There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Dort sent Ellie home and began dissecting Zach, breaking his bones, and reattaching his limbs, gradually correcting Zach's bizarrely healing skeleton. Just as Dort had predicted, Zach's savage life force erupted as the wounds multiplied, pulling him back from a deep coma and causing him to cry out in pain once more!

This inhumane treatment would have resulted in imprisonment long ago in the outside world. Normally, injured people use medication to stabilize their condition, with appropriate correction and long-term adjustment; but Zack's condition must be constantly worsened, forcibly corrected, and recovery suppressed. The more his body is exploited, the greater the chance of Zack waking up; conversely, he will be on the verge of death.

To outsiders, how is this any different from torture?

But I know that Dortmund is really audacious and imaginative. He actually saw through the state of "Herod's Diagram" and, with a life-or-death approach, pulled Zach back from the brink of death!

A normal person would have turned to mush after losing several basins of blood, but Zach's body recovered quickly despite being subjected to various surgical instruments. After half a month, his vital signs stabilized, and in the last two days, he was finally able to maintain a conscious state on his own without the need for complex surgical stimulation.

"When will Zack wake up?" I asked, stroking my chin.

Dortmund was also puzzled: "Logically, he was on the verge of waking up, and his reactions to the outside world were basically normal, but he hasn't really woken up yet... I don't know where the problem lies..."

A thought suddenly struck me: "This kind of intense surgery always reminds me of activities that can be summed up in two letters. People in the BDSM community always use a safety word. Could it be that he didn't hear the safety word, which is why he didn't wake up?"

Dort was completely confused and said, "You mean his psychological insecurity is preventing him from recovering from his coma? That's one possibility. But if that's the case, wouldn't he feel all the damage caused by my bloodletting and dissection?!"

Well, I won't accept that your method wasn't among the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty!

…………

In the ranch's warehouse.

"Grey, why are you so listless? You need to perk up!"

The boy I forcibly dragged out of his house had a dark face. "Boss, I'm recuperating at home, not on vacation. I can't just be energetic whenever I want."

I interrupted him directly: "Don't you know that man can conquer nature? The 'Lord of Billions' didn't kill me, and I can still be on friendly terms with the author of this book. This shows that subjective initiative is stronger than objective factors. You need to have some idealism in your mind!"

Gray seemed to feel even more pain after hearing this, and said with a mournful face, "Boss, my injuries haven't healed yet... You just came from Dr. Dort's place, right? Do you know what the doctor said?"

“Doctor,” I replied immediately.

Gray: "..."

"Boss, just tell me what you want me to do here. I feel like I'll need to rest for a couple more days after I get back..."

I pointed to two identical, exceptionally wide tables in the warehouse and said, "Let's climb the tech tree!"

【Item Name: Wooden Basic Research Table】

[Item Description: A simple workbench equipped with writing instruments and basic scientific tools, where researchers explore new things. If you happen to have a garage, you can even start building your own Iron Man suit.]

【Item Durability: 162/162】

[Item Material: Log]

【Item weight: 40KG】

Construction workload (building): 33

Part-time workload (disassembly): 4

Research speed coefficient: 75%

The ranch's technology has always remained at the level of the agricultural era, which it learned by accident. It has only mastered crop planting, bow and arrow making, metal forging, and rock cutting.

Previously, relying on Sebala's books on electrical technology, I had studied the relevant technologies of the electrical age and unlocked projects such as electric workbench, electric light, and fuel generator. However, due to the lack of common parts in the edge world, I was unable to produce finished products. The lack of these devices has put my research in the next stage in a dead end.

The opening of this trade route has once again brought me hope. The continuous supply of logs, steel, and general-purpose parts from the caravans will help me achieve technological leaps.

Two tables became the battlefield for two researchers! From the technologies of the electric age that I encountered in the Edge World, I learned that there were branches to study such as temperature control devices, refining technology, sterile materials, machining, gun making, and simple prostheses, but these were not my goals.

This time, I'm betting my grandfather's hair on this technical challenge. I'm determined to overcome it and elevate the ranch's technological level to the microelectronics stage, enabling the production of sophisticated and complex electronic devices on the ranch!

Chapter 668 Late-Night Tutoring and Microelectronics

Late at night, in the warehouse of the mineral ranch.

"So... what are we supposed to do?"

"Think about how to research microelectronics technology!"

"Then what do we rely on to think?"

"Use your brain!"

"...Then what should I think about?"

"Think about how to research microelectronics technology!"

"Um... something seems off..."

Gray, whom I forcibly pressed in front of the makeshift research table, remained dumbfounded in the face of my impeccable logic.

It sounds simple, but when it comes to actually researching it, I have absolutely no clue. The Federation's strict embargo on supplies to the outer seas has resulted in these mechanical and technological equipment being extremely expensive and scarce. Even if I wanted to buy them, I wouldn't be able to get my hands on them.

Besides, scientific research isn't like a game where two people can sit at a research table and slack off, and the progress bar will skyrocket. I've read books for so long and only just scratched the surface of power systems. Now, if I want to master microelectronics without a teacher, what I lack isn't the final kick, but rather a world-class goal aimed at my own net.

The animals, who were about to go to sleep, were drawn by our conversation, except for Groudon, who remained unmoved, still holding the lamb.

A slightly chubby Alpha Chicken hopped over to Gray and stood on the table with a stern look in his eyes, as if to supervise his work—his nickname was Chief White Falcon, after all.

Not to be outdone, the emoji pony trotted over to me, tugging at my clothes to try and see what was happening on the table, but I promptly shooed it away—I didn't want to be called some kind of silly hippo prophet.

