binary dead train

Chapter 12 The Phantom Limb
"This is?!"

Turing was shocked, and in desperation, he grabbed the mechanical tentacles and pulled them out fiercely, but the mechanical tentacles remained unmoved, and kept rushing towards Turing's body.

click...

click...

The creepers on the balcony burst one after another, and thick mechanical tentacles broke out of their shells, flying wildly in all directions, leaving scratches around the balcony, the window glass was instantly shattered, and the curtains were also involved and twisted. gotta smash.

Suddenly, Turing felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something had gotten in.

puff.

Turing passed out on the ground, and the mechanical tentacles around him seemed to have sensed, and slowly stopped their frantic posture, and flocked to the back of Turing's neck.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Turing opened his heavy eyelids, revealing a pair of blank eyes.

"Wait...just now"

Bang!
Just the thought of standing up, Turing felt himself instantly rise from the ground and hit the ceiling.

"Fuck?"

Then he subconsciously wanted to scratch his head again, but before he put his hand on it, he felt a cold thing sticking to his scalp, which gave him a jolt and he woke up from the dizzy state.

Then find yourself as if in heaven.

To be precise, it is the heaven of my own living room.

Below is a messy living room.A large number of mechanical tentacles are supporting the ground, supporting Turing in midair.

"This is..." Turing turned his head to the balcony and saw a large piece of broken plant shells, "Creeper?!"

The idea of ​​going down had just formed in his mind, he only felt a strong sense of weightlessness, he was slammed down by the mechanical tentacles, and his butt hurt, but Turing couldn't care about his butt, his eyes flickered to see As for those mechanical tentacles, they also stood up, stretched and contracted in front of Turing's eyes very cooperatively.

But why is the back of the neck so heavy?

Stretch out your hand and touch it, it's cold and has a raised metal texture.

He hurriedly wanted to run into the bedroom to look in the mirror, but the mechanical tentacles had already propped him up on the ground, and he slid into the bedroom with his body bumping and rolling.

The jacket has long been torn and thrown in the living room. Turing is now topless, with his back to the full-length mirror.

From the spine to the back of the head, a large piece of metal exoskeleton is wrapped on it. It looks like the spine-shaped mechanical tentacles are put together. At the top, there seems to be tiny mechanical tentacles that have penetrated into the back of the brain and spine, similar to his own. The nerves were connected, and countless thick mechanical tentacles drilled out of the bottom and sides.

As for the front part, his neck seemed to be covered with a scarf, but it was in the shape of a metal exoskeleton.

These mechanical tentacles are the same size, extendable in length, and move with their own thoughts.

Turing raised his arm, and two tentacles circled upwards, twisting in front of his eyes. Each was as thick as a calf, and there were three-fingered steel claws on the top.

"Is this a blessing in disguise?"

Countless tentacles moved with Turing's thinking, waving wantonly, until Turing felt a heat flow in his middle.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, a smear of red liquid flowed down his fingertips.

"nosebleed?"

This reminded Turing that in some science fiction works, the protagonist's ability to overload the brain or props and equipment will cause nosebleeds.With my current ability, it seems that I can't completely let go and control all the mechanical tentacles to move in unison.

Turing counted, there are eight in total.

"This is really Dr. Octopus..."

Shaking his head, he tried to control the mechanical tentacles to come to the living room, and then used the mechanical tentacles one by one to clean up the mess, from being cautious at the beginning to getting familiar with it.

Walking in front of the gray fox, it seemed to be quite frightened, shivering in the cage. Turing smiled, controlled the tentacles to fill it with water and food, and then gently touched its head with his hand to comfort it. .

"These things...should be considered plants, right?" Turing sat on the sofa, one palp touched Geller Steen's notes from the side, and the other helped to open and turn the pages.

"I remember that in Geller Sting's notes, he didn't mention that he injected the decarburized stock solution into the plants. So how did these things that took root and sprouted on my neck inexplicably become like this?"

Flipping through the book with his tentacles, Turing suddenly had an inexplicable feeling that his memory seemed to be stronger, and Geller Sting could remember everything in his notes clearly.

A mechanical tentacles approached his eyes, claws grabbed the air.

"Is it also because of these guys..."

"But the creeper didn't become like this by injection, I just accidentally spilled the stock solution on it. Should this be attributed to the characteristics of the plant?"

Snapped.

The tentacles closed the notebook and put it aside. In just a few minutes, Turing had already scanned it again, and found no experimental records related to plants.

