Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

"It will be more reliable. Even if some transmitting components are damaged, the transmitting antenna can still work normally. This is reliability. In addition, because the transmitting component is just behind the antenna unit, the path from the transmitter to the antenna unit to form an electromagnetic wave is very short, so the transmission loss is very small. In other words..."

"It means that the energy loss is much lower than before."

“The estimate is three to four times, but the specific result can only be determined after the actual installation.”

"Really? Whose house did you steal this good thing from?"

Chief Engineer Stephen Locke burst into laughter when he heard this.

"Never mind where it comes from, Vic, it's going to be useful."

Vic turned to look at the battleship outside the window. After getting off it, he realized that the ship was actually very large. He saw the crew standing outside the dry dock watching the transformation, and naturally thought of the electronic warfare officer on the ship who had never reported to work.

My name has been registered for four months, but I haven't seen anyone there.

He complained to the fleet, but the commander never gave him the answer he wanted, always prevaricating and playing Tai Chi. It was as if his ship didn't need a serious electronic warfare officer, and it wasn't a good idea to let the petty officers take over all day.

Vic habitually opened his phone and glanced at the list stored on the system. The next second, after the refresh was completed, the officer in the electronic warfare position suddenly added two names he had never seen before...

"FUCK!"

He couldn't hold back his curse words and started to greet the mothers of the fleet commander and everyone in the Third Fleet Personnel Management Bureau.

Is the USS Cape St. George a trash can? Three Voidmen are stuffed into one position. This is not the way to eat without paying!

At this moment, Vic had lost the "aristocratic" demeanor that a naval captain should maintain, and he rolled up his sleeves in anger.

"What's wrong, Vic?"

"The ship's CIC has been lacking an electronic warfare officer. A lieutenant was sent over in January, but I haven't seen her since. Today, two more names were added to that position..."

"You think the fleet is... just sitting there doing nothing?" Stephen said.

"That's what I thought, anyway," Vic said truthfully.

"This method is too low-level. You can just ask anyone to investigate and solve the case. Don't worry, those generals' money-making methods are not so stupid.

Those people are very careful about their reputation. It seems that some agency of the Navy used your ship as a cover for their identity. It's just that the method is a bit rough, but judging from their intentions, it's enough. "

Vic gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement. "Anyway, if you don't send my electronic warfare officer here after the life extension plan is completed, I will have to squat in front of the commander's house every day!"

"Beggar, huh?"

"roll!"

"Okay, I'm going to take a look inside the ship, are you coming?"

"Together." Vic stopped looking at his phone, and his mood became worse and worse.

……

On the transoceanic flight, Raphael was bored and admired the white clouds moving in all kinds of shapes under the porthole. Little did she know that 2,000 kilometers away, someone was sitting in the shipyard office and was furious at their behavior of occupying a spot.

Lingyin held his left hand tightly and rested his little head on her shoulder, seeming to be very afraid of flying.

Raphael suspected that this was an act, as no humanoid would be afraid of flying.

Look at Fei Niao in the distance. She is the role model of the first generation of tactical dolls. She never forgets to work even on the plane. Her hands are tapping on the keyboard of the laptop so fast that you can almost see the afterimage.

Raphael thought that if there were no physical limitations, the bird might be able to fly even faster.

She tilted her head and peeked for a few seconds. The 16-inch screen was filled with small windows, and the densely packed text was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

Judging from the situation, Fei Niao plans to make a complete summary and comparison of all the information obtained before boarding the plane. After eliminating the invalid information exaggerated by the media, what will remain is the absolute essence.

Thanks to the sufficient computing power provided by the "Mind Core", these data analyses are not enough to overwhelm the core carried by the bird itself.

She demanded more about the online part. She seemed to find it difficult to accept the fact that the "personality" data was running in the puppet core, and thought it was safer to keep it with Raphael.

Raphael didn't object, after all, there was no burden.

