White armor

Chapter 724 Regrets After Abundant Material Resources

For a moment, Mr. Lou was in a daze, as if Professor Luo would appear from behind the robotic panda in the next second.

However, there was no one behind that adorable mechanical creature; only the conspicuous takeout box on its back stood out.

This is actually a food delivery robot!
Boss Lou stared in disbelief as his subordinate pulled out his phone and gently waved it at the head of the robotic panda—in reality, there was no actual contact; the sensor authentication was completed simply by bringing the phone close.

With a ding, the delivery box on the robot panda's back opened, and its subordinates took out the coffee inside.

The coffee is placed in a recessed compartment, which has a special design and is installed very stably. The robot panda delivered the coffee without spilling a single drop.

Has China evolved to this extent in just half a year? Boss Lou still remembers the robot panda from the Ice and Snow Festival.

Even on New Year's Eve, under the spotlight, the AI ​​robot still made a mistake.

In just a few months, the robot panda started delivering food!

This is too fast, so fast that Boss Lou can't keep up.

"Boss, this is the tea I ordered for you." The subordinate placed the tea in front of Boss Lou with a fawning expression.

"When did it start?"

"what?!"

"I said the robotic panda has started delivering food," Boss Lou asked.

"I don't know. Two months ago, my package was delivered by Robot Panda," the subordinate said. "But it seems that the deliverymen and food delivery drivers were very unhappy after that, and it almost caused a public opinion incident. In the end, it was not rolled out, but it was retained in some areas. Here, Robot Panda delivers food."

"The robot panda is much better at delivering food than a deliveryman. It's fast and reliable, like a whirlwind. Unlike deliverymen, who sometimes have their moods, the robot panda is patient and hardworking." Boss Lou's subordinate said in authentic Northeastern dialect.

"Oh? Tell me in detail."

Mr. Lou felt as if he had returned from a different world after being abroad for a period of time.

AI robots are not only used in hospitals on a small scale, but even food delivery has been transformed into robot pandas.

"This is too fast!" Boss Lou suddenly felt dizzy.

The speed was too fast, and looking out the window at the flickering light and shadows, Mr. Lou felt a little carsick.

Yes, it's motion sickness.

The subordinates began to talk incessantly about the many advantages of the robot pandas delivering food, the biggest advantage being the sheer number of them. Dozens or even hundreds of robot pandas could be deployed to deliver food to a single store, and there were no negative reviews, etc.

Free time should be used for charging.

Moreover, they are extremely well-behaved, do not steal food, and are very fast. Some of their shortcuts are so well-known that even locals rarely know about them, but the robotic pandas always take the shortest routes.

Most importantly, the community's security guards only manage the delivery drivers and not the robot panda.

He talked for a long time, but he didn't get to the point that Mr. Lou most wanted to know.

His voice grew softer and softer, and seeing Boss Lou's expression, his men gradually fell silent.

"Sigh." Boss Lou shook his head.

"Boss?"

"What is this? This is supposed to be a way to avoid eternal reincarnation!" Boss Lou said in a deep voice.

What?
None of his men understood what Boss Lou was saying.

When Boss Lou saw that they were staring at each other blankly, he knew that even if he explained things clearly, they wouldn't understand.

People at the time could only think of these benefits, so Boss Lou always remembered this analogy.

Looking at it now, it would be terrible if all that came out of the tap was cola, since the incidence of diabetes in modern people is quite high.

However, despite the abundance of material goods, things are becoming increasingly similar, especially with the emergence of AI robots and their rapid entry into the market, silently confirming this point.

Not to mention how popular their robot girlfriends are, within a few months, even provincial capitals have started using robots to deliver food.

By using sustainable, nearly free clean electricity to drive automated production, we can meet the basic needs of human life, such as food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Simply put, since electricity is free and there is no power loss during transmission, machine production is also free.

AI robots produced by machines can replace human labor, and ultimately, anything that can be done with energy will be free.

