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Chapter 62 Prosthetics
The other party's wheelchair stopped in front of Turing with the sound of "creaking", and the raised floor tiles of the sidewalk were lightly embedded in the pattern of the tires.

"Hello."

Turing greeted the other party, but there was not much expression on his face.

The middle-aged man in front of him is a "neighbor" he just met two days ago, and lives in the house a few hundred meters away next to Turing.

His name is Andrew, and he is an immigrant from the Mickton Federation.This was Turing's second meeting with him.

The man in the wheelchair was holding a wine bottle and a mobile phone, with messy yellow hair hanging on his head, and slipped to Turing's side by rubbing left and right on the joystick of the wheelchair with his hands holding things.

Accompanied by a strong mixed smell of tobacco and alcohol into Turing's breath, Andrew seemed to want to have a chat with him, and said with a breath of alcohol:

"I haven't thanked you for what happened last time... Shall I buy you a drink later?"

"No, I'm waiting for the bus, next time."

Turing shook his head and took a step sideways.

Generally speaking, normal people don't like alcoholics.

And the opportunity to get to know this drunk was two days ago when Turing went out to get takeaway, Andrew passed by the door.It seems that from drinking, he bumped his head on the street lamp outside and fell off the wheelchair.In the end, Turing and the delivery man helped him up.

"How about that? You are my new neighbor after all! The bar will open soon, and I must invite you..." Andrew seemed to be still drinking, and reached out to touch Turing.

"Not today, Andrew. I'm waiting for the bus and I have other things to do." Turing frowned and avoided.

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized:

"Oh! Oh! Wait for the car, well, come to my house when you have time!"

Turing nodded and didn't say much.

Alcohol, however, can make a person enthusiastic and pompous, or irritable and irritable.Andrew belongs to the former category.

After Turing declined, he didn't mean to leave, but talked about some trivial things to Turing with various exaggerated gestures.

Similar to the backyard that his family has never taken care of; Turing, the new neighbor; the car race every night, and his little stories about drinking and picking up his son from school...

Turing glanced at him, a little speechless.

This neighbor's house is the one he has focused on, after all, it is the one that lives closest to him.

There was no doubt that the Mikton Commonwealth was a drunkard and a vagrant.

But through the various information obtained by the mechanical bug in the opponent's home, it showed that this was actually a man with a lot of savings.

In Andrew's various body languages, it seemed that the bottle of wine he was holding was not tightly capped, causing some yellow liquid to spill onto his leather shoes.

And this pair of dirty, unremarkable leather shoes is not cheap, if the metal logo is not fake.

This information, combined with his broken leg, made Andrew a story-telling alcoholic.

At this time, Andrew's eloquent mouth paused for a moment, as if his mouth was a little dry.

But he still didn't intend to leave, even though Turing didn't understand him too much.

The man turned on the screen of his mobile phone, swiped it a few times, and showed Turing something.

Turing, who was a little curious by the other party, glanced at Andrew's mobile phone and saw a product with a price tag of hundreds of thousands.

It was a pair of metal shanks.

"Is this... a prosthetic?"

Andrew proudly raised his phone: "Recently, several countries have suddenly launched these things. I've been watching them for several days, and I'm going to give myself a new one!"

Recently, Turing, who has become more and more sensitive to technology products, came over, and Andrew also cooperatively raised his phone and played a short conceptual video for him.

The content is a conceptual introduction to metal arms and metal legs.Strictly speaking, this is more like some kind of composite than metal.

The gray matte shell is intertwined with fine bionic muscle fibers, and the fine wiring structure can be seen in the joint gap between each finger.

"Are you sure this isn't a big pie?" Turing asked the drunk, looking at the other's empty calf.

"Definitely not!" Andrew chuckled and chattered about the future of prosthetics, which sounded like an excerpt from the content released by Internet keyboard warriors or product companies
"Which country is this from?" Turing straightened up and asked thoughtfully.

"Hey, Mickton Federation. Four companies over there have announced prosthetic products. They have hands and feet, but they haven't been officially released yet."

Andrew spoke excitedly, put the wine bottle in the container of the wheelchair, took out two cigarettes in a fan shape and held them in his hands, and instructed Ling to take the outer one.

"I don't smoke... If I remember correctly, you are also from the Mickton Federation, right?" Turing waved his hand and refused, holding his mobile phone in the other hand, and began to search for relevant information.

"Ha, I have already moved to Muguo nationality." Andrew lit a cigarette for himself, "I just came to Yezhou by accident."

"Why do you want to migrate?" Turing glanced at the other party calmly.

Hearing this, Andrew, who had been eloquent all this time, laughed and avoided the topic.

I have something to cover up, don't you want to talk more...

Realizing this, Turing didn't ask much, but shifted the topic to prosthetics:

"So many companies are starting to launch this kind of thing now?"

"That's right! Makukuni, Mikton, Banga, Reyel...these things popped up all of a sudden, what a surprise!"

Turing flicked on the mobile browser, and what was displayed was the press conference of seven or eight companies, and the launch time was some time ago.Many of them have directly released videos transplanted and used by disabled people.

What he was thinking was whether this was Tektronix's technology to transform people.

Judging from various sources of information, no matter whether it is the reformers, the carbon changers, or the systems of the Nine Divisions and the Crime Policy Bureau, they have existed in this world for a long time.But in the civilian range, I have never seen anything like it.

Could this be a sign that technology containing decarbonized particles is beginning to slowly gain popularity?

"The pricing range is very wide. Some companies can reach hundreds of thousands, while others can reach eight figures?"

"Yeah." Andrew nodded, "I've already taken a fancy to one. I've been disabled for so many years, and I also want to try the feeling of standing up...haha!"

Turing did not doubt the other party's words. It can be seen from Andrew that he does have a lot of savings.

After a brief check, Turing took down the names of some companies and put away the phone.

The amount of information is very mixed. Some companies are in the automobile industry, some are in the military industry, and there are even light industry companies.

Among them, there are two local companies in Yezhou that have launched mechanical prosthetics.

He didn't look into it carefully. There might be some connection between these companies that released prosthetic products, but his intuition told him that it should be controlled by the constructor organization.

Just going to meet Sachs tonight, the boss who runs the Wilson company should give himself some answers.

Chatted with Andrew about prosthetics, and the alcoholic felt happy that he was finally able to arouse Turing's interest, and continued to teach Turing self-indulgent knowledge, such as neural connections, special light materials, bionics Muscles and stuff.

During the conversation, Turing also waited for the driver, so he stopped chatting with Andrew, waved goodbye, got in the car and left.

Sitting in the car, watching the figure of the drunk fading away in the rearview mirror, Turing took out his mobile phone and scanned the various prosthetics on the webpage, but another idea popped into his mind.

Can phantom limbs use the ability of daughter bodies to be planted in the bodies of disabled people, allowing them to "grow" limbs that can be manipulated?
　Change first and then change, there is nothing dry, so I decided to add another chapter before 3 o'clock

　
(End of this chapter)