Super Copy of Great Power Technology

"The boss is right. Whether that piece of debris is actually a fragment of an alien spaceship has not yet been confirmed, so there's no point in discussing it any further."

"Yes, yes, it's better to land the expeditionary fleet remotely and wait for further observation data. Maybe it's just a small asteroid with a rather peculiar shape, and we're just having a false alarm."

"I've never seen a starship or expeditionary fleet up close before. This is a rare opportunity, and I must see it to my heart's content."

"That's good. Everyone has brain-computer interface devices. I'll send you the remote login mini-program and secret code for the avatar robot. We'll meet on the flagship Proxima Centauri later."

The agreement was reached. Everyone received their remote login credentials, exited the virtual conference room one after another, installed the mini-program, entered the credentials, and remotely projected their consciousness onto a stand-in robot aboard the Proxima Centauri expeditionary fleet. As the chairman of the Rida Group and the inventor and manufacturer of stand-in robots, Jo Rida enjoyed certain privileges in this regard. For example, on the Proxima Centauri immigration ship, there was a personal stand-in robot of Jo Rida, whose height, build, and appearance were completely identical to Jo Rida's. It was exquisitely crafted, almost indistinguishable from the real thing; an unsuspecting observer would think it was Jo Rida himself. When Jo Rida remotely logged into the stand-in robot, no credentials were required for authentication; the process simply involved a single identity verification step, completely seamless and without any delay. Therefore, Jo Rida, the last to leave the virtual conference room, was the first to successfully log in remotely, his consciousness descending upon the Proxima Centauri. As for the others who left the conference room, they not only had to download the mini-program but also enter a 128-digit credentials, so a few minutes' delay was perfectly normal. The surrogate robots they remotely logged into were also standardized models with uniform height and build, and randomized appearances, at most distinguishing between male and female. They were perfectly capable of moving and working, but in terms of aesthetics and ease of operation, they were vastly inferior to custom-designed surrogate robots.

When Joridar opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a dark, cramped space. Any slight movement of his limbs was restricted by the soft materials around him. Feeling the texture with his fingers, he realized the soft materials were likely cushioning foam. As the stand-in robot awakened, the internal sensors immediately detected this, triggering an external mechanical mechanism. The hatch opened automatically, releasing soft light into the storage box, allowing Joridar to finally see his surroundings. It was a vast storage room, at least 500 square meters in size, with a ceiling height of at least five meters. Even without windows, it didn't feel oppressive. The floor, walls, and ceiling were painted a creamy white, creating a warm atmosphere under the orange lighting. On the storage room floor, numerous black storage boxes were placed vertically, row upon row, densely packed together, numbering at least several hundred. These boxes were about one meter square and two meters high, just enough to hold a stand-in robot. The storage box Joridar was in was just one of them.

With a thought, Joreda's Stand robot stepped out of the locker, surveyed its surroundings, and walked along a pre-designated passage towards the door. Simultaneously, inside the locker, over a dozen other Stand robots, remotely activated, emerged one after another, their steps somewhat unsteady, heading towards the door. This is the drawback of using standardized Stand robots: because their body shape differs from the user's, their movements are uncoordinated, requiring an adaptation period before they can move freely. Generally, young people are quick-witted and adaptable, needing only about half an hour to adjust to the Stand robot's body. For those over sixty, the adaptation time will be longer. If one wants to control the Stand robot for more delicate tasks, such as shooting or combat, the adaptation time will be double to three times longer. More importantly, after ending remote control of the Stand and returning consciousness to the user, similar problems of uncoordinated movements and sluggishness will occur, requiring a repetitive adaptation process. The custom-designed stunt double that Qiao Ruida currently operates has identical physical parameters to his own, and he can switch between control modes without experiencing any discomfort. This demonstrates the crucial importance of custom-designed stunt doubles for individuals. However, stunt doubles are extremely expensive, and custom-designed versions are complex and costly to produce, making it impossible to customize one for everyone. Only a few senior managers and key engineers at Ruida Aerospace have custom-designed stunt doubles, and these are not housed on the Proxima Centauri colony spacecraft, but rather on several of Ruida Aerospace's flagship spacecraft.

Pushing open the door and stepping out of the storage room, there was a very long corridor outside, with several storage rooms connected on both sides. The size of the interior space was unclear, but judging from the distance between the doors, these storage rooms should not be much smaller than the one that Qiao Ruida had come out of.

"Mr. Qiao, is that you?" Footsteps sounded behind him, followed by a somewhat familiar voice. A bald male dummy robot strode up from behind.

"Yes, it's me. May I ask who you are?" Qiao Ruida was controlling his custom-made dummy robot, whose appearance was identical to his own, so it wasn't surprising that he was recognized. The other person, however, was controlling a standard robot, whose appearance was randomly generated by AI; only the voice belonged to the operator. Qiao Ruida knew far too many people; distinguishing who was who based solely on voice was far too difficult.

"Mr. Qiao, I am Wu Ziqiang, the workshop director of Production Workshop No. 1 at Ruida Aerospace City." The bald man walked up to Qiao Ruida and introduced himself.

"So it's Director Wu. I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize you just now. Your Bald Qiang-like appearance is too deceptive." Wu Ziqiang was an old employee who joined Ruida Aerospace Company in its early days. He had a high level of education, solid knowledge, outstanding hands-on skills, and certain leadership abilities, so he was promoted very quickly. In just two or three years, he rose from a junior intern to the head of Ruida Aerospace's most important No. 1 workshop.

Wu Ziqiang raised his hand, scratched his bald head, smiled sheepishly, and said, "This stand-in robot was randomly matched to me by the intelligent system. I didn't expect it to be a bald persona; it's so different from me. It's perfectly normal that you don't recognize me, boss. By the way, Mr. Qiao, this corridor seems to have no end in either direction. Which way should we go?" (End of Chapter)