The two men seemed to have made some kind of bet behind the scenes. They pulled each other for a few times before turning to look at the people rolling on the ground.
"Comrades, I'm very disappointed with your performance!" The person in charge took a deep breath and spoke calmly. "Admittedly, you are all the best recommended by various units and have passed a full 15 months of preliminary training. Many people were eliminated. Do you think you are special and that accidents and dangers will avoid you? Do you think you will be the lucky ones among the lucky ones, the decimal points in various statistics? Now, let me tell you, all that is bullshit! The so-called survival rate is only calculated after the war. We can use survival rate to represent a unit's combat capability, but for individuals, there are only two states: alive and dead!"
He paused, then used his trembling foot to kick the unfortunate fellow in front of him on the butt, causing him to slide on the ground, leaving a pale blue trail that extended all the way to the vicinity of the nine people standing there. He then continued, "Now you can see it. If this were a real battle, you would be like this, with blood coating the entire cabin, corpses and spacecraft debris mixed together, and the remaining people would not survive for long. The only remaining core cabin is not capable of sustaining life..."
"Ahem." A technician beside him stopped him in his long speech. "Alright, everyone, please take a break. Don't worry about the paint; it will fall off on its own once it dries. Our training will be conducted in virtual reality. I think you've all played holographic games before, right? They're pretty similar."
The technician removed a shopping cart-sized metal basket from the back of the robotic dog behind him and placed it in front of everyone. Inside the basket lay a number of devices that looked like Bluetooth headsets. Most were the latest milky white crescent-shaped models, while a few were restored, older, tan, square models. They all came with several data cables, ending in brainwave patches.
Jiang Ling had the good fortune to experience these devices. They were said to be civilian versions of early exoskeleton modules. As for why these modules were eventually phased out of exoskeletons, it was likely because their transmission efficiency and information accuracy weren't as strong as the data cores. Especially with the emergence of artificial intelligence learning algorithms, intelligent exoskeletons can even understand their operators better than they do themselves. The choice between letting humans adapt to the exoskeleton or having the exoskeleton adapt to humans is clear to anyone.
She put on the machine unskillfully, then sat down cross-legged without caring about the stains on the floor, turned on the switch on the machine and closed her eyes.
After a while, she felt her body getting warm, and then she "saw" some dancing flames coming from the front. They were like the high-temperature debris produced by a working steel pipe cutter. Although they carried a very high temperature, they could not hurt any exposed skin.
[Calibrating brainwave signals...]
The picture reappeared, and a simple white giant wall appeared in front of her. There were some red cross points on the wall. Their color contrast was very strong, which made Jiang Ling instinctively want to aim at those points.
[Calibration successful, system initialized...]
After a while, a light golden icon floated in front of her vision. The icon rotated three times, then slowly faded from gold to a white background. Several software that could be selected fell in front of her from a distance like shooting stars.
Then, the person in charge's whistle-like voice resounded through Jiang Ling's virtual reality.
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