Chapter 3 The Deadland Boy (3) ()

When operating old-style machinery, there are not many requirements for mental power, and it mainly depends on physical coordination.

Putting aside the fantasy of psychic mechas, it is not undesirable to have been passed down from old-style machinery that has been used for hundreds of years.

After moving for a while, his body became full of energy again. Ling Han stopped moving, looked around, walked towards the corner where garbage was piled up, squatted down and fiddled with it for a few times, and divided the harvested items into two parts. The garbage on the left was then to be processed to make the difference, while the garbage on the right was used, such as parts of the electromagnetic pulse gun.

He quickly turned out another mecha arm. There was a deep crack above its wrist. The lines inside were broken and the shaft wheels were broken. However, its five fingers were still intact, able to stretch flexibly and move smoothly.

"Ling Han, this arm is not very useful. Just sell it as a precious metal. When you clean it, put it in the pile you want to sell!"

Old Mike said casually while digging.

"What, are you going to sell it? No, this one cannot be sold, so stay here, I'm useful!"

Ling Han was reluctant to let go and put the mecha arm into the pile of self-use on the right. He thought that if the mecha he was using failed, he could have another replacement. There is no way, compared to the psychic machinery, the old-style machinery is too easy to malfunction.

"Hey, whatever you want! Ling Han, after you have done it, please help me put away the light! Put it on that table, I am really worried that it will break if it is accidentally done!"

Old Mike reminded him, and at the same time he focused his attention in front of him with one eye.

This mecha, called Cairns, was modified by Ling Han using parts purchased from the garbage dump. Because it was a pieced together, the mecha was worn out from the outside, making people feel that it was a miracle to be able to move. However, when it was really used, it was unexpectedly easy to use. The parts were mixed, and they were all military goods at the beginning, and the materials were very authentic.

After Ling Han's multiple modifications, although the overall function of this mecha is not comparable to that of the advanced mechas in the outside world, it is still much stronger than most civilian mechas if they only talk about solidity and combat effectiveness. There are several components, and if they are weighed by pounds as metal products, the value is quite amazing. Old Mike once wanted to dispose of them, but he just couldn't pass Ling Han's level.

The biggest feature of this mecha is that the central control system adopts a pan-spirited voice control system.

This technology is a transitional product of the psychic system. The mecha uses two systems: psychic and mechanical. Although most of the operations of the mecha rely on artificial technology, it can also activate the preset psychic module through voice commands to complete multiple operations. Although the functions are a bit useless and require special psychic converters to provide power, it is just right for Ling Han.

Anyone who has controlled the mecha understands that if you do not have strong physical and mental power, just relying on the human strength to mechanically control the mecha, it would be a foolish thing. The load requirements of the full mechanical mecha on the human body have led to many extremely inconvenient operations, and the instructions of the voice control system's psychic module are just developed for these problems.

After changing into this system, Ling Han's operating efficiency increased several times, and Old Mike also gave up the idea of ​​selling those precious metal parts. In this death zone where there is serious interference and no need for too precise tools, even the latest mecha from the Federation may not be much better than Keynes now.

Keynes did provide a lot of convenience, so that Old Mike often patted Keynes' thick breastplate, jokingly educated him that he should thank Ling Han for his rebirth, otherwise he would have been decomposed and melted long ago.

Whenever Keynes heard these words, the red light in his eyes would always flash, as if he really understood human language.

When shuttled through the garbage dump in the death zone, the most important thing to beware of are alienated creatures. Large rats with hair like steel needles, as well as hard cockroaches and filthy spiders, lurking in every corner of the garbage dump. If you are not careful, even if you have mecha protection, you may lose your life.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any danger in the following time.

Although you have good luck, it is not a reason to relax your guard.

Old Mike was carefully wiping the console a few more times, and a sound of a jam came from outside the machine compartment. Cairns, who was moving forward as usual, suddenly stopped and remained in place without any reaction.

