Chapter 90: Doctor, do you think there is still hope for me?
"December 27, 2175 AD.
The weather was gloomy and there was an unexpected acid rain in the afternoon.
The weather radar at the new base was damaged in the fighting a few days ago, so we did not predict this accident.
The new soldiers were still not used to the new environment and they did not have time to seal the filtered water tanks, causing us to lose three boxes of precious filtered water. Fortunately, other losses were not serious.
Julie recently became my new lieutenant.
She is a very brave female warrior and once a very promising career woman. She has the delicacy that a woman should have and can complete most tasks properly.
But her decadent lifestyle gives me a headache.
A few nights ago, she got drunk.
We partied all night in the warehouse with a young person who had just joined us, but her boyfriend had a special identity. In the early morning, the two were discovered by the boy's mother, which resulted in a conflict.
Afterwards, I communicated with his father, miner Wang Ya.
The honest former miner expressed his understanding and took the initiative to say that the mistake was on his son's side. After all, the young man who grew up in a feudal country had never seen a woman as open as Julie.
But later, Wang Ya's wife came to me privately and said that since they were already in an intimate relationship, they should consider letting their son marry Julie.
I have a headache.
How should I tell this kind old lady that given Julie's personality, there is a high probability that she just regards her son as a tool for sexual gratification?
never mind.
Let young people deal with their own affairs, they are always so impulsive.
I can understand that, after all, I was young once too.
Alas, I began to miss the days when Su was around. That young man could always get everything done silently without me having to give him any instructions.
More importantly, with Su's personality, she would not cause trouble like Julie did.
Speaking of Sue.
I don’t know if everything is going well with my partner.”
Under the dim light, the hand holding the pen paused.
There seemed to be a bitter laugh in the darkness, and then there was the sound of a lighter.
A few seconds later, as the thick smoke dissipated, the hand holding the pen continued to write:
"Yesterday I sent a team to conduct reconnaissance at the border of the Death Desert. In order to avoid being detected by the Eternal Life Society, they kept their communications silent, and we don't know where they are now.
Their reconnaissance is very important to us. Since we captured the new base, the Eternal Life Society seems to have been stimulated and they have been constantly attacking us.
They even sent robots in the wind and sand, but they were all destroyed by the base's defense system.
What on earth is Emma doing?
She should know that with the firepower of this base, the old hunter-killer robots can no longer pose a threat to us.
From what I remember about the combat system of the Free Citizen City, after several consecutive days of suicide attacks, half of the combat robots she could use should have been destroyed.
Moreover, the consecutive robot attacks were carried out without any support from air or ground firepower. Rather than being an attack, it was more like a kind of...waste utilization.
I had a feeling that things might be taking a turn for the worse.
I have to find out if the robot workshop in Free Citizen City is still operational and if Emma has restarted the weapons production protocol.
Or has my insane mentor used her advanced knowledge of mechanics to develop even more deadly weapons, and is planning to use up some of their inventory by attacking us?
I hope that's not the case.
I have enough troubles on my hands."
After writing the last sentence, Roger put down his pen.
This is his diary today. Thanks to the request of his grandfather who survived the nuclear war, Roger, a native wastelander, developed the habit of writing a diary since he was a child.
Of course it's not just for record keeping.
This is more like a way of thinking. Roger wrote down everything that happened today, and then read the words in the dim light, trying to find some clues that he had not discovered between the lines.
Or connect these things together to dig out more implicit information.
It's like a replay.
This is his special way of thinking, but today's diary is mostly about trivial matters. Even if he has concerns about the Eternal Life Society, he has to wait until the vanguard team's investigation is completed before he can confirm it.
After finishing his diary, Roger stood up and dimmed the lights in the basement dormitory room.
He was wearing a vest and moving his muscular body. He turned around and picked up some food that looked like a cake from the plate next to him.
These are the families of four new miners who have joined the team. They make date cakes using the sand dates grown near the base. The color is a bit strange, but the taste is still good.
They came to the New World, still upholding the frugal traditions of the Old World and having great cooking skills.
Although the resources here are poor and there are not many food ingredients, these ladies with survival wisdom still contribute to this new base to the best of their ability.
At the very least, it provides the soldiers with an additional option in their daily diet besides the boring nutrition bars.
"Black Fox received a reply! This is the pigeon."
Just as Rogge finished eating the date cake, drank the filtered water whose taste was hard to describe, and was about to take a break , a signal suddenly sounded in the silent chip communication.
This made Roger jump up from the bed.
"Black Fox received."
Rogge responded quickly and asked back:
"You guys are coming over?"
"Well, in the warehouse just before, who was so stupid as to lock the door? Come and open it for me. By the way, bring a few more people to receive your supplies."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Jiang Xia's voice.
But Rogge was filled with joy.
The speed of time flow in Bitterwood Realm and Wasteland is one to five.
A month and a half has passed here, and ten days has passed there. Since Jiang Xia is still able to bring supplies here, it means that he has achieved a complete victory over Ruyifang.
It's time to congratulate him.
Rogge put on his clothes and gave instructions to other people in the base through the chip communication. A few minutes later, the warehouse that was locked was reopened.
The power is on and the light comes on.
Julie strode into the warehouse with a gun in hand, and saw Jiang Xia, who was wearing clothes and had his arm in a sling, leaning against a container and complaining about something to Su.
The fourth brother stood behind them, and there were several soldiers who stayed in Ku Mu Territory, standing guard with guns.
In addition to them, there were more than fifty dusty miners in the warehouse. These guys were the thugs sent by Ruyifang to attack Fengshan before, and they had been doing hard labor in Fengshan for a long time.
Now that they are free, they will spend a long time in the wasteland as reserve warriors of the Black Hand.