Boss Lou's vision only extends this far; he is well aware that humanity has no bottom line.

I should be well-off by now, so why am I still working so hard?

Honestly, Boss Lou believed it was out of fear or respect for others. Just like his rough-around-the-edges men, they would tremble at the slightest glance from him.

That's the kind of drive you need to be a superior person.

This is not something that can be solved by material means; it belongs to the spiritual realm.

If there were an abundance of material goods, and people all lay down and lay down, what would happen then?
Lost in thought, Boss Lou suddenly became engrossed. But then, realizing he was in a dead end, he chuckled to himself, wondering what he was doing.

Stop thinking about useless things. We're not in communism yet, so let's make money and become the best of the best.

In any case, I won't live to see those ultimate contents.

"Ahem." Boss Lou coughed. "In the meeting, where was I?"

"Boss, you said—it's even more shocking than the robot girlfriend from six months ago, now look at it..."

Someone reminds me.

"Well, it seems the plan has changed now."

Boss Lou quickly organized his thoughts and began to explain what should be done.

……

……

The next morning, Luo Hao got up, ate breakfast, and went to the hospital.

"This must be fake news."

As soon as Luo Hao entered the room, he heard Zhuang Yan's voice.

"Senior brother, you're here." Zhuang Yan held up her phone. "Senior brother, check if this is real or not."

"What's wrong?"

Luo Hao picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was a post from a self-media blogger about Indian hospitals.
It is said that an Indian hospital conducted an oxygen deprivation drill to see who would die first, and 22 people died in 5 minutes.

Although Luo Hao has grievances against India, this news is too outrageous; it's obviously fake.

“At least the description is false,” Luo Hao said with certainty.

"See, I told you so," Zhuang Yan said smugly.

“Did you listen carefully?” Chen Yong said. “What your senior brother said was that the description was false, and there were some subjective descriptions in it.”

"???" Zhuang Yan was stunned.

“People can’t imagine things they haven’t experienced. Self-media bloggers can only think based on news from a certain province in the past, like a bunch of rich people betting on which elderly person will die first,” Luo Hao said. “According to the news, it should be that the medical insurance was over-covered and the patient couldn’t be discharged, so the hospital cut off the oxygen.”

"!!!" Zhuang Yan's young worldview was once again severely damaged.

"Chen Yong, ask him where you are..." Luo Hao said half a sentence before immediately shutting his mouth.

"I'm asking," Chen Yong said, seemingly unconcerned.

Luo Hao admired Chen Yong greatly; he was brave and courageous, and not afraid of rumors at all.

Soon, Chen Yong finished reading the message on his phone and laughed, "Luo Hao guessed right. There were two seriously ill patients whose hospital didn't want to treat them anymore, so they were discharged. But the patients' families disagreed, so the hospital cut off their oxygen."

"That's not right. Didn't they say 22 people died?" Zhuang Yan retorted.

"The first report said 22 people died, and it's said that more than a dozen died later, some with serious complications," Chen Yong said. "Do you think Indians are that precise in their work? They'll do it close enough, since there's no accountability anyway."

Zhuang Yan received the third blow, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

In Zhuang Yan's view, the medical industry must be rigorous and meticulous, because behind every doctor's prescription and every treatment is a life at stake.

Moreover, the key point is that the patients Zhuang Yan came into contact with who were in the hospital but had no money could at least receive the most basic medical care.

If they couldn't be driven away, the doctors would have splitting headaches, but they would never dare to refuse treatment, let alone cut off oxygen directly, which would also affect others and lead to the deaths of 22 people.

Public opinion—these two words could cost her father his life, and Zhuang Yan knew all too well how much they could affect him.

No, Yong-ge said that actually more people died, Zhuang Yan suddenly realized.

However, Indians don't care about this. They just smile and don't care how many people die.

"Is this really okay?" Zhuang Yan murmured to herself.

"Hey, why bother looking at them?" Luo Hao chuckled. "It's pointless. After going twice, I realized home is still the best."