"Keynes? What happened? Why didn't you react? Hello, Cairns, did you hear me?"

Old Mike patted the voice controller a few times and kept communicating with the mecha, and there were only constant sounds of banging sounds in the voice controller.

"What's going on? Is it a malfunction again?"

Ling Han was not surprised by the failure of this mecha. Just half an hour before they went on, the voice controller broke down. Because there was no new replacement device, he had to take it down and repair it. He originally thought it could last for a few days, but he didn't expect it to break again now. What is worrying is that it was not the time to break.

"It's so fucking hell. It's very useful just now! This guy doesn't worry about it!"

Old Mike nodded, slapped and slapped. Keynes ignored it. The faulty device on his abdomen was flickering and he could not hear other alarm sounds. The one-eyed old man kept talking to the voice controller, but it was still useless. He slapped hard impatiently, and the signal became weaker.

"Hey, hey, old Mike, move gently, Cairns can't stand the torture! Treat it well unless you want us to spend the night in this ruins tonight!"

Ling Han came over when he heard the sound and felt a little distressed. He put a lot of effort into modifying this mecha.

"I didn't bring any other means of transportation this time! If I broke Cairns, it would be a big trouble. Let me do it manually!"

Old Mike's skills are OK, but it's a bit difficult to drive the old-fashioned mecha.

"It's okay, you go and clean up the scraps first. Let me do it here. Am I not familiar with Keynes' temper? This fault is obviously that the voice control system chip is broken. It's so careless. Before leaving, you should go to the warehouse to find a backup. Even the old ones will be done. At least you can still use them for research on this journey! Alas, now, I really can't find replacement parts... Alas, don't move, I will handle it..."

Ignoring Old Mike's nagging, Ling Han opened the cover next to the controller and exposed several rows of card slots and coils.

This old-fashioned structure has begun to be gradually eliminated in the new mecha, and is replaced by Danime bundling fibers with more sensitive reactions, stronger impact resistance, and certain self-healing functions.

"Strange, the voice-controlled chip is fine, and the voice-controlled command seems to have been intercepted."

This old-fashioned psychic module was preset when the command set was manufactured, and no adjustments could be made. At the beginning, he took a lot of effort to disassemble a scrapped military mecha. Now it seems that the chip should be passive. Once a certain condition is met, priority instructions will be triggered to complete specific tasks.

"If it was the original mecha, it should have dedicated auxiliary equipment to perform the next step of operation. Keynes did not have those equipment, so he fell into a dead loop of commands and was stuck!" Ling Han looked at the fault light and said depressedly. "Unless the command sequence is cracked and the equipment analog signal is connected, you can only change to manual operation."

"Instructions are prioritized for interception? Let me take a look...haha, that's true..."

Old Mike hiccupped and said in a drunken way: "It is indeed a bit difficult for the academy little guy to solve this problem. According to the textbook set, once the equipment on the battlefield is damaged, will you have to wait for death to the dead cycle of instructions?"

Drink all the remaining ale wine in one mouthful and throw away the bottle. The one-eyed old man waved his mechanical arm with great enthusiasm.

"Come on, let the experienced old Mike give the rookie little guy a practical class on mecha maintenance!"

Ling Han moved away with a stinky face. Once he encountered this situation, Old Mike began to rely on his seniority. Although he could learn something that was not in the book every time, he could not feel happy when he was shouted at by someone.

Old Mike's mecha theory is not very solid, but it has some unique skills that make people shine.

Crack, a reed popped up on the mechanical arm, with more than a dozen small props stretching out. Compared to ordinary portable integrated maintenance tools, Old Mike's this one is much simpler and distinctive. Old Mike hummed a little tune and punched the controller. With a muffled bang, a spark flashed in the slot, and a burnt smell came out leisurely.

"Hey! What are you going to do!"

Ling Han was startled by the dull noise.

"This is a precision chip..."
Chapter completed!