dkrc Chapter 318 Cyber Lao Zhao!
Chapter 318 Cyber Lao Zhao!
There had just been a blizzard at night, and the snow on the road was not cleared. Cars drove very slowly on the highway. Many cars had anti-skid chains tied to their tires, making a loud noise all over the street.
The cold wind howled, and passers-by were wrapped in thick long down jackets and walked through the dirty snow.
The car drove all the way to the edge of the city and entered a luxury hotel.
At the entrance of the hotel, a wheelchair was waiting. On the wheelchair was an old man wrapped in a rice dumpling and wearing a red woolen hat in the style of a Santa hat, which was quite joyful.
Song He got out of the car, "Professor Ma!"
Xiang Xiaotong also got out of the car and said casually, "Old horse."
The red woolen hat shook, and it was Professor Ma who nodded, "Have you had breakfast?"
"I ate from the plane, but Teacher Xiang didn't." Song He walked over to push the wheelchair.
"I'm not hungry." Xiang Xiaotong said simply, "Go directly to Lao Zhao."
The three of them entered the hotel lobby, got on the elevator, and reached the top floor.
Professor Ma showed the way in front, Song He was like an ancient chariot driver, pushing him to turn constantly, and Xiang Xiaotong followed behind with his laptop bag.
Finally, we arrived at the door of the room at the end of the corridor.
Professor Ma stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Old Zhao! Come in!"
Then, he took out a card and stuck it on the door, and the door opened.
Song He's heartbeat quickened and he nervously pushed Professor Ma in.
The next second, his eyes widened!
On the way here, Song He imagined countless scenes of meeting Lao Zhao.
The overall image is of a sick body lying in bed, with tubes all over the body, and is extremely weak. It may appear frighteningly bloated, or may appear as thin as paper.
Unexpectedly, the real situation is...Cyber Lao Zhao!
The tall man stood next to the bookshelf. He had a metal mechanical left arm. The cold metal arm bones were entangled with wires. The metal finger joints were bent and he was holding the book steadily. The other normal flesh hand was responsible for turning pages and even the forearm muscles. Still very strong.
The air conditioning and heating in the room were all hot, and Lao Zhao was not wearing a shirt. There were scars from the surgery on his strong chest, but the scars were covered up by a large number of inductive patches and thin wires.
There was a metal square box hanging on the waist. The soft sound of an electric pump came from the box. A long and thin tube was inserted into the abdomen. A liquid like corn paste was flowing in the transparent tube, which seemed to be digestive juice.
Lao Zhao was wearing white pajamas and trousers. His left leg was a human leg, but his right leg was also replaced by a mechanical leg. The metal soles were supported on the ground, and red and blue wires stretched out from the joints.
The only thing that met Song He's expectations was the head.
Most of the scalp has lost its hair, and there is an inductor attached to the head, and a spring-like metal tube inserted from the back of the head. One eyeball was replaced with a plastic prosthetic eye, and the other eye looked like it had been beaten, swollen with only a slit left.
Song He was dumbfounded. He never expected to see such a cool Cyber Lao Zhao, a cyborg!
"Song He?" Lao Zhao said with a slightly excited tone, "Saviour, please sit down! I'll pour you tea!"
After saying that, Lao Zhao's robotic arm stretched forward stiffly, his knuckles cracked, and he put down the book dully.
The mechanical legs were obviously not working well, so he used his flesh legs to move forward, forced the mechanical legs to the table, and turned on the kettle.
"Don't dare! I just happened to get antibiotics. Teacher Zhao, your lifesavers are the doctors!" Song He walked over quickly, "I'll make tea, you can rest!"
"I have asked the doctor, but there is no Song He element. I have met the King of Hell a long time ago." Lao Zhao said, "I will make you this cup of tea to express my gratitude."
Song He originally wanted to make tea by himself, but since Lao Zhao said this, he took back his hand and waited obediently.
Lao Zhao's robotic arm was quite stiff. He spent a long time grabbing the tea bag. After tearing the tea bag open with his physical hand, he gave up the robotic arm and only used his good human hand to make tea.
Song He couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Zhao, I recently wanted to do a medical research project, but I haven't found a direction."
"You have a lot of high technology, can you tell me about it? Let me see where I can help improve it."
Professor Ma, who was in a wheelchair, nodded, "Just right! Lao Zhao, please introduce Xiao Song from head to toe. You are full of advanced things from experimental tests. Maybe you can inspire Xiao Song."
Xiang Xiaotong stood leaning against the wall and agreed with a smile, "Song He's capable."
Lao Zhao made three cups of tea and handed one cup to the three people in front of him, his expression became serious.
"I don't know what's wrong with my head. It's a little atrophied. Teacher Xiang gave me medicine, and now the atrophy has stopped."
"I don't feel anything else. I can still read and think, but my sleep is terrible!"
"I feel so sleepy at night that I have a headache, but I can't sleep. I have to take a lot of sleeping pills to force myself to sleep. But if I take too much, the side effects are so strong that I wake up with a splitting headache."
"I even begged the doctor to give me anesthesia, just to get a good sleep, but anesthesia cannot be given every day."
Song He took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote the first entry with a pen.
【Brain atrophy, insomnia】
"One eye is blind, and the vision of the other eye has also declined sharply. To be honest, Song He, I am standing so close to you, but I can't see your face clearly. I can only vaguely see your eyes and mouth. Location."
"Won't wearing glasses help?" Song He asked.
"It's useless. The eye disease won't stop. I'm learning Braille." Lao Zhao sighed feebly. "The doctor said I will go blind in about a month."
Song He's heart suddenly became heavy. There are some things that he usually doesn't realize but only realize how valuable they are once they are lost, such as eyesight.
"But compared to congenitally blind people, I am still lucky. I have seen the light for at least several decades, and I will have material for future memories or dreams. I heard that even the dreams of congenitally blind people are vague, or even completely black. "Old Zhao comforted himself.
Song He glanced at the book on the table that Zhao had just read. There were large gaps in the pages, which were obviously caused by the protrusions of Braille.
He frowned and wrote down the second item in his notebook.
【Eyeball disease, blindness】
"The heart is broken. Now I have an artificial heart installed here, including motors, bearings, and magnetic levitation devices. The technology is not yet mature. Fortunately, there is an alarm device." Lao Zhao said, "One day the artificial heart fails and runs out of power, it will Send messages to my mobile phone and the hospital at the same time.”
Song He nodded and continued to write down the third item in the notebook.
【Artificial heart】
"Then my arms and legs were equipped with robotic hands and legs, which were connected to my brain through a brain-computer interface." Lao Zhao said, "I can drive the joints of my arms and legs with thoughts, but it's very tiring. A simple lift of my hand The action requires me to think hard four or five times.”
"So the problem is the brain-computer interface?" Song He asked, "It's not recognizing consciousness fast enough?"
"It's due to the lack of coordination between the hands and legs through consciousness." Lao Zhao stretched out the robot hand. "The mechanical structure is very flexible, but the processing speed of the software is not good. It is a poor software made by traditional programming."
After finishing speaking, Lao Zhao looked up at Xiang Xiaotong behind him, "Teacher Xiang, do you think that using brain-inspired programming software can increase the sensitivity of the robot hand by 10%?"
Xiang Xiaotong nodded and came over with his laptop, "10% is the old almanac. I have a big surprise for you today!"
Song He's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly understood what program he had changed in the car!