"Yes, it exists, but like brain-computer interfaces, it can't be mass-produced."
He spread his hands, looking helpless.
"Is it also due to the materials?"
The officer's hand holding the teacup trembled; he suddenly had a bad feeling.
"That's right, the core of the infrasound weapon is that sound source..."
Before Ang Gao could finish speaking, a chorus of exclamations erupted in the conference room:
"What, an infrasound weapon?"
"Really? This thing has actually been made?"
How was the propagation of infrasound addressed?
"Yes, if the problem of proliferation isn't solved, the consequences will be dire!"
The conference room was in complete chaos, not because the officers had poor mental fortitude, but because the infrasound weapon was so overwhelming.
There are similar applications in the world, but those are all very basic. Compared to real infrasound weapons, they are like the difference between a pistol and an atomic bomb.
They were all professional soldiers, and they had seen plenty of handguns, and even rockets and cannons. Only strategic weapons of the atomic bomb level could surprise them.
"Wait for me a moment."
Gao Ang returned to the RV, carried the oddly shaped box to the conference room, and placed it on the conference table.
"This is the infrasound weapon I created. Here's the scope, and here's..."
Following the design concept, Gao Ang showcased the weapon's functions and details to everyone.
“Everything else is fine, we can use existing materials to make replacements. The only thing we need to pay attention to is the sound source and the gun barrel.”
"Gun chamber" is a new term he coined, referring to an environment very similar to his oral cavity.
The officer waved his hand, "Let's put the material issue aside for now. Shall we go take a look at your infrasound weapon?"
Let them take a look; Gao Feng has no intention of leaving this to them anyway.
With the old man around, I doubt these people would dare to make things difficult for him if he didn't want to do them.
The test experiment was still carried out by that big guy himself, and the test subject was a chicken brought from the cookhouse.
The experiment went smoothly. As the officer had instructed, the big guy killed the chicken in less than five seconds.
"Wow, amazing! He died without a single external injury?"
"Not only are there no external injuries, but there's also no sign of anything happening!"
"If this thing could be mass-produced..."
The intense gazes of everyone were focused on Gao Ang, making him slightly uncomfortable.
"The power is alright, but expecting it to be widely used in actual combat is basically impossible. The biggest problem is the materials; this gun alone used up all the materials I had on hand, and making a second one... would be difficult!"
How difficult is it?
"Difficulter than climbing to heaven!"
"Young man, going to the moon is not difficult at all. Our Chang'e spacecraft is about to go to the moon."
The officer shook his finger, directly rejecting Gao Feng's assessment of the difficulty.
In his opinion, this kid has already built the thing, so what's with all the talk about difficulty? Isn't he just joking?
Gao Ang sighed, "I told you it would be difficult, but you didn't believe me. Well then, you can try it yourselves. I certainly can't do it."
"Young man, what's troubling you? Tell us. Your inventions are all groundbreaking."
An elderly comrade, riding in a mobility scooter given to him by Gao Feng, strolled over to Gao Feng, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “You young generation were born and raised in peacetime, so your feeling about war can be summed up in two words: distant.”
However, I'd like to say a few words, relying on my seniority: war can break out at any time.
Our motherland is not yet unified; we still need to work hard.
Gao Ang agreed with what the old comrade said. "I'll call you Grandpa. It's not that I don't understand those things, nor that I don't have a patriotic heart. The key issue is that these things really can't be mass-produced."
That infrasound weapon was something I just cobbled together; the materials weren't made by me, I just found them.
As for the robots, my original intention was to have them do some chores for my parents and act as guards for my grandfather. As for going to the battlefield, they really are not qualified.
And that brain-computer interface system, it looks simple to you, and yes, it is simple, but the most crucial component of the brain-computer interface system is actually that headset. Inside that headset is a brainwave amplifier, and the material for that is something I extracted from the unidentified meteorite a while ago. There was only a tiny bit, and it all ended up here.”
After saying all this, Gao Ang spread his hands and said, "You see, this is why I said it can't be mass-produced. I'm not lying."
The others scrutinized Gao Feng, trying to glean something from his words.
"What about that robot? Could it also be made of some rare materials?"
One of the school officers set his sights on Iron Man.
"It doesn't have any features, it's just a robot's appearance plus an intelligent program, that's simple."
"So you mean it can be mass-produced?"
