"Instructor, can I get my armor now? I can't wait to meet Brother T!"
In the habitat of the Southern Cross Central Space Station, Tong Ling was shaking the instructor's arm, asking questions one after another.
The transport ship is currently undergoing technical transformation at the Southern Cross Central Shipyard.
Another major technological innovation took place this month, and some new equipment for subspace stacking and hypercurved flight stability control will be installed on the transport ship.
Therefore, the expected rest time is extended by one month to four months.
Some people are happy and some are disappointed to be on the battlefield one month later, but Tong Ling doesn't care about these at all. She is only thinking about meeting Brother T.
She has been waiting in the habitat for three days. The instructor only said that T100's situation is special and she needs to be patient.
Others' Sky X3 is a standard armor, which only needs to be debugged once before leaving the factory.
But as a specially made new type of armor, T100 has to go through complex reliability demonstrations and additional debugging before it is handed over to the pilot.
The pilot who takes over now is Tong Ling, a little girl who is only twelve years old, so of course she has to be more cautious.
The information in the intelligent war machine database is extremely huge.
When the pilot programs the preset program, the amount of information that needs to be transmitted is not small. It is impossible to use the keyboard or voice input. The only way is to let the pilot and the armor system have a direct neural connection, and through the resonance of thinking, enough information can be transmitted in a short time.
Every direct neural connection will cause a huge impact on the pilot's spirit.
There is a very important parameter in the direct nerve connection, which is related to the stability of the connection and the rate of information transmission, and that is coordination.
During the connection, if the pilot is in a bad mental state, his attention is a little slack, or his level is unstable, resulting in a sharp drop in coordination, he may have a mental breakdown on the spot and become a vegetable.
This type of pilot is usually called a breaker.
The consciousness of the breaker will be drawn into the armored intelligent system, and then torn into pieces, becoming meaningless redundant information in the intelligent system, and will be shattered in the next system self-check.
These data have no value to be collected, and can neither be used to reconstruct personality nor analyze any usable resources. Even the professional skills that the breaker pilots already possess cannot be extracted.
Of course, if a trainee can pass the assessment and obtain a professional license, and successfully graduate from the pilot academy, it means that the trainee has all the comprehensive qualities in all aspects, and the probability of becoming a breaker is not high.
But Tong Ling's situation is special and needs to be treated with caution.
Time passed day by day, and half a month passed unknowingly. Tong Ling still couldn't get any news from T100.
Her mood gradually cooled down from the initial anxiety, and she became calm. She opened the manual of T100 again, and read it page by page from beginning to end.
Tong Ling didn't know that her every move these days was under the eyes of the jury.
If she continued to be so impatient, she might really miss the T100.
On this day, Tong Ling finally got what she wanted.
She passed the observation assessment and was taken by the instructor to the classified warehouse in the Southern Cross Central.
The instructor entered the verification, and the sealed warehouse made a rumbling sound and slowly opened.
The T100, which was completely black and glowed with a faint flame under the light, slowly emerged in front of Tong Ling.
"From today on, it's yours. I hope you can drive it."
The instructor said a little excitedly.
He knew how thrilling the final review lasting two weeks was.
Tong Ling was completely unaware, and just stared blankly at the huge armor.
The feeling of being watched became clearer and clearer.
She even vaguely felt that the person standing opposite her was not an intelligent war machine, but a person.
"Thank you, instructor. I understand."
"No need to thank me."
The instructor took a deep breath and asked, "Do you want to take a break before testing the coordination?"
"No need to rest. I'm in good condition now. Let's start now."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course and for sure!"
Looking at the happy look of the little girl, the instructor was inexplicably infected by her. "Okay!"
He also imitated Tong Ling's tone and said loudly.
Following the instructor's operation, a round hole with a diameter of 0.5 meters was opened on the chest of T100, and then a noose-like connecting wire stretched out from it, extending to a height of 0.8 meters from the ground.
At the end of the connecting wire was a metal plate with colorful lights like soap bubbles under the sun.
Of course, these lights are not just for visual beauty.
Each alternating change of colors is a manifestation of the system releasing energy surges similar to the quantum storm in the human brain.
"Do you still remember the operation process?"
the instructor asked.
Tong Ling nodded, "I remember."
"Okay, let's start."
Tong Ling closed her eyes and slowly placed her right palm on it.
The colorful light turned into substance and spread upward along Tong Ling's palm little by little until the back of her hand was immersed in it.
A painful expression began to appear on her face.
This is the natural reaction when a person's palm is penetrated by energy, indicating that her mind is beginning to connect with the T100 system.
The instructor's heart was in his throat.
Although he did not believe in gods and Buddhas, he still prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the sages would bless Tong Ling, hoping that nothing would happen to her, and that the first test of coordination and dispatching would pass 50%.
About five minutes later, information began to appear in the blank projection in front of the instructor.
"Coordination: 51.56%."
The instructor clenched his right fist, almost wanting to roar to the sky.
His bet was right!
Tong Ling's first test exceeded the previous highest record.
His feeling was right!
He chuckled, as if he had seen himself being awarded by the generals when he was promoted.
But in Tong Ling's thinking space, she fell into inexplicable trouble.
The situation was not as good as the instructor looked.
T100's intelligent computer system was very manic, like a storm.
No matter how she concentrated her attention to find it, she could not find the virtual input port that should have appeared easily.
She was lost and trapped.
...
On the other end of the long way, Chen Feng was also frowning.
He also didn't expect that the little girl's system coordination with T100 was so high, and she went straight into full-mind immersion mode after the first connection.
This should be a deep mode that can only be opened by a skilled pilot and an armor that has cooperated for a long time and "knows each other inside and out", but it was triggered automatically.
Chen Fengguang had already used up all his strength just to communicate with the armor across a long distance.
Now in this small space, another person's complete consciousness broke in, and it completely dispersed as soon as it came, and he was caught off guard.
He couldn't grasp the other person's thoughts.
It felt like there was a thick layer of frosted glass between two people who should have known each other.
They can see each other's shadow, but they don't know who the other is, nor can they communicate with each other.
"Fanxing, what should we do now? Can we forcibly cut off the power?"
Chen Feng asked.
Fanxing shrugged, "I'm afraid not. We have to wait for her to find a way out of the maze and pull out your shadow. Otherwise, she will become a breaker directly."
"This is a bit embarrassing. What a pity, it's rare to have someone who can coordinate more than 50%."
Chen Feng sighed.