"There is another problem. The animals injected with the stock solution will enter the first stage within eight hours, and only a small amount of fleshy tissue is replaced with machinery."

"The hyena in the third stage is only a large area of ​​machinery, and still has flesh and blood."

"But the ivy mutated almost immediately, and it has completely transformed into a mechanical creation, and there is no sign of a plant at all. Could it be that they entered the fourth stage in an instant?"

Turing took out his mobile phone and found that he had passed four hours before he fell into a coma. There were still several missed calls on the mobile phone, which were from the university counselor and the company boss.

Temporarily neglecting his mobile phone, Turing looked at the eight thick tentacles that moved with his thoughts, and thought for a while.

For this accident, I may need to do some experiments on them to answer my many questions.I also want to test what changes these things have made to my brain, and their strength...

"From now on, you will be called... phantom limbs."

……

In order to test the phantom limb, Turing asked his boss for three days off on the grounds that he had a bad cold and could not return to normal work.

During the past three days, Turing has been researching and testing various abilities of phantom limbs, and half of the living room has been turned into a laboratory by him.

It is said to be a laboratory, but in fact it is just a pile of various broken machines and a simple experimental bench.

Snapped!
With a sharp bang, a soda can that was drunk was instantly pierced by the phantom limb and thrown into the trash can.

The strength and strength of the phantom limbs are very high, but how high it is, because the test conditions do not allow it, Turing cannot know exactly.But the clenched claws can form a triangular pyramid with strong penetrating power, easily piercing through walls or steel plates without any effort.

When I found an outdoor test, one phantom limb could pull things like street lamps up from the ground, and two or three phantom limbs could grab a big tree hugged by two people.Of course, these are all carried out under the condition that no one is guaranteed.

In terms of practicality, this thing can also adapt to precise operations, and can help oneself assemble primitive technological items, repair computers, wash dishes with a rag, and clean up... It is a multi-functional equipment.

The current problem with this thing is that I don't know what the strength limit is. After all, hyenas can directly tear apart several centimeters thick hull steel plates, and another is concealment.

After all, if the clothes he wears are slightly thinner, his back will have a bulge, and his neck is equipped with a strange exoskeleton. The second disease is not popular in this era, so he doesn't want to look like a cyberpunk cosplay.

On this issue, Turing has been wearing the mountain sculpture coat for the past few days. This coat has a large hat and Velcro on the sides to cover the neck. It was originally Turing's favorite warm coat in winter, but The phantom body is now perfectly covered.

And those tentacles can be retracted into a part of the main body, and the phantom limbs of the spine structure can also be shortened step by step. When Turing puts on the clothes, they are side by side and carried on the back, which is a bit heavy.

In order to study the difference between plant demonization and animal demonization, he bought some meat of different animals and different plants in the vegetable market, and watered and injected them with diluted decarburized stock solution.

Then you end up with some oddly shaped scrap metal that's completely useless.

And if these things are analyzed from the mechanical principle, Turing will be helpless.He is not in this line of work, and he has no money to hire experts in this field, and he will not reveal his secrets like this.

"At present, it may be necessary to learn some knowledge in this area... such as mechanical principles, materials science and the like."

Speaking of this, in addition to enhancing the memory of his brain, the phantom limb has also improved his overall mental state, his appetite has increased, and his dynamic visual ability has also been greatly enhanced.

One was played by a friend during the break yesterday to play a battle royale shooting game. The reaction speed and dynamic vision were fully reflected in the game. It was crazy to kill a sea of ​​skeletons. My friend kept asking why Turing became so sharp.

The other is that when I went to the hardware store to pick up the ordered parts, a few children downstairs were playing football, and accidentally kicked Turing who was passing by, and went straight to the door. Catch the children's football.

"It's meaningless. My current conditions can't draw any conclusions at all."

Looking at the wasted diluted decarburization stock solution and another pile of scrap iron on the table, the phantom limb cleaned up in an instant, and changed the food and water for the gray fox by the way.

"I need venues, equipment, and even places like small laboratories to study these things...but it's too early for me now. First, I don't have money, and then I don't have the knowledge reserves in this area. Geller Sting's animal skin notes... In fact, there are many things that I don't understand."

There is no way to force something like knowledge, it needs to be accumulated over time, and money is also something that cannot be rushed. Turing can only helplessly.

"This should be regarded as the completion of the experiment, then..."

Turing took out his white glasses and put them on.

"There should be some changes in the technology tree... sure enough!"

On the technology tree projected by the white glasses, there was originally only a small gray grid, with a little shadow of a notebook.