“Yeah, before I went abroad to study, I heard my university professor say how great London was. He went to London to study in 08, and in his description, it was simply paradise on earth, something we can’t compare to.” Chen Yong started reminiscing.

"That was more than a decade ago. Over the years, they have accumulated a lot of experience and changed a lot. Their side has become completely dilapidated."

"Really? I haven't been back. I went back a little a few years ago."

"What I saw in Baltimore felt like a slightly larger county town, with bullet holes still visible in the walls."

“Yeah, in a big county town, it’s all the same.” Chen Yong said, “Don’t listen to their nonsense. It’s all bad habits stemming from their admiration for the powerful. They have rules about how to drink red wine. The Queen can just pick it up and drink it, but in their eyes, that’s the most low-class thing.”

"All those rules and regulations are just moats set up by traitors. You'd be a fool to believe them. If you don't believe me, go find readers from the 1980s. Back then, it was called Reader's Digest. Now, Reader's Digest is the real science fiction world."

Chen Yong said something extremely complicated, leaving Zhuang Yan completely bewildered.

"Alright, stop talking nonsense," Luo Hao said. "Seriously, you'd better hurry back and take a look if you have the time."

"why?"

“In a few years, there will be more and more Indians there, everywhere… cough cough, you know. So, if you want to go back and find your memories, hurry up,” Luo Hao instructed.

The thought of Indians everywhere sent a chill down Chen Yong's spine.

The trip to India left a very deep impression on Chen Yong. Despite being extremely careful, he still fell into a trap.

Chen Yong never dreamed that eating fruit, especially washed fruit, could cause him to catch a cold.

While it wasn't to the point of dehydration like Director Feng Zixuan, it was still quite dangerous. If Luo Hao hadn't figured out what illness he had and taken him back to China for treatment, he probably would have been dumped in India with his 100-plus pounds.

"Understood." Chen Yong nodded seriously.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Zizai asked as he walked in.

Luo Hao recounted what had just happened.

Shen Zizai nodded. "Xiao Luo, I have something to tell you. I'm taking a yearly pay cut to stay home and spend time with the kids." "Understood, Director."

"Director Yuan is in charge of the department, so don't have any objections," Shen Zizai emphasized.

Luo Hao was taken aback, but when he turned to look at Shen Zizai, who had a serious expression, Luo Hao immediately replied in a serious tone, "Director, please rest assured, I will definitely assist Director Yuan in his work!"

“Your ambitions lie elsewhere. Although I could have kept quiet, I thought I’d better tell you anyway.”

Luo Hao knew that Shen Zizai was expressing his respect for him, and he nodded seriously.

Are you busy lately?

"One amputee patient needs an exoskeleton, the rest are basic clinical work," Luo Hao said.

"What?" Shen Ziyi was taken aback.

"It's the kind of thing that was installed on the little girl who was in a car accident at the company's annual meeting," Luo Hao said. "It's not that difficult, the main challenge is choosing the materials. It seems there's been a breakthrough in the neuron aspect recently, I'll ask about it later."

Shen Zizai remained silent, eager to see what Xiao Luo could come up with.

But my own child is taking the college entrance exam, which is more important.

"Actually, it's nothing. It just means I can move more freely, and with the 3D-printed muscles and such, it doesn't look that strange."

"What?!"

Shen Zizai realized what Luo Hao was talking about: the 3D-printed muscle and nervous system was just like "Xiao Meng".

You can't tell from its appearance that "Xiao Meng" is an AI robot.

When science fiction becomes reality, Shen Zizai finds that his imagination has run dry; he never imagined that technological progress could be so rapid.

In the blink of an eye, those disabled people can regain some of their motor functions, and they look no different from normal people.

This……

Shen Zizai's mind went blank; he had completely lost control.

This is too fast! I never expected that Shen Yifei's clinical diagnosis and treatment, which had remained unchanged for more than ten years, would undergo such a dramatic change before he even took the college entrance examination.

