Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 276 - 89: Visit_3

"Hahaha, good, good." Admiral Bai’s large hand still landed on the principal’s back, only this time with much gentler force.

From the little bus, the people from the patent office descended in single file, each carrying a silver square box.

The boxes were anti-peep and blast-proof, meant for holding samples.

The principal had cleared the area to prevent any further incidents of spying or theft; no other students or teachers could enter this area now.

A group of people from the patent office walked into the repair room, and Admiral Bai followed them in.

The people from the patent office needed to communicate with the technicians. With so many patent projects, it was impossible to ask about each one in detail; they could only ask targeted questions.

The principal had prepared chairs, and several experts from the patent office spoke with Su Xiaocai, while others inspected the samples.

Admiral Bai fiddled with the samples nearby, looking like an old child; he was curious and touched everything.

Picking up a mechanical arm, he asked Su Xiaocai directly, "Can I have someone try it on?"

Su Xiaocai stopped answering the patent office staff and said, "It’s hard to measure the effect on someone with a fully healthy body."

"No worries, I brought someone." Admiral Bai patted the person beside him.

He was a soldier who had just returned from the battlefield, injured.

At Admiral Bai’s signal, the soldier immediately followed orders, taking off his long-sleeved shirt to reveal an arm temporarily disguised with a simple brace.

Once the brace was removed, it was clear that he had lost an entire arm. The wound had been neatly healed, yet one could imagine the fierce brutality of war.

The people from the patent office remained silent. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

In front of an admiral and a warrior, one must at least maintain respect, even if one can be proud behind their backs.

Thus, even having their conversation interrupted, they showed no dissatisfaction.

Su Xiaocai stood up and took the mechanical arm Admiral Bai was holding, asking the soldier to extend his remaining healthy arm for a scan.

After scanning, she transmitted the data into the mechanical arm, which automatically adjusted its size and thickness.

Once everything was ready, Su Xiaocai tore open the thin film at the top, revealing metal composed of countless silver dots.

She placed the metal on his severed arm, saying, "It might hurt a bit, just bear with it."

With the program launched, the silver dots began to extend, numerous fine metal threads continually attaching themselves until they covered half of his shoulder.

The soldier in the experiment didn’t make a sound, prompting Admiral Bai to ask, "How is it? What kind of pain is it exactly?"

What a way to ask, Su Xiaocai said, "Don’t worry, it won’t be so painful you faint; it’s just like a needle prick, the pain will subside soon enough."

The soldier with the amputated arm nodded, "It doesn’t hurt much, just a bit sore and numb."

Hmm, actually, it was quite painful, but not to the point of life-threatening.

It felt like being bit by mosquitoes several times — painful and itchy.

The principal and the people from the patent office also peeked in; they didn’t want to appear like curious boys, but Su Xiaocai’s installation method was intriguing and left them perplexed, eager to know how she achieved it.

Deputy Director Qiu Xiao from the Capital Star Patent Office had been observing Su Xiaocai all along.

Initially, they had not taken the patents applied for by this young girl seriously.

Technology they had never heard of, they assumed she was some sort of eccentric perpetual motion machine scientist wasting her time.

Later, at Zhang Rui Kai’s urging, they began to pay slightly more attention.

The more they looked, the more incredible it seemed, as every piece of information she submitted was unexpectedly complete and qualified.

Somehow, word got out that a batch of super-advanced technology was in the hands of Zhang Rui Kai’s employer.

Subsequently, needless to say, the technology applied for by the Xue Family was prioritized, successfully diverting attention.

Soon after, this student named Su Xiaocai submitted new patents, like she was mass-producing them, handling everything from materials, structure, and appearance to technology.

How did someone so young achieve such low-key results?

Even Admiral Bai’s visit didn’t excite her; she remained calm, as if they were just ordinary guests.

The fine metal threads eventually finished covering, and upon completing the connection with the nerves, it slowly changed color to match the soldier’s skin tone closely.