"Yo, Julie."
Seeing Julie coming, the fourth brother's legs trembled, as if he recalled a bad memory, but he secretly took out a string of beautiful pearl pendants from his arms and stuffed it into Julie's hand.
After all, there was a bad relationship.
I'm here to visit relatives and friends this time, and I feel embarrassed to come empty-handed.
Julie didn't care.
The female warrior was very bold. She put on the pearl pendant in person and invited the fourth brother to her dormitory for a "chat" later. However, the fourth brother declined the invitation on the pretext of being busy with work.
"Everyone, get up! Follow me!"
After talking with the fourth brother, Julie turned around and shouted to the bewildered miners with the temperament of a queen. She also raised the ray gun in her hand, and the threat was evident in her words.
No one tried to resist; days of hard labor had worn away the last of the group's stubbornness.
They were tired and sleepy, and had no idea where they were. They were driven out of the warehouse like a flock of sheep by Julie and several wasteland warriors.
Enough chips have been prepared here, as well as some prosthetic bodies for the disabled. Next, it's time for these people to serve the Black Hand.
"What happened to your hand?"
Rogge also came to the warehouse, and he saw Jiang Xia's left arm hanging around his neck at a glance, so he asked.
"That's what I wanted to ask you, Dr. Roger."
Jiang Xia pursed his lips and said to Rogge:
"Doctor, take a look at my arm. Can it be saved?"
Roger didn't answer.
He frowned and removed the bandage on Jiang Xia's arm. Under the light of the warehouse, the horrible wound that looked like skin being peeled made the wasteland biologist gasp.
How is this an injury?
This is clearly torture.
He reached out and pinched the scabbed flesh, and seeing that there was no reaction on Jiang Xia's face, he realized the problem. Jiang Xia had lost the sense of pain in this arm, and the nerves in his arm were probably severely damaged.
But just as he was about to speak, he saw the strange smile on Jiang Xia's face again and immediately reacted.
This is just a joke.
Jiang Xia didn't come to see him for medical treatment.
"There's no hope. Just wait to die."
Rogge patted the bloody arm hard and said to Jiang Xia:
"Why don't you just chop it off and replace it with a new one? I'll adjust it for you personally and make sure I can assemble the best prosthesis for you."
"OK."
Jiang Xia responded, then turned around and pointed at Liu Laosi who was trying to escape behind him, and said:
"Give this audacious fellow one too.
The legs were removed and the arms were replaced as well.
The chip computing power needs to be optimized further. This time when he returns, he will be responsible for important work.
As the new owner of Kunlunfang, I feel a little uneasy if I don't upgrade and strengthen his equipment."
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In the laboratory of the base, the lights were on. On the optical projection screen, Rogge kept bringing out various prosthetic plans for Jiang Xia to choose from.
The latter sat at the experimental table, looking at those dazzling designs, just like shopping in a shopping mall, feeling quite dazzled by the variety of designs.
“Yo, this looks good.”
He pointed to a design and said to Roger:
"Can you do this?"
"this is not OK."
Roger looked back and said:
“Although your chip already has a bioelectric enhancement plug, this prosthetic structure must be combined with the electric eel gene modification to allow each of your cells to generate a lethal amount of current at the same time.
If you equip the arm prosthesis with a remote discharge device, it would be like carrying an energy gun with decent power. Even in your world, it would be a very useful weapon.
Very cool too.
It is said that this kind of energy-related prosthetic transformation is very popular in the City of Bliss.
Unfortunately, I don't have the enhanced electric eel gene potion on hand. I do have the purest potion in my laboratory, but that place must have been destroyed by Emma."
Rogge crossed his arms and said to Jiang Xia:
"Pick another one."
"This floating gun here looks pretty cool, but I want this one now!"
Jiang Xia was very stubborn.
He looked at the streamlined mechanical prosthetic design on the drawing, turned his head and said to Rogge:
"It's not that I'm too picky, but other prosthetics equipped with kinetic weapons are of little help to me. Those prosthetics that focus on hacking are even more useless in my world.
After choosing many, this one is the most helpful to me.
In addition, that folding arm knife looks good, make one for me, and small tools such as cutting swords and ray nozzles can also be added in. "
"If you insist on this, you'll have to change the capacitor."
Rogge sat in front of the computer, thought for a few seconds, and then entered a command. The intelligent machine tool next to him began to select parts for assembly, and the six robotic arms operated flexibly.
Although the robotic arm is covered in rust, it still has a sense of technology.
“We need to install three, no, at least four small high-energy capacitors in parallel to achieve the function you require, but this will reduce the safety of the prosthesis.
If hit or punctured, the capacitor could explode."
"explode?"
Jiang Xia blinked and said to Rogge half-jokingly:
"Isn't that better? It becomes a weapon in itself. It's a good idea. I like it."
"Your joke is not funny. Prosthetic bodies don't cry out in pain, but you are different. And there is one thing you need to pay attention to."
Roger reminded:
"It's the same problem we mentioned before. Your world can't charge the capacitor. Once the reserve power is used up, this thing will become a lump of iron.
Do you have any ideas in this regard? "
“Not yet.”
Jiang Xia put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed it.
He said vaguely:
"But I have an idea, Rogge. What if we don't use your battery pack but use the spirit stones from our world to power it? Is that feasible?
They are all energy aggregates, right?
In theory, they are interchangeable, right? "
“Theory is theory, reality is reality.”
The black fox sighed and said:
"I'm not an expert in this area, so I can't give you an answer. If you really have an idea, you can go to your world and find an 'expert'.
Now, lie down, I'm going to amputate your limbs first.
Lie down properly, otherwise if you get more wounds or cut something you shouldn’t cut, I won’t be responsible.”