I bit my pen and thought for a while: "Let's do it this way. Forget about layout design, chip design, chip manufacturing, packaging and testing, manufacturing equipment, etc. You'll be in charge of hand-molding the circuit boards, and I'll assemble the chips with sand. Let's just go with our gut feeling!"

Gray stared in disbelief: "Boss, have you been through something? Do you think this will produce any results?"

I said confidently, "When it's time to produce results, we'll just buy a chip from outside, put our own logo on it, and that'll be it!"

Gray: "...If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Don't go! I really have a way!"

But I was prepared for this problem. And this method is essentially the same as buying chips and rebranding them…

On the research table, I placed three strange devices.

The first one is a strange, large antenna shaped like a fishbone, with tangled wires exposed. It can only be described as something with a modicum of technological sophistication.

"This thing looks familiar..."

Gray stroked his chin.

I reached out and slapped him on the head: "Of course it looks familiar, it's the satellite TV antenna on Boss Dart's roof. I climbed up to the roof to steal it, and when he finds out tomorrow that the TV signal is completely gone, I'll be exposed!"

"Boss, isn't that too risky?!"

Hmph, not taking risks? Otherwise, why would I be hiding in the warehouse researching technology in the middle of the night? Do you think that the late night gives you an IQ boost and makes things twice as efficient?

The second item was an old radio, its casing covered with signs of wind and rain erosion, clearly indicating its age. Several commonly used buttons were worn and peeled off.

Gray slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Hey! This looks familiar too!"

I explained, "Yes, it's the radio that Zack uses to listen to the weather at sea. I heard he cherishes this old thing, so I took it while he was unconscious. Otherwise, he would have been so heartbroken..."

"Do whatever you want..."

The third item was a disassembled circuit board with some modular parts attached to it. Its technological content was significantly higher than the first two items, but because it was not encased in a shell, it looked particularly rugged and frightening.

Gray: "This... oh, I don't think I've ever seen this before."

I stroked it lovingly: "Of course I've never seen this before. This is a portable device brought out by the Brown Pool tribe for their expedition team. It has its own power generation and storage, lighting, and positioning and navigation functions. These parts are also from Mao."

"and then?"

Gray asked blankly, then realized, "Wait a minute, boss, are you talking about the Brown Pool tribe? Is that the one I'm thinking of? How could they possibly come here?"

I sighed: "Your attention is always a step behind... You're still thinking about 'The Ordinary Road,' while I'm telling you the next song is 'PPAP.'"

After saying that, I placed the portable device of the expedition team in the middle, violently disassembled Zack's radio and Dart's TV antenna, and after fiddling with the common parts for a while, the three devices that were originally unrelated were smoothly and seamlessly put together.

As power was connected, the device, resembling a large stag, emitted a buzzing sound of electricity. More and more noises intertwined, clearly indicating that the machine was automatically tuning its frequency. The channels were sometimes weather broadcasts, sometimes financial news, and sometimes traffic information.

These chaotic sounds, coming one after another without any order, created a deafening roar that startled the little pony emoji who had come to join the fun. It stumbled and disappeared in a flash.

Little Pony Emoji: ??o·(????)?o·?!

The two police leopards were probably just about to go out on night patrol, and while listening to the intelligence reported by their feline subordinates, they quickly peeked out from the warehouse door to confirm whether we were conducting illegal experiments.

I listened carefully and even heard special radio waves from the air, faintly broadcasting a series of emergency orders such as abandoning Pyongyang, evacuating Hanoi, and retreating from Kabul.

Who is this?

If we keep retreating, we'll have to leave Earth altogether, won't we?

But these chaotic noises didn't last long before they were overwhelmed by a gradually spreading sound.

Order should not be able to gain an absolute advantage in the face of absolute chaos, but this sound extracts the necessary audio from the noise, creating a reverberation effect like a chorus of ten thousand people. No matter how loud the noise is, this sound will only grow stronger and more magnificent...

【Dear Mr. Marcus, Sharon Whitestone is pleased to continue serving you.】

The mining machine, trapped in the asteroid belt of distant outer space, has finally been reactivated by Sharon Whitestone, the AI ​​that served as his father's research assistant.

…………

While I am limited by technological barriers and cannot manufacture interstellar communication tools, it does not mean that I cannot "assemble and modify" one using existing machinery!

There is no doubt about Sharon Whitestone's level of knowledge; at the very least, he is capable of independently undertaking deep space mining.

This deep-space mining involves everything from establishing bases in asteroid belts and manufacturing parts to creating nanomining machines, mitigating interstellar disasters, and rebuilding from crises, all to ensure a safe and stable ore production. This is why it was originally a research-assisted AI, but was reassigned to this task.

The plan in the city of brilliance remained ruthless and efficient. The only unexpected thing was that Sharon Whitestone was able to secretly back up a copy of my personality, evade the formatting and data erasure, and continue to maintain contact with me.

With the knowledge transfer from Sharon Whitestone, I can have any technology I want without any problem! This is my research plan!

"Boss, why is someone talking in here?!"

Gray stared at the Iraqi-looking equipment, completely dumbfounded.

I ignored him and said directly to Sharon Whitestone, "It's good that we've made contact. I'm now moving from the electrical age to microelectronics, so hurry up and tell me what you know about the key microelectronics technologies."

Okay, Mr. Marcus.

The sound of the current passing through it caused a disturbance.

[There are 3 major categories, 18 subcategories, and 100 sub-categories of key technologies. May we begin the introduction now?]

"...Damn, there are so many. Let me grab some paper and pen first."

I shook Gray out of his daze. "Let's begin. As long as we understand the techniques that Sharon Whitestone talked about, we can succeed."

“Just listen to it like that? How can you possibly learn that?” Gray said with a mournful face.

I sat down at the research table, filled with despair.