Except for that iconic green strap, it otherwise faithfully mimicked a real arm.

This was a kind of mechanical and biological integration technology, capable of automatically forming new nerves; although the sensory principle was different, it didn’t hinder it from receiving brain signals.

"All right, you can move it now," said Su Xiaocai.

The young soldier extended both hands, turning his palms, then slowly moved the mechanical arm. He then clenched his fist forcefully, feeling the grip in his palm.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

It was truly amazing, like having a new arm. He could feel the grip in his palm.

He tried doing various movements, swinging his arm with force, quickly punching, creating a wind of fists.

There was no doubt that this punch could break all of a person’s ribs.

He then attempted somersaults, one-handed push-ups, and even a handstand.

For this mechanical arm, these actions posed no difficulty, and they were even easier to execute than with the human body itself.

The soldier was overwhelmed with excitement, as if reborn; he joyfully caressed the arm, immersed in ecstasy.

Involuntarily, he asked, "Teacher Su, how much does this mechanical arm cost? How long can it last? Can it allow me to pilot a mecha again?"

Su Xiaocai hadn’t considered it; she replied honestly, "There’s no pricing yet, but it depends on the material and purpose. If it’s for military use, the material is top-notch because you need to maintain high-intensity training over a long period. Conservatively, it could last about thirty years. For ordinary people, seventy or eighty years wouldn’t be a problem."

Machines aren’t eternal; they have a lifespan. Like battleships, they require iterative updates, or their performance will decline.

Without considering performance decline, having a mechanical arm accompany you for life is not impossible.

The soldier, hopeful, said, "So that means the mechanical arm can continue my career."

"That’s an issue for your military; I can only ensure the mechanical arm doesn’t hinder you from doing anything, just like a normal person."

"If you wish to experience pain, I can also adjust that for you."

Su Xiaocai’s proposal won the soldier’s consent; since losing his arm, he hadn’t been able to sleep through the night, but this mechanical arm rekindled his hope.

She activated the 100% touch mode, where the arm would react in pain according to the amount of force applied.

With the simulated touch mode, the young soldier felt as though he never lost an arm at all; the sensation was too wonderful.

Admiral Bai asked, "Can this machine be controlled unmanned?"

"You want to make it like a drone? Unmanned objects can never replace human wisdom."

Even artificial intelligence cannot entirely dominate the battlefield like humans; it’s a double-edged sword. People would become dependent, and that would be very dangerous.

Remote control is also not feasible; the Insect Man often interferes with signals and magnetic fields, which is why humans are needed to pilot mechas to fight the Insect Man.

Highly mechanized entities are very useful when fighting against similar entities, reducing sacrifice.

Admiral Bai knew this, "Don’t you have a guardian robot? Let’s take a look."

Qiu Xiao seemed anxious: this was their patent office’s business; they wanted to complete the work quickly.

The deputy director, wanting to complain but unable to do so, could only tug at the sleeve of the Military Training principal, "Doesn’t this student of yours have a teacher?"

"No, her father is Su Qian, remember?"

Qiu Xiao certainly remembered; Su Qian, over a decade ago, was glorious, a maintenance master who achieved the rank of Major General, a talented and hard-working genius with high prestige within the military.

Sadly, the genius fell in a power struggle and retired for many years; Qiu Xiao hadn’t heard of Su Qian since.

"When did he get married?"

"Who said you have to get married to have children?"

Qiu Xiao couldn’t believe it, "Did he have her on his own?"

The more they spoke, the more absurd it seemed.

The principal said, "Adopted."

"Ah, no wonder, she’s Su Qian’s child." Having received guidance from Su Qian, perhaps part of her achievements were due to him as well.

Daddy Su inexplicably bore the "genius" title he wasn’t supposed to carry; he now didn’t dare answer calls from friends and relatives, fearing it was them calling to berate him.

So innocent!