily, can’t they take pictures of them?"

Comrade Wang: "Professional contents can’t be remembered, in all the papers, only this earliest paper could be memorized, others, even if translated by Morse code or cryptography, are useless."

"Moreover, photographs are useless as well, when posted on the official website, once it involves professional content, all the images show scrambled gibberish."

Comrade Wang was helpless too, they tried every way they could think of, even hypnosis, but the other side seemed to see through the human brain, manipulating memories at will, all efforts were futile.

But if the other side genuinely didn’t want them to take out the technology, then what does this solely memorized paper represent?

A reward perhaps?

So far, they still couldn’t ascertain the other side’s real intentions.

Could it really be just a top-down perspective game?

Letting humans amuse that unknown presence with their behaviors in another world, in exchange for advanced technology?

This game has spread increasingly across the Internet, leaving even them unable to suppress it, causing chaos among major game companies.

If not for the other side limiting game time, pigs, chickens, and geese, without exception, would be jumping off buildings.

Forced expenditure?

Heavens, no!

Figuring out how to retain players is the real deal.

Upon knowing only this biology paper was brought out, Academician He felt rather pleased.

The twenty-first century is indeed the age of biology, his mentor didn’t deceive him.

Only delayed by twenty-some years, costing his hair, until his fifties to arrive.

"How about other aspects? Any breakthroughs?"

What does it matter if there are breakthroughs, theirs were the largest anyway.

"Um." Comrade Wang nodded.

Though confidential, sharing a bit of other project progress was no big deal to those involved in this project.

"The initial proposal from engineering got great sales in the game, and after this version update, even a studio was added, many NPCs could provide verbal improvement suggestions to Li Jiangang."

"Can it be brought out?"

"Yes, possibly due to this initial proposal being initiated by Li Jiangang, many of the improved mechanical structures can be replicated in reality, but they say there’s no similar material, hence only existing on paper."

"They’re considering reviving initially abandoned mechanical plans due to technical limitations, trying to restore them in the game, maybe yielding unexpected results."

???

This is already a major breakthrough, isn’t it?

Compared to them, what is my part worth?

The funding about to float into their hands seemed like a gust of wind about to carry it to the neighboring group, causing their hearts to ache.

For those sincerely engaging in research, using government funds for their research was basically no different than using public salaries.

Yet funds are limited, thus securing more research funding has been a perennial competition issue.

Robbing others’ funding, this enmity cannot coexist under the same sky!

A shaggy-haired grad student gleefully ran to Academician He holding a big pile of analytical data and said

"Professor, see, this is our bionic fiber protein’s mass spectrometry analysis data."

"See! See! See! See the hell with it, quickly go n’ book the game for me on the official website, if the next version you don’t get in, you better prepare for delay in your graduation!"

The graduate student felt like struck by lightning, his wig slowly slid off, revealing a semi-bald pate

"Ah???"