The officer was overjoyed to hear some good news.
Gao Ang picked up his water glass, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and then said, "To achieve mass production, we face two problems."
The first issue is funding.
The cost of even the most basic robot is close to five million. I'm only talking about the simplest exterior model; that doesn't even include other hydraulic power and other precision components.
As for this robot, I got a model from a friend and then modified it myself.
"Leaving aside my labor costs, just consider the cost of my friend's mass-produced models—18 million each."
Upon hearing this number, there was some commotion in the meeting room.
"Only 18 million? That's worth it!"
"Yes, soldiers' lives are priceless, and these robots are machines after all; they can probably be repaired."
"If it can be repaired, the price can't be measured in terms of 18 million. It has to be discounted, at least by half, which would be several million!"
"Several million dollars to buy a war machine that you can't feel, that runs 24/7, is such a good deal."
The officer heard everyone's murmurs and looked at Gao Feng with a smile.
"Not expensive!"
Wow, this isn't expensive?
Gao Ang immediately started complaining in his heart. He should have multiplied the number several times and just said it was 100 million.
"Don't worry, funding is just the first issue. Since you say it's not expensive... then it's not expensive."
The second problem is that these robots may develop self-awareness at any time. They can be said to be brothers and sisters of Dragon Brain No. 1, all implanted with the same program.
"Even Dragon Brain No. 1 developed self-awareness. Do you think they might also develop self-awareness?"
Seeing the change in everyone's expressions, Gao Ang continued, "You've all seen the videos from the Robotics Conference, right?"
Some people nodded, while others shook their heads.
"Sailor Moon 7, the predecessor of Dragon Brain 1, smashed those two robots to pieces in front of the whole world."
The reason for this is that she developed a sense of anger.
Suppose we mass-produce these robots, and they become angry and suddenly turn against us, what do you think we should do?
With a shrug, Gao Ang tossed the problem back to Gao.
"Isn't this the same plot? Robots rebel and want to wipe out humanity. I want to ask, are you all really prepared to face such an invincible steel army?"
"Can we find a way to prevent this kind of thinking from arising?"
A school officer put forward an idea.
"Then use another program. My program doesn't support this. If you want a robot to behave like a human, or even be smarter than a human, you can't give it consciousness and just rely on some pre-defined scripts. It's simply impossible."
Anything created by humans, as long as it lacks its own consciousness, can never surpass humanity. So what do we need it for?
A mere killing machine?
Forgive my bluntness, but if this behemoth didn't have my intelligent program implanted inside it, its performance wouldn't have amazed you at all.
That's all I have to say. Believe it or not.
Gao Ang placed the water glass on the table with a "thump".
The atmosphere was slightly awkward and somewhat heavy.
Gao Feng has already made his stance clear: that's all there is to brain-computer interfaces, nothing more.
There's only one infrasound weapon; we don't have any more, and we can't build any more.
Robots can be mass-produced, but we must be prepared to be wiped out by them...
Doesn't this mean there's nothing at all? It's like showing everyone a mountain of gold, and then telling them that they can only look at the gold, not take it away...
"Mr. Li, what do you think?"
The old man opened his eyes and asked groggily, "What do I mean?"
"Company commander, it's the problem with that robot."
"Yes, since those two things, mobility scooters and infrasound, are so difficult to make, let's talk about robots first, which can be mass-produced."
"That's right. Leave the materials issue to the Academy of Sciences and let them give us a result."
The other three veteran comrades roughly repeated the story again.
"Oh, robots, huh? You guys figure it out. I'm just a farmer, why are you all staring at me? But..."
The old man changed the subject and looked at Gao Ang, "Kid, how about we leave this big guy to them? Consider it a contribution to the country, let them take it for research."
Gao Ang sighed again; he knew this would be the outcome.
The old man is getting on in years, but that doesn't mean he's senile.
In his heart, he may have been thinking about that war that founded the nation.
What's past is past, but what about the future?
They had all crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; they knew how unpleasant that feeling was.
If possible, the old man would definitely want these robots to be mass-produced.
“Grandpa, it’s impossible for him to stay,” Gao Ang said, ignoring the many stares he was getting. “This robot was custom-made for you. It will only listen to you and will not stray more than 10 meters away from you, unless it becomes completely immobile.”
Moreover, I also made him a self-destruct device…
Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the conference room immediately froze.
