Fake Mechanic

( ) To the surprise of the fat man, the sausage actually passed.

After coming out with the blue card, he still didn't forget to grin at the fat man and wave the blue card with the number "nine" printed on it in his hand.The fat man was in a dilemma. Ignore him. I was the only one left in the test area. If I ignored him, I really couldn't look at the two upturned sausages.

Looking away, Fatty's eyes accidentally bumped into Mu Yueshan again. For some reason, seeing Mu Yueshan's smile at this moment, he suddenly felt a movement in his heart. There was no kindness or sarcasm in those eyes, but another plant something.

Like she was more sure that Fatty would get through than he was himself.

The fat man took a deep breath and walked towards the two closed barracks.

The examiner said which one to enter first. The fat man thought about it for a while, and since he had learned from the old man that his physical fitness index was not a problem, he went straight to the spiritual potential measurement area on the right.

This move was in line with the conjectures of everyone in the field. Just imagine that a fat man weighing almost 0.1 tons would not have the guts to sign up if he didn't have the hole card of spiritual power.

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In the nearly [-]-square-meter barracks in the spiritual testing area, only a huge machine was placed in the center.

The mind-testing machine of the Federal Military Academy in Zurich is not a secret. Freshmen to be tested need to enter it, connect to the terminal of the machine through the induction helmet and limb sensors, and then pass a series of reaction tests.

To put it bluntly, it is a simulated version of a mech cao control cabin.

In this age of starships galloping, although there are also corresponding types of mechas that can fight in space for a short time, they are still not as good as a starship with a length of hundreds of meters. The mechas are only positioned to fight on the surface of the planet The main force, most of the research and tactics are developed around planetary surface operations.

In order to control the mecha, the nerve strength needs to reach a certain threshold, and if you want the mecha to complete various tactical actions like arm and finger, you have to talk about the index of synchronization rate. The synchronization rate is around 0.6. It is barely enough to make the mecha do sit-ups, and a qualified pilot is considered to be above 0.75.

After decades of research by the Research Institute of the Federal Military Academy in Zurich in cooperation with the military, it was found that the synchronization rate within a certain range is related to the strength of the controller's mind, so psychology, as a rising new subject, has become a new subject in the Federation popular buzzwords.

The Federation even uses the name of Professor Med Voss, the founder of the psychic discipline at the Federal Military Academy in Zurich, as the quantitative unit of psychic power.

If you want to control the mech, you need at least 120 volts of spiritual power.

To pass the psychic potential test of the entrance examination, please make sure that you have a psychic power of more than 70 megavolts before registering.

This is the experience summed up by candidates who have failed and succeeded over the years.

Fatty hadn't thought about studying before, so he didn't care about it. When he walked into the mind testing barracks with his arms swung, he was shocked by the soldiers with live ammunition inside.

A holographic helmet that is not affected by bad weather, a high-strength bulletproof armor that can resist the bites of star beasts below c-level, the latest military standard rifle with a firing speed of 15 rounds per second in burst mode...

The fat man was drooling when he saw it. If He Jiu could sell it on the black market in Zhabei District, wouldn't he be able to make a lot of money?

There was no tension at all, and the fat man only saw a lot of credit points in his eyes. This is a child from a poor family.

Although he couldn't figure out why a freshman had to use armed soldiers on duty in the entrance examination, the fat man was obediently put on a sensor wristband and anklet by the staff in the light blue uniform of the scientific research institute, and glanced at the hatch in the middle of the barracks Turn it on, and the simulated test machine with various instruments flashing alternately inside. The bored fat man was trying to find something to say to break the silence, and before he even opened his mouth, he was put on the induction helmet.

Through the helmet, the fat man could clearly hear the quiet female researcher with glasses exhale a sigh of relief, as if she was feeling relieved that today's work was coming to an end.

"Go in, relax, sit down, remember, just sit down, don't touch anything!"

The words repeated hundreds of times today came from outside the helmet, and the fat man cut it lightly. It's not made of tofu, it will fall apart when touched.

After thinking about it, the fat man still followed his advice. After sitting in the simulator, he didn’t fiddle with anything. Instead, he closed his eyes, calmed down and breathed evenly, honestly waiting for the start of the test.

Watching the hatch slowly close, the female researcher turned her head and nodded to the other person behind the remote control platform.

The middle-aged man smiled gently and said, "Relax, it will be over soon."

The woman was a little bit aggrieved, "Teacher, it's an unfinished prototype, but it was dragged to be used as a simulation warehouse for freshman entrance exams, and we have to waste time being babysitters for these little kids. Will agree to such nonsense by the military."

The man smiled helplessly, "The college can't help it. The research funds for the prototype machine are in the hands of the military, and the funding plan for next year will be reviewed soon. No one dares to touch a tiger's butt at this time."

"Then there is no need to adjust the assessment threshold to 200 megavolts, which happens to be the minimum cao control requirement for the prototype. As far as I know, it is more than double the standard of previous years. Those little children who were brushed down are too wronged .”

"This is also specially confessed by the military, so we don't have to meddle in other people's business." The middle-aged man made a gesture of silence, but couldn't help but added something meaningful.

