area51novel Chapter 91: A discarded robotic arm that was casually thrown away becomes a prized possession of the
Chapter 91: A discarded robotic arm that was casually thrown away becomes a prized possession of the
Lilith's muffled groan came from beneath the several-ton dark matter robotic arm.
Ye Xiu was so frightened that he dropped the instant noodle bowl in his hand, fearing that the vampire loli would be crushed into an irrecoverable puddle of tomato sauce.
Who knew that this pureblood vampire's physique was even tougher than an aircraft carrier's armor? She used her hands to push against a metal block that was more than ten times her own size and managed to crawl out from underneath.
Lilith's gothic black headband was deformed from being pressed down. She rubbed the back of her head where a red mark had been left, tears welling up in her eyes from feeling wronged.
Lin Xian leaned back in his rocking chair and yawned. He looked at the broken mecha arm on the holographic screen, which had been severed due to high-frequency resonance, and waved his hand dismissively.
Throw this dusty piece of junk out of the yard. It takes up space and prevents my mutant peach trees from getting sunlight.
Upon receiving the command, the invisible intelligent butler instantly enveloped the eight-meter-long giant mechanical arm in a miniature levitation field, throwing it out of the manor like trash.
The abandoned robotic arm, covered in mud and oil, traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the white marble square outside the village entrance with a deafening roar.
The sturdy marble floor tile was instantly dented half a meter deep by the enormous kinetic energy, and shattered stone fragments were scattered all over the sky.
Zhou Bapi led his security team over to investigate. Looking at the enormous thing blocking the middle of the road, he scratched his bald head and asked his boss how to deal with it.
Lin Xian lazily instructed over the walkie-talkie to have the robot vacuum cleaner contact the scrap metal collection station in the county town, weigh the scrap metal by weight, and sell it to everyone to earn some pocket money to buy ice cream.
The moment this casual instruction rang out over the loudspeaker in the square, the elderly academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences who were squatting on the ground eating jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) jumped up like cats whose tails had been stepped on.
Academician Li, who was leading the charge, hadn't even put his cloth shoes on properly and was barefoot when he frantically lunged at the robotic arm that had crashed into the crater.
He stretched out his trembling hands and touched the metal section of the broken robotic arm, feeling the almost perfect, tightly packed molecular structure.
The old man's hands trembled like leaves. He pushed his reading glasses up to his forehead, his face almost touching the remaining eerie blue plasma energy circuit.
This is a micron-level servo drive shaft with zero tolerance. The yield strength of this metal is a full hundred times higher than that of our latest aircraft carrier deck.
Several white-haired old experts surrounded the pile of scrap metal that Lin Xian saw, caressing it like the skin of a peerless beauty, their old eyes gleaming with fanatical green light.
If we really take this and sell it for scrap metal as Mr. Lin suggested, then we old researchers might as well all find a block of tofu and smash our heads against it to atone for our sins.
In his haste, Old Li pulled out a bottle of nitroglycerin pills from his pocket, poured half of it into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Then he turned around and pulled out a secure telephone line with the national emblem on it.
The call went directly to the highest-level confidential hotline in Beijing, where Old Man Li roared and demanded the highest-level escort order.
In less than two hours, a cloud of yellow dust rose up on the national highway outside the Qingshui County Special Zone.
Thirty camouflage-painted military special heavy armored vehicles roared in with piercing sirens, completely sealing off the perimeter of the square like an iron barrel.
Fully armed special forces set up three red and white striped cordons, preventing even a fly from getting close to the mud-covered mechanical arm.
Hundreds of top technicians in protective suits carefully loaded the broken iron pipe into a specially designed, temperature-controlled, and shock-resistant carriage using high-precision lifting equipment.
Upon receiving the news, the National Museum in Beijing immediately issued the highest-level exhibition setup order, clearing out the 2,000-square-meter central exhibition hall overnight.
Those Shang and Zhou bronzes and rare calligraphy and paintings that are usually regarded as rare national treasures were all packed up by the staff and moved to an inconspicuous side hall to gather dust.
This piece of scrap metal that Lin Xian had casually tossed aside was now neatly placed in the most conspicuous bulletproof glass temperature-controlled display case in the central hall.
It was bestowed with the supreme title of the pinnacle of human industrial achievement by the top leadership, and officially became the National Museum's undisputed priceless treasure.
The global mechanical engineering community was stunned when they saw the high-resolution images of the exhibition released by the Chinese government. Countless foreign experts bought full-price plane tickets overnight to queue up for tickets to visit the exhibition.
These senior experts from the Academy of Sciences even moved their bedding into the museum's underground laboratory, where they ate, drank, and relieved themselves right next to this piece of metal.
By studying the metal fragments that fell from this robotic arm, they published hundreds of top-tier academic papers that shocked the world in just one month.
Inspired by the dimensional reduction of this piece of scrap iron, China's materials science and mechanical manufacturing technology experienced an explosive technological boom spanning five hundred years.
Lin Xian lay on the zero-gravity waterbed in the manor, looking at the overwhelming headlines online praising the robotic arm, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
I usually use it as a back scratcher and it's too heavy, but these old men are actually worshipping it and burning incense on it. The scientific community these days is so ignorant.
Xia Anran walked over with a plate of chilled mutant lychees, peeled a crystal-clear piece of fruit and fed it to Lin Xian, her eyes crinkling into crescents with a smile.
Even if it's just a weed, anything Brother Xian gives you is a precious herb. Those experts would definitely treat it like an ancestor and cherish it dearly.
Lin Xian chewed on the sweet and juicy lychee and found that the little girl's words were becoming more and more pleasant to hear. He reached out and pinched her soft cheek.
Chu Yiyi and Murong Xue were practicing singing in the holographic studio. Their high-pitched voices, which pierced the sky, were filtered by the array of soundproof panels and turned into a soft white noise.
Su Qinghan sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through the progress report of the heavy industry contract factory that Qin Yumo had just sent, and was very satisfied with the development speed of the special economic zone.
The entire Qingshui Divine Kingdom returned to its lazy and comfortable rhythm, with everyone immersed in this carefree, idyllic life.
A big yellow dog was lying in the yard gnawing on a mutated cow bone, while a mutated parrot perched on a tree branch, reciting tongue twisters in fluent Russian.
Just then, a loud, arrogant engine roar suddenly came from the white marble square at the village entrance that had been cleared by armored vehicles.
The sound completely ignored the no-stopping warnings on the suspended track outside the special zone and forced its way into the core area in the center of the square, directly hitting the speed bumps.
It was a black luxury van that cost millions to build, with exaggerated celebrity support posters and eye-catching letter logos pasted on its body.
The van's wheels left a glaring black rubber mark on the smooth white marble floor tiles, and came to a steady stop next to the large pit where the robotic arm had originally been placed.
Just as Zhou Bapi and his security team were about to go up and chase the people away, the electric door of the nanny van was suddenly pushed open from the inside.
A young man wearing a leopard-print shirt and shoes covered in rhinestone studs swaggered down the street.
The man was wearing large black sunglasses that almost covered half of his face, and behind him were four burly bodyguards in black suits pushing suitcases.
He casually spat the tasteless chewing gum onto the clean floor tiles, rubbed it between his toes, and then pinched his nose in disgust as he looked around at his surroundings.