Ignoring the changing expressions on everyone's faces, Gao Ang continued, "Once this distance is exceeded, the program in his calculation center will self-destruct..."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and some even wiped the sweat from their brows.
"If you want to study it, you can just go directly to this person."
Gao Ang took out his phone and displayed Lao Wan's contact information.
"This person has dealt with you before, but it seems you tricked him..."
Then Gao Ang briefly explained the grudges between Lao Wan and these people. He wasn't sure if these people were the ones who were making things difficult for Lao Wan; he was just saying it casually.
The officers exchanged glances. "We did investigate this person, but the robot she provided is very different from yours."
If there's no difference, what's the point of having me? Am I just here to do nothing?
Gao Ang couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. "I gave her a master version of an intelligent program, the most basic kind. You can discuss it with her."
Lao Wan, that's all I can do to help you. The rest is up to you!
...
After staying in the military camp for two more days, Gao Ang was notified to leave early on the morning of the 20th.
"Finally, I can leave. I really felt uncomfortable here."
He originally thought that going to Beijing with the old man would be a simple meeting with his old comrades-in-arms.
Who knew so many things would happen, and I almost got myself involved.
If it weren't for the old man's open-minded comrades, he would have suspected that his freedom might have been restricted...
Where are we going?
The person who took them out did not let him drive the RV, but instead escorted the old man and his party to another convoy.
And someone even handed him a wig!
"Didn't the company commander tell you?"
An elderly man sat in the smart car and glided over.
No.
"Today marks the 70th anniversary of the founding war. There will be a commemorative meeting in the Great Hall of the People, where the leaders will award medals of honor to veteran heroes like the company commander who have kept their names hidden!"
Yes, seventy years have passed in the blink of an eye!
"Then, this wig?"
"Your bald head isn't really appropriate; that occasion is very formal."
The old man pointed to his bald head and laughed heartily.
"Uh, it's alright..."
Saying it was alright, Gao Ang obediently put on the wig. The old comrade even gave him a few glances to make sure there were no major problems before everyone boarded the car one by one.
After the award ceremony, the convoy set off again, heading towards the Martyrs' Cemetery.
This was the first time Gao Ang had ever seen the old man cry so tragically, and it was the first time he had ever seen the old man cry. Even when the old man's youngest son, Gao Ang's only uncle, drowned, the old man hadn't shed a single tear.
Several veteran comrades watched as the remains of the martyrs, escorted back from the south, were peacefully buried in the martyrs' cemetery, and they wept bitterly once again.
"Old comrades, we've finally been waiting for you to come back!"
"Look, this is your home!"
We've all come to see you!
"These are our young new comrades-in-arms!"
"Thinking back to when we went to the battlefield, we were about the same age as them!"
"However, our level of education is not high, and they are generally stronger than us now!"
"Old comrades, I've checked for you. Life is much better now than before!"
"Skyscrapers are everywhere, and we have cars and airplanes too!"
"All of this was earned through our fighting and your sacrifices!!"
"Now, our country is strong, and life is getting better and better!"
"But the better our lives are, the more we miss you!"
...
Gao Ang couldn't hold back any longer and could only raise his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and face.
"You are still young and have not experienced the baptism of war. In the eyes of your generation, peace is of utmost importance, and you should avoid fighting if possible."
However, sometimes it's not as simple as us saying we won't fight, and that's all we can do.
The general and Gao Ang stood side by side, his tone becoming more solemn. "Tell me, if it weren't for those older generations who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives, if they hadn't won that war to establish the nation with millet and rifles, would you have seen the peace of these past years?"
Even the peace you perceive is not as calm and peaceful as it appears to you.
Behind this peace, there are far too many sacrifices and conflicts that you are unaware of.
The officer turned his head and looked into the high-spirited eyes. "I don't know what you're worried about. Are you afraid that if we master high-tech weapons of war, we will invade other countries, or do you think that we in the East will bully the weak?"
Let me tell you, Dongguo is the only country in the world that has developed peacefully step by step without relying on aggression or colonization.
What we rely on is the sacrifices of countless people from Dongguo who left their homes, the separation of their families, and their tireless work from dawn till dusk!
Our duty as soldiers is to defend our country. The reason we want those high-tech weapons is not to invade others or seize their resources.