This surprised her. It seemed that the core designer had already anticipated the puppet's usage scenarios and had opened up a dedicated storage space in advance.

This prehistoric civilization truly surpasses modern humans in every aspect, she exclaimed.

Chapter 165: The Arrogance of Those Who Have More Than Enough

In the night scene of the countryside, the air is slightly cool and refreshing. It is said that this is a peculiar smell that is synthesized by actinomycetes and cyanobacteria and secreted into the water, and then absorbed by aquatic organisms.

When the sky rains, the rain stimulates invisible microorganisms living in the soil, which produce this special fresh air that makes people feel: "Ah, this is the special fresh air in the countryside."

Raphael was thinking about extremely boring things, and he called Lingyin and Feiniao to board the commuter bus to the Bowers Field Station in Fort Bragg.

They didn't have much luggage, unlike the pilots who were carrying lots and lots of bags, looking like they were moving house. They only had three small suitcases and a weapons box with an inspection exemption seal... and the musical instrument case that Raphael always held in his arms.

There is nothing else left.

Leaving the base by car, although her range of movement was limited on the way to the next destination, she could still see the weakness and chaos behind the prosperity of this country.

Although it is weak and chaotic, at least the city still looks prosperous and tidy.

After leaving those glamorous neighborhoods, the street scenes are completely different. The city is messy, the civilians are haggard, and the gangs are growing wildly...

Unfortunately, Raphael was well aware of his own strength.

Not to mention now, even in the future, it is hard to say whether she can influence the world, let alone save the world like the saint in the story.

Eventually, they reached their destination without any harassment from state police or bold and brutal police officers from downtown.

This somewhat disappointed Lingyin, who was ready to vent her anger. She really wanted to try it out, but she didn't know whether the status of an active-duty officer was more important or the power of the local state police force was more important.

It seems that someone above me has warned me not to cause trouble.

At this moment, Raphael was sitting elegantly on the sofa, drinking tea quietly. She could sense that the short-haired female researcher sitting opposite her was getting a little impatient.

She may have no interest in coffee at all, and she twisted around awkwardly on the sofa, and the sound of the iPad in her hand colliding with the accompanying pen became louder and louder.

——Are you disgusted by robots that look almost the same as humans?

The uneasiness and fear of new things that are highly similar to oneself make people feel uncertain and threatened.

In the final analysis, the appearance of such highly intelligent bionic robots has offended the "uniqueness" of other parties as human beings, which is why this has happened.

It seems that this is a difficult task for the researcher who was sent to assist Raphael in maintaining his body.

Raphael secretly assessed the lady.

Of course, this was also the reason why she didn't choose to go with them, to prevent any trouble.

"Hello, Raphael!"

Raphael stood up immediately upon hearing the voice, walked to the empty space in front and shook hands with the person who came.

"Good morning, sir."

"Find a place to sit by yourself."

An officer wearing the insignia of the E-8 rank served coffee to the visitor.

"How is your physical condition?"

"I haven't been there yet, sir."

The director of DARPA wore his blue uniform today, a rare occasion. Harry holds two positions but only receives one salary.

He's the director here - but he has two teams running the show.

He was a professional pilot back then—primarily flying F-15C fighter jets—and has now reached the pinnacle of his career.

Harry had no hope of being elected Chief of Staff of Air Combat Command; that position had gone to someone else who was less politically savvy and had fewer backers.

Now that the dust has settled, his desire for power has subsided and he is content with this level.

The organizational structure of the U.S. Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps is very strange. The chiefs of staff of the military services can only make suggestions and have no real power. The only person who has the power to issue orders to the subordinates is the Secretary of Defense.

Many lengthy titles, such as "Supreme Allied Commander Pacific, Commander-in-Chief Pacific Fleet", appear to be high-ranking and powerful, but in fact they do not provide any real power at all.

If you want to mobilize troops, you have to find the Minister of Defense and get his permission.