"Judging from Xiao Meng's situation, there shouldn't be any problem. It's just that the exoskeleton needs to be specially customized," Luo Hao said. "They probably have their own needs. Who knows? There's no legislation on this yet, but I think it might be a bit difficult."

"What are your needs?"

"For example, something like cyborgs? I don't want to do that." Luo Hao pondered for a moment before saying, "It involves medical ethics, and I don't want to be the first to try something like that."

"For example, that person from a few years ago?" Shen Zizai involuntarily lowered his voice.

“Yes.” Luo Hao nodded vigorously. “A few years ago, that guy went too far with genetic engineering and was sentenced. This matter is too serious; I can’t get involved.”

Shen Zizai thought of those mechanical monsters and nodded, "Don't move at first."

"We don't need them. Mechs are a joke. It's easier to imagine them as humanoid. The humanoid mechs on the front lines are all made of paper."

"Is it?"

"Yes, the explosive power of the explosive is too great. We may be using all-nitrogen anionic explosive."

"Possibly?" Shen Zizai asked doubtfully.

In 2017, Sun Chengguo, a young teacher from the School of Chemical Engineering at Liaoning University of Science and Technology, co-authored a paper with Professor Hu Bingcheng from Nanjing University of Science and Technology, entitled "Synthesis and characterization of the pentazolate anion cyclo-N 5ˉ in (N 5) 6(H 3O) 3(NH 4) 4Cl", which was published in the international academic journal Science.

Shen Zizai felt dizzy listening to this.

"But less than three years later, when many countries were demanding huge reparations from us..."

"Wait a minute, what's the matter that requires such a huge compensation?"

"The pandemic."

"..." Shen Zizai concluded.

It seems there was such a thing, but they only made a few noises and nothing more.

"At that time, I noticed that the paper had been taken down and withdrawn by the author."

"There are relationships?"

"Well, my judgment at the time was based on national will, and the relevant papers could not be published. Maybe so, because in the future, this kind of explosive will be used on the battlefield, and humanoid mechs will be as vulnerable as A4 paper."

"What are you talking about?"

"The world's first synthesis of a cyclic anionic compound called 'pentazolate', composed of five nitrogen atoms, is now known as the pentazolate anion."

Since the decomposition product of this anion is mainly nitrogen gas with a large enthalpy of formation, it can be used in high-density energy materials and solid propellants for rockets, and has always been a focus of attention in the field of energetic materials both at home and abroad.

However, since its precursor, arylpentazole, was first synthesized in 1956, there has been no substantial progress in preparing stable pentazole anionic compounds.

"So you mean they broke through in 2017?"

"Yes."

"How could something like this be published in Science?"

"Sigh, things were so peaceful back then, now it's different. We thought too highly of you, that's roughly what we meant. Back then we could communicate about anything, but now we just close the door. Some things have been rumored for a while, didn't you notice, Director?"

Shen Zizai shook his head. How could he possibly notice when a paper was taken down by a science publication?

"That's about it. No matter how you modify the human form, it's meaningless. You either fly high and move in the heavens, or you become very small and hide in the earth."

Shen Zizai didn't understand anything Luo Hao was saying.

"This is civilian technology, but I don't want to turn people into super soldiers. There was a sprinter named Blade Runner, do you remember him, Director?"

"Have."

"Probably similar to him, except that technology has exploded again recently," Luo Hao said with a smile.

“Okay, send me a picture after the surgery, I want to see it too,” Shen Zizai said.

Which university is Yifei planning to apply to?

"Peking Union Medical College Hospital!" Shen Zizai's face was full of worry, not excitement.

"Keep it up." Luo Hao didn't offer much comfort, but simply clenched his fist and extended it towards Shen Zizai.

Shen Zizai smiled wryly, wanting to reject this way of communication among young people, but then he remembered Xiao Luo's fortune.

He immediately reached out, made a fist, and bumped fists with Luo Hao.