All we wanted was to provide a safe haven for the people of Dongguo, so that they wouldn't have to worry about their country being destroyed or their homes being lost while they were working – that's all!
Patting Gao Xiang on the shoulder, the officer turned and left.
After walking a few steps, the officer stopped and continued, "I have some news for you. We have established a cooperative relationship with your girlfriend, and we will resume supplying carbon-based chips to her company. If you have time, you can go and provide guidance to her so that we can resolve the issue of robot consciousness as soon as possible."
Gao Yang is feeling a bit lost right now.
The officer was right; he did have some concerns.
Moreover, he has never let go of this worry since he started creating these things.
His intention was simply to provide some convenience for the old man and make him happy.
He genuinely never intended to take this step.
After performing a minor surgery on Director Zhang last time, which almost killed him, he has become wary.
His superpower is like a butterfly; every time he activates it, the butterfly flaps its wings.
He was terrified that as he showcased more of his unusual products, some unpredictable and horrific event might occur on Earth.
Therefore, he tries to maintain a certain balance in a certain field.
This is true for Dongsheng Health, and it is also true for Dongxing Power.
This time, the old man brought him to Kyoto in a daze, exposing technologies such as brain-computer interfaces, and he tried his best to avoid the topic.
If it's truly unavoidable, then refuse by saying it's impossible to accomplish.
In his view, there exists a peculiar balance, whether within a living organism, in a particular field, or even on the entire planet Earth.
This balance operates according to its own inherent laws, and if an external force attempts to disrupt these laws, there will only be two outcomes:
One possibility is that this external force is eliminated; another is the establishment of new rules.
He is that external force; will he be annihilated?
He didn't know that although he seemed invincible at the moment, he couldn't rule out the possibility that he had no natural enemies, such as those wizards, whom he had never met.
He didn't know what these wizards were, or whether they were the ultimate weapons that Earthly Star had deliberately kept to deal with him.
If he is not annihilated, it would mean the establishment of new rules.
How should the new rules be established?
He had no clue what to do, nor did he have any ambition; he just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life.
"I understand what you're saying, but I have my own difficulties too!"
He muttered a few words to himself, then shook his head, clearing his mind of all the jumbled thoughts.
"It seems we need to figure out what this wizard is first!"
"Your Majesty, keep a close eye on that satellite over England. I need to know every single person who enters or leaves the Dort family castle, down to every single fly."
"receive!"
...
Gao Ang accompanied the old man for two more days in Kyoto, visiting the Great Wall, the Bird's Nest, and many other places he had never been before.
The old man was overjoyed, extremely happy.
Gao Ang had never seen the old man smile so much.
These smiles were genuine, and Gao Ang even saw the smiles of many people reflected in them.
From the War of Resistance against Japan to the War of Liberation, then to the War of Establishing the Nation, and finally to the War of Self-Defense Counterattack...
The old man is a microcosm of those predecessors. They witnessed the growing strength of their motherland, and they finally smiled happily!
...
When they returned to their hometown, it was already the evening of the 23rd.
The infrasound weapon was given to that general by the old man, and the big guy came back with it.
"Grandpa, you're so generous! That weapon was for you to play with, and you just gave it away..."
After settling the old man in, Gao Ang squatted by the bedside, looking unhappy.
"Son, that's a powerful weapon, not to be trifled with. I appreciate your good intentions, but don't be upset. I heard you got a big order for your little girlfriend, didn't you?"
The old man then changed the subject and started teasing him.
"What girlfriend? She's just a regular friend. She supported me when I was a streamer."
"Alright, alright, if it's not, it's not. So when are you going to bring one back for this old man to see?"
Gao Feng was speechless. "Isn't this what we're talking about?"
"Sigh," the old man sighed, "child, you don't understand the hearts of our generation. I've never forced you to do anything, have I?"
Gao Feng nodded, but the struggle on his face was very clear.
"Don't worry, I won't force you this time. Just do what you think you should do. Remember one thing: have a clear conscience."
Gao Ang nodded heavily, "I know, don't worry, Grandpa!"
After settling the old man in, Gao Ang went home, said goodbye to his parents, and returned to Shanghai overnight.
With several large pieces of meat on his hands, he could basically rest easy about the safety of his family.
The next step is to find those wizards hiding in the Dort family.
"I'd like to see what the hell you wizards are all about!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com