But now, not only is a notebook icon lit up in the gray grid, but a new grid is even extended above it, and it is also in the state of the lit icon—a phantom limb.

The small print below has also changed.

【Climbing the Technology Tree】

[Current technical value: 2]

"Lighted up two icons and gave me two technical points? What's the use?"

Turing's operations, voice control, touch control, and imagination have all been tried, and the entire technology tree has not changed in any way.

"I don't understand, maybe I have to go back to that station to see if any changes will be triggered."

After no results, Turing put away his glasses.

Looking at the time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and he still had things to do.

Turing received a call from his boss this morning. Although he was also on leave today, the immediate junior leader hoped that he would go to the company before get off work hours to help send a copy of the company's internal documents to a senior who worked at home. staff.

The other party's position is the boss's boss.

Although I was a bit reluctant to do errands, I still ran errands during the leave, but after studying for several days, it was good for Quan Dang to relax. I have been messing with phantom limbs and notes for the past two days.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Turing put on his clothes, blocked the body of the phantom limb without any flaws, and called an online car-hailing car to go out.

He made up his mind to go to the last subway station after delivering the things.

To Turing's surprise, this time it turned out to be the brother who talked last time, and the brother was taken aback when he saw Turing get in the car.

"Hey, brother, it's you again, it's a fate." The driver started the car and drove on the road.

"It's okay." Turing nodded, not wanting to talk, and asked some introductory and advanced books on mechanical knowledge in a professional knowledge forum.

But the old man is still the same as before, talking about himself, Turing is too embarrassed to neglect others, and will reply with a few words.

After driving for a few minutes, the driver suddenly stopped the car:
"I'll go, why is the traffic jam so long today?!"

Turing poked his head and saw the dense traffic jam ahead, turned his head and asked the driver:

"How long does this usually take?"

"I don't know." The driver shook his head, "Looking at the length, it could be half an hour at most, or 10 minutes at least. I guess there was an accident ahead... really unlucky."

"Half an hour..." Turing looked at the time, and it was okay, and he should be there before get off work at six o'clock.

So he took a deep breath and turned on his phone to kill the time in traffic jam.

At this moment, he noticed that pedestrians on both sides were running towards him.

"what's the situation?"

Turing poked his head out immediately, and found that in the traffic jam at the front, a person got out of a car and ran towards him.

Said it was running, but it was more like running away from something.

There are some bad emotions in my heart.Turing quickly got out of the car, went up to grab a person to ask.

"There seems to be a car accident ahead. It seems that some kind of truck is out of control. It is said that there is a poison gas leak. The police are evacuating at the front. I don't know very well. Seeing everyone running, I also ran quickly."

The man left immediately after speaking.

"A truck again? A poisonous gas leak?"

As soon as I thought of this, there was a faint rumbling sound from the ground, and it was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, a huge heavy truck appeared in the road ahead, heading in the opposite direction, the huge tires rumbled and crushed countless vehicles!

The crowd instantly panicked and fled in all directions. Turing also got out of the car and fled the scene among the crowd. When he noticed that the truck was getting closer, he immediately looked back.

A familiar figure appeared in the driver's seat.

"It's him……"

The mysterious man who appeared at the scene of the car accident was actually sitting in the driver's seat of this high-tech heavy truck at this moment, and he was still going on a rampage in reverse.

"There's something really wrong with this guy."

Turing stopped among some people standing on the sidewalk watching the excitement. At this moment, he was far away from the road where the conflict occurred. He wanted to see what this guy was trying to do.

Under the huge crashing sound, several passers-by screamed and ran away quickly, and some people stood beside Turing and recorded the crime scene with their mobile phones at close range, most of them were excited young people.There are also live broadcasts with long poles.

And at this moment, the speed of the heavy truck on the road suddenly slowed down.

The driver seemed to be looking towards Turing, and slowed down for some reason.

The next moment, Turing saw the man slam the steering wheel, and the heavy truck turned suddenly, at a fast speed, and slammed into him hard!

After a burst of screams, the crowd dispersed, and Turing hurriedly ran towards the side where the opponent hit, but the truck also slightly adjusted its front and slammed straight into it!

boom! ! ! !

With a loud noise, the heavy truck and the people crashed obliquely into the buildings on the side of the street, and half of the truck's head crashed into it.

clack clack...

Metal creaked.

After a few seconds of silence, the truck started slowly and backed away, as if preparing to continue on the road.

Snapped!
Suddenly, a mechanical tentacles suddenly protruded and grabbed the front cover of the truck in an instant.

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