"Xiao Luo, do you think Einstein's brain was useful?"

"Uh……"

Luo Hao still remembered the incident more than a year ago when Da Nizi sold Einstein's brain online. It was originally a joke, but the junior students in the capital city had a good experience after using it.

"Never mind whether it's useful or not, it's not expensive, just consider it..."

"Director, please ignore him, that's just his way of talking." Chen Yong interrupted Luo Hao, saying disdainfully, "Einstein's brain is useful, buy it!"

Shen Zizai felt he had worshipped the wrong temple.

Such mysterious matters should be asked of Chen Yong, but Shen Zizai was too proud to ask Chen Yong, so he hesitated for a long time before.

He knew Chen Yong's price; he couldn't afford it.

"Xiao Chen, look..." Shen Zizai rubbed his hands, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Oh, that's exactly what I was about to tell you," Chen Yong said. "Are you free this afternoon? I'll take you to Funiu Mountain."

Shen Zizai's eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs.

Luo Hao knew that Chen Yong's prayers were useful, but they were mostly just to fool Shen Zizai. He wouldn't make it permanent; it would be good enough if it could help him get through the college entrance exam.

Chen Yong was more experienced in this kind of thing, and Luo Hao didn't say anything.

Shen Zizai's face flushed with excitement.

"Director, you're really something. I don't say anything and you don't say anything either. How can you be like this?" Chen Yong complained with a smile. "Are you testing me? This afternoon, don't mention money to me. If you mention money, I won't go."

"That's so embarrassing."

"It's true. This is the first time I've ever prayed for someone's success in the college entrance exam," Chen Yong said. "It's no big deal to make an exception for family members."

"What do I need to prepare?"

"No need, just come along, nothing else is needed."

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Shen Zizai said a lot of "okay".

Luo Hao was really afraid that Shen Zizai's blood pressure would suddenly spike due to excitement, leading to a stroke.

I checked the AI ​​diagnostics and it showed nothing was wrong, which put my mind at ease.

Parents have suffered countless hardships for their children's college entrance exams, and Luo Hao sighed inwardly.

What if his and Da Ni's child becomes naughty and disobedient in the future? Luo Hao felt a little worried when he thought about this.

"Shift over! Shift over!" Shen Zizai's face was beaming. The moment Chen Yong agreed, Shen Zizai felt a sense of security, and all his previous anxiety vanished.

During the shift handover, after the doctors and nurses finished explaining the handover content, Shen Zizai mentioned that he had requested leave and explained that Yuan Xiaoli would be acting as the department's representative.

Luo Hao was unmoved by this and went to perform surgery; he had three surgeries scheduled for him that day.

As expected, Luo Hao received a call from President Ye after the surgery.

After agreeing on a meeting place, Luo Hao happily went to the meeting.

"Xiao Luo, long time no see!" President Ye still had the same kind and gentle look on his face, just like when they met on the plane that day.

"Hello, Mr. Ye." Luo Hao reached out and shook hands with Mr. Ye as a greeting.

Since they were all acquaintances, there was no need for formalities. After sitting down, President Ye got straight to the point and asked, "Xiao Luo, you are considered a pioneer in the field of AI robots."

"Mr. Ye, you're too kind."

Seeing Luo Hao's eyes crinkle with laughter, President Ye also smiled. "I know a lot of the content is confidential, and I know the confidentiality rules. I just want to ask one thing: which department should I contact to submit the application?"

"Secret."

Mr. Ye raised an eyebrow, then laughed heartily, "That guy with horns on his head... hahaha, I told him it was an illness, but he insisted it was some kind of supernatural thing and wanted to go see Mr. Qiu. In the end, you sent him away."

Luo Hao was somewhat surprised.

Seeing Luo Hao's surprised expression, President Ye smiled faintly, "The capital city is neither too big nor too small. There are some things and some people that most people will never come into contact with in their lifetime. But to me, they are just commoners."

(End of this chapter)