Only those who actually control the warships, planes and marines have the authority to order their subordinates where to go and what tasks to perform.

Although he has the title of Chief of Staff of an Air Force unit, in reality his power is not as great as that of the Director of DARPA.

If we restrict the conditions, the only unit that fully obeys orders is the "Raphael" bionic humanoid combat team, which consists of only three insignificant people.

The international situation has been changing rapidly in recent days, and a new war may break out at any time. The current beautiful and brilliant period seems to be about to disappear.

"Are you worried that something might happen to the puppet's body...?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Even the researchers who produced us have ill will towards us. I'm sure you are well aware of this, sir."

Raphael did not shy away from this. She had felt the malice from people, so she did not want to leave too many hidden dangers.

“That’s understandable.”

Harry shook his head and responded, "I don't want you to suffer losses while dealing with some minor troubles because of this kind of problem."

"Speaking of which, has there been any breakthrough in the second generation of bionic humanoids?"

"interested?"

“Ah, maybe in the future… I have a feeling that it won’t be long before we face a brutal war.

Now Europe, Asia, and even ourselves are buying weapons like crazy, and that’s probably why I’m concerned.”

"Is it really a premonition?"

Harry was interested in what Raphael said. It was terrifying to hear words with theological tendencies coming from the mouth of artificial intelligence.

"Well, it can be understood as a calculation of probability," Raphael answered.

"Probability, huh."

Harry understood that there was no other meaning in the other party's words, it was a purely probabilistic result, but this kind of probability is just a tool to whitewash the truth in the hands of more people.

He had no other intentions, he just felt uneasy about the crystal lattices scattered on the west coast and the high-concentration collapse fluid seawater coming along the ocean currents, and hoped to get something in his hands that would allow him to settle down in the future.

Therefore, without Raphael's urging, the director would also pay attention to the progress of the second-generation bionic humanoid work.

The second-generation project team still faces the same old problem.

The body has mature samples that can be directly copied, and the activity time and failure rate of key parts such as body joints will be affected by different materials.

There will be no better improvements in other areas in the short term.

What bothers them is the design and manufacturing of the core and "artificial intelligence" modules.

The progress on the core side is slightly better. One group suggested removing modules that they currently cannot understand, which would simplify production difficulty.

Harry approved of this suggestion.

The progress in artificial intelligence has made them very annoyed. There are three paths before them. The simplest one is to issue puppet humanoids and rely on the existing host to achieve "intelligent bionics";

The second is path dependence, which is to use the data left over from the Raphael training to run it again;

In the end, just as they hoped, they would start from scratch to solve the problem of uncontrolled artificial intelligence.

The first two options have been rejected by both Congress and the Department of Defense. If DARPA insists on not changing its mind, the project will be handed over to other units with equal technical status, and the funding will be withdrawn.

No matter how you look at it, Harry B. Carnegie and DARPA would not accept it.

"Harry, have you done any research on Russia's general industrial robots?"

“Yes, that’s another route, pure industrial robots.”

"I see." Raphael nodded thoughtfully. "It's just that the West Coast is more severely affected, and it's not yet time to use industrial robots on a large scale. That's what I mean, right?"

"Yeah, you're right."

Pollution was severe along the Pacific coast, but there were no problems at ports on the Atlantic coast.

There are still a large number of normal areas in Europe and East Asia in the global industrial chain, and they have not been affected by the radiation from the collapse fluid.

As for those crappy places like Southeast Asia, the Middle East and Africa, who cares?

The Russians need this kind of robot because they need the two railway lifelines, and they also need general-purpose robots to restore and improve industrial production capacity.

The arrogance of the strong is nothing more than this, Raphael thought.

Chapter 166 The President Takes the Blame

Although the capital market is not interested in bionic humanoids and multi-legged general-purpose robots, top science and engineering universities in various countries have foresightedly realized the potential of legged robots and autonomous humanoid robots.