"However, there are still candidates who can pass. This should be enough to surprise those military leaders."

Seeing that this temporary mission was coming to an end, both of them relaxed a little, casually chatting about things that others could not understand, not worried about what the fat man would hear in the completely sealed cao control cabin.

However, as the middle-aged man pressed the start button, none of the five sensors that were supposed to transmit data responded.

The two programmers looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, as well as a hint of bad premonition.

There was a low hum from the cockpit of the prototype, followed by a slight vibration from the ground.

Not only the temporary wooden floor, even the forty centimeter thick alloy steel plate under the floor can't block this slight vibration!

The faces of the two of them suddenly turned pale, they were very familiar with this voice.

Warm-up resonance before the mecha starts!

The middle-aged man gave a wry smile and asked, "Xiao Xu, what's going on?"

The female researcher was so frightened that her voice was crying, "Old, teacher, it shouldn't be like this. I specially tested the freshman assessment program on the prototype machine yesterday, and it shouldn't cause the machine to start automatically!"

The middle-aged man murmured, "It should be... at this time, do you think this word should be used as an explanation?" He glanced at the small counter on the center console. After participating in the assessment, I did it deliberately with resentment, and it happened to stay at the mantissa of 300!

A flash of light flashed across him, and he suddenly felt that his future collapsed in an instant.

"Don't tell me you didn't initialize the program to zero after that test."

The female programmer immediately came to her senses. The previous 290 nine candidates, plus the one she tested earlier, had completed [-] cycles of the assessment program. What the teacher loaded into the system just now was actually the next default test prepared during the debugging period. program!

At this time, her expression can no longer be described as a pale face.

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Fatty is right, he was really unlucky today, because he met Mu Yueshan when he went out, and missed getting off the bus, ran to the examination room to barely catch up, but had to be ranked last, and because a certain girl with glasses didn't The small oversight of zeroing the initial value of the test program counter led to his biggest accident since he was born.

Still, surprises always bring twists, don't they?

The vibration of the body lasted for 15 seconds. The middle-aged man frantically entered the termination command and found that the prototype still had no intention of stopping.

"Xu Yuan! What is the last debugging procedure for the airframe before it arrives?"

He actually already had the answer, but people would subconsciously want to escape when they sensed a crisis, and he hoped from the bottom of his heart that his female assistant would not say those words.

"I remember...the output threshold test in an extreme environment!"

The usually gentle middle-aged man felt that he was about to go crazy.

Just turn over page [-] of the "Federal Mecha Commissioning and Maintenance Manual Standard Edition", and you will know the meanings of the words "extreme environment" and "critical value" in the eyes of the program controller—— Armor loses electronic contact with the command center, and the armor's energy core and backup battery have dual limit outputs!

In other words, in order to cope with a single mecha with one enemy and many, the pilot has to do the mecha core ability test in such a harsh situation as the battle of trapped beasts.

The only thing that makes the middle-aged man feel lucky is that this prototype machine has not had time to load the energy core, and the external power supply of the academy mecha library under his feet will definitely fall off when the mecha moves. three days ago.

He decisively waved at the soldiers behind him who had sensed that something was wrong, and shouted, "Everyone back off! Get ready to avoid the mechs!"

At this time, he only hoped that the fat man who went in at the end was a fool whose insides and appearances matched. He must not be the same as the previous freshmen.

Although at least 500 megavolts of super psychic power is required to exert the full capabilities of the new prototype, reaching 200 megavolts is enough to start and drive the big guy in the hangar under his feet to crush the entire Zurich Federal Military Academy.

A punch smashed the glass box on the center console that seemed to be indestructible forever, the red button was slammed into the base, and the police siren that had never sounded in the school's century was as sharp as a crack, resounding throughout Zurich Federal Military Academy.

At this moment, he has no time to think about what kind of punishment he and his confused assistant will receive in the future. He didn't even realize that the palm of his right hand had been cut by glass and blood was flowing. Like a fat man inside, he kept chanting silently.

"Never, don't exceed the activation threshold of 200!"

Bad things always backfired. The cockpit shook slightly and began to sink slowly.

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At this time, the fat man was still enjoying the subtle vibrations coming from his buttocks like a massage chair, but suddenly he felt his eyes go dark. When the lights in the test cabin were turned on again, the intensity had automatically changed to a level that would not hinder the naked eye. Thirty lumens, followed by a faint light flickering in the sensing helmet, and a strong burning sensation like an electric shock came from the temples on both sides, reaching the four remote sensing receivers on both hands and feet.

The pain lasted for a few seconds, but it seemed to last for several years. The fat man gritted his teeth and twitched for a while like a meatball on a barbecue grill. Same.

Then a line of words appeared in the void directly in front of him, just like the subtitles of the 3D love action movies he often watched.

"Welcome to drive the Federation's newest combat prototype mech—Eight Sense? Light Year!"

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ps: Well, I admit that the last four words are the remnants of a certain classic animation.

I like to write PS the most, it's like leaving a text message to tease my sister, even if I don't get a response, my heart will be as comfortable as if I just masturbated a super god.