I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 934 - 570: Accident_1

Chapter 934: Chapter 570: Accident_1

“Instructor, can I get my armor now? I can’t wait to see Tom!”

In the habitat area of Crucis Central Space Station, Tiffany Bell was shaking the instructor’s arm, repeatedly asking her questions.

Currently, the transport ship was undergoing technical modifications at Crucis Central Shipyard.

There had been a significant technological revolution this month, and the transport ship would be equipped with additional subspace stacking and super-curved flight stability control devices.

As a result, the estimated maintenance time had been extended by one month, reaching four months in total.

Some were happy about the delay while others were disappointed, but Tiffany didn’t care about that at all. She was preoccupied with the thought of meeting Tom.

She had been waiting in the habitat area for three days, and the instructor only said that the T100 was special and required patience.

Others’ Sky X3 models were standard armors that only needed to be calibrated once when they left the factory.

But as a custom new armor, the T100 had to go through a complex reliability demonstration and additional calibration before it was handed over to the mechanic students.

Now that the mechanic taking over was Tiffany, a 12-year-old girl, more precautions were needed.

The information database of intelligent warfare was enormous.

When a mechanic programmed the preset program, the amount of information needed to be transmitted was not insignificant, and it was impossible to use keyboards or voice commands. The mechanic had to be neurologically connected to the armor’s system, allowing for information to be transmitted in a short amount of time through mental resonance.

Each neurological connection would have a significant impact on the mechanic’s mental state.

During the connection, an important parameter was the coordination rate, which affected the stability and information transmission speed of the link.

If the mechanic’s mental state was slightly off, their focus wavered, or their skill level was unstable, leading to a sudden drop in coordination rate, they might suffer a mental breakdown and become a vegetative person on the spot.

Such mechanics were usually called Shatterers.

The consciousness of the Shatterer would be absorbed into the armor’s intelligent system, torn apart and shredded, becoming meaningless redundant information within the system and eventually destroyed during the next system self-check.

There was no value in collecting such data as it could not reconstruct personalities or extract any useful resources. It couldn’t even extract the professional skills possessed by the Shatterer mechanic.

Of course, students who passed the assessments and obtained professional permits, and successfully graduated from the Mechanic Academy, demonstrated that they had comprehensive qualifications in all aspects, and the probability of becoming a Shatterer was relatively small.

However, Tiffany’s situation was special and had to be treated cautiously.

Time passed day by day, and another half month went by without any news about the T100.

Her anxiety gradually cooled down, and she became less impatient. She re-opened the T100 manual and started re-reading it from the beginning.

Tiffany didn’t know that during these days, her every move had been under the scrutiny of the review committee.

If she continued to be impatient, she might have missed her chance with the T100.

Finally, Tiffany got her wish.

She passed the observation and assessment and was escorted by the instructor to the classified warehouse at Crucis Central.

The instructor entered the authentication code, and with a rumbling noise, the sealed warehouse slowly opened.

The T100, with its all-black body reflecting a faint luminescent glow in the light, slowly appeared before Tiffany’s eyes.

“From today on, it’s yours. I hope you can control it.”

The instructor said a bit passionately.

He knew how challenging the two-week-long final evaluation had been.

Tiffany, on the other hand, seemed unaware of it and was just staring blankly at the huge armor.

The feeling of being watched was getting clearer and clearer.

She even faintly felt that she wasn’t facing intelligent warfare but a person instead.

“Thank you, instructor. I understand.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

The instructor took a deep breath and asked, “Do you want to rest before testing your coordination rate?”

“No need for a break. I’m in great shape right now. Let’s start.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely!”

Seeing Tiffany’s happy appearance, the instructor couldn’t help but be somewhat affected by her spirit. “Alright!”

He mimicked Tiffany’s tone and said loudly.

As the instructor operated the controls, a circular hole with a diameter of 0.5 meters opened on the T100’s chest. A braided connection line then stretched out from within the hole, extending to a height of 0.8 meters above the ground.

The end of the connection line was a metal plate that seemed to shimmer with iridescent soap-bubble colors underneath the sun.

Of course, these colors were not merely for visual appeal.

Each different color interchange represented the system releasing energy surges similar to a human brain quantum storm.

“You still remember the operation process, right?”

The instructor asked.

Tiffany nodded, “I remember.”

“Alright, let’s begin.”

With her eyes closed, Tiffany slowly placed her right hand on the plate.

The colorful light turned into a substance that gradually spread up Tiffany’s hand, eventually enveloping her entire hand.

A pained expression began to appear on her face.

This was a natural reaction when a person’s hand was infiltrated by energy, indicating that Tiffany’s thoughts were beginning to link with the T100’s system.

The instructor’s heart was in his throat.

Although he didn’t believe in gods or buddhas, he silently prayed in his heart that the ancient sages would bless Tiffany, hoping that she would not encounter any accidents during her first attempt, and that her coordination rate would exceed 50%.

About five minutes later, information began to appear on the blank projection in front of the instructor.

“Coordination rate: 51.56%.”

The instructor clenched his fist, almost wishing he could howl at the sky.

He had bet on the right horse! Tiffany’s first test had surpassed the previous record.

He had a good feeling!

He grinned stupidly, as if he could already see himself being honored by a general when he got promoted.

However, in Tiffany’s mental space, she had encountered inexplicable trouble.

The situation wasn’t as good as it appeared to the instructor.

The T100’s intelligent system was extremely wild, like a raging storm.

No matter how hard she concentrated on finding it, she could not find the virtual input port that should have appeared easily.

She was lost and trapped.

…

On the other side, far away, Harrison Clark was also worried.

He too didn’t expect Tiffany, the little girl, to have such a high coordination rate with the T100 system, causing them to enter a full immersion mode during their first connection.

Such deep modes are typically only activated by experienced mechanics and armors who have “known each other inside and out” for a long time. To his surprise, it was activated automatically.

Harrison had exhausted all his strength to communicate with the armor from such a remote distance.

Yet, he was now in a small space with another person whose consciousness was fully intertwined with his. He was at a loss to know what to do.

He couldn’t grasp her thoughts.

It felt like there was a thick frosted glass between two people who should have known each other well.

They could both see each other’s shadows, but they didn’t know who the other person was, nor could they convey their voices and communicate.

“Star, what should we do now? Is it possible to cut power forcibly?”

Harrison asked.

Star shrugged, “I’m afraid not. We’ll have to wait for her to find her way out of the maze and expose your shadow. Otherwise, she’ll become a Shatterer.”

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“That’s a bit difficult for her. It’s a real pity, considering she’s a rare case of having a coordination rate above 50%.”

Harrison sighed.