Chapter 833 Gaia's Shampoo is amazing!
Nora's face darkened as she looked at the coffin.
If she had hands, she probably would have jumped up and started hitting someone by now.
Nora was initially angry, but hesitated when she saw that the person who gave her the gift was Chloe.
Well, anyone might make fun of Nora, but Chloe is the only one who wouldn't. At least Nora still has a head, but Chloe doesn't even have one.
so.
Nora looked into Chloe's clear eyes and realized that she just hadn't noticed this. Hmm, maybe she'd caught it from Tata too.
But Nora looked down at the coffin again; it was really hard not to notice it!
"Ahem!" Hughes coughed lightly, looking at Nora's face which was gradually turning red, and decided to comfort her: "Nora, don't worry about whether it looks like a coffin or not. Look at whether it's mechanical or a sliding lid!"
Hughes patted his self-propelled wheelchair, and the hatch opened automatically with a "whoosh," revealing the crew compartment inside.
Because of its compact layout and custom design for Nora, the space in this crew cabin is just enough to fit Nora's head.
Nora stared at the custom-made sliding mechanical coffin and fell silent for a moment.
"Anyway, let's give it a try!" At Hughes's signal, Helena shoved Nora inside, closed the hatch, hooked on the padlock, and secured it with the buckles.
"Something doesn't feel right," Nora's muffled voice came from inside. "Why is it secured so tightly?"
"Oh, this is the idea I came up with. I originally wanted to make a regular seat belt, but your shape makes it inconvenient to fasten the seat belt, so I made an external seat belt," Hughes said casually.
Chloe's initial idea was to secure the seatbelt to Nora's mouth, but that would interfere with her speech and make her drool everywhere, so Hughes rejected the idea.
Incidentally, Chloe's original design for the control lever was to be inserted into Nora's mouth for easier operation, which Hughes rejected.
He was afraid that Nora would get so angry that she would jump up and bite someone.
The final solution, though seemingly a bit of a mishmash, was at least within Nora's acceptable range.
Once the hatch was closed, Nora instinctively contacted the machine's spirit.
But before she could make contact, four buttons—↑↓←→—suddenly appeared in front of her, flashing, with another red button next to them.
Nora was taken aback, somewhat confused: "Chloe, I can roughly guess what these four buttons are for, but what is this red button? Emergency brake?"
After saying that, she frowned again and looked at Monica suspiciously.
Monica might have been involved in the design of this self-propelled wheelchair. Given her idea of putting ten times the throttle on a diesel locomotive, this red button might be a one-click takeoff button.
“Oh, that’s the self-destruct mode. When you encounter an enemy you can’t defeat, you can take them down with you!” Chloe raised her head, looking proud. “It’s an old tradition of the Firemoth.”
Nora paused, then the entire self-propelled wheelchair began to tremble slightly: "I remember you said this was for daily transportation?"
Hughes quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "It was originally supposed to be a self-destruction, but I rejected that plan. Now it's an ejection function."
Nora gradually calmed down after hearing this; the self-destruct function was just too outrageous.
Poor Nora, having spent so much time with legendary figures like Castel, didn't realize there was anything wrong with her wheelchair having an ejection function; she even thought it made perfect sense.
"Come on, give it a try." Helena also came over with great interest, took the multi-purpose shampoo bottle that Gaia had just given her, opened the fuel tank cap on the wheelchair, and started pouring it in.
It must be said that Gaia's shampoo is quite good as fuel.
With the roar of an internal combustion engine, Nora finally made contact with the machine spirit—Chloe's directional keys were for easy operation, and communicating directly with the machine spirit would definitely be more efficient.
Nora was already skilled at operating self-propelled artillery, and self-propelled wheelchairs were a piece of cake for her; she suddenly felt as if she and the wheelchair were one.
"How about it, Nora, try taking a couple of steps."
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, Nora gently pressed the accelerator.
boom!
The wheelchair flashed past everyone in an instant, and the entire coffin slammed into the concrete wall.
Hughes's eye twitched; he had vaguely felt the ground tremble just now.
"Let's add an airbag next time."
What is an airbag?
"The idea is to use a small explosion to create a gas-filled airbag when a collision occurs, to prevent whiplash and reduce damage."
"Whiplash effect?"
"When you're in a car crash, your head swings forward and then backward, which can easily break your neck. Uh..."
Hughes looked at Nora embedded in the wall and suddenly remembered that her neck seemed to be broken. Well, at least there was no need to worry about her cervical spine safety.
Monica, standing to the side, had her eyes shining and kept muttering, "Use the explosion to bounce her head back and reduce the damage." It was unclear what she was thinking.
"Someone come and help! This hatch is stuck and won't open!"
Hughes then noticed that the sliding lid of the self-propelled coffin was slightly deformed and was stuck in the wall.
Fortunately, there were enough superhumans present, and they could easily break the iron plate with their bare hands.
Nora was quickly rescued, her head still spinning, with four buttons—↑↓←→—printed on her forehead—where her head had hit.
The good news is that the wheelchair has thick armor plates and multiple external safety belts, and since Nora is not dead, she quickly regained consciousness.
She stared at everyone in confusion for a long time before gradually coming to her senses. She looked at Chloe with an unfriendly expression and said, "Are you trying to kill me and hang me on the tombstone with you?"
Chloe protested, "No! I designed it carefully! The throttle was adjusted according to the self-propelled artillery, all the parameters are the same, I didn't dare to change it!"
Hughes listened for a while, then suddenly interjected, "Same parameters? Didn't you consider the thrust-to-weight ratio?"
A self-propelled artillery piece weighs over ten tons, while this self-propelled wheelchair probably weighs less than a ton. Even with the same thrust, one can move normally, while the other can go straight up a wall.
Chloe was stunned: "Oh right, is that so!"
"Didn't you do an experiment first?"
“Yes, I did. I originally applied for animal testing, but the testing facility said I could contact Nora directly. She’s now taking over the coyote’s stipend for the experimental animals,” Chloe’s voice grew weaker and weaker.
Nini, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her laughter seemed to be contagious, and soon everyone started laughing too.
The room was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)
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