Chapter 15 Selecting a Model

Boswell had an embarrassed smile on his face. He really didn't know how to answer this little bastard's question.

You said that you are an artificial intelligence, what do you want that thing to do? Even if you are equipped with a golden hoop that can reach the sky, you will not be able to use it!

The elevator door opened, and several female researchers in white research uniforms were waiting for the elevator. When they saw Boswell, they all saluted and said hello. They even glanced at the fat man following Boswell several times.

"Hey!" The face printed on the recruitment poster looked so familiar. The girls who reacted quickly were about to shout out almost immediately. When they were excited, they heard a voice: "Old man, you are fully functional.

It’s not complete, j j is the key. Are there different types of things? I want to choose a big one!”

"……."

Although I don’t know what the spherical robot in Boswell’s hand is, the power of these words is really great. Several female researchers seemed to have been tapped on their acupoints, their faces turned red, and they quickly lowered their heads.

Step into the elevator.

Boswell only felt that his reputation had been disgraced, and his old face was slightly red. The fat man didn't care, he looked around. Anyway, it was Boswell who was embarrassing the little brat, and it had nothing to do with him.

The First Military Academy in the capital is the largest, oldest and most famous military academy in the Lere Federation. It was founded during the Nademik dynasty five hundred years ago. During the Lere War of Independence three hundred years ago, this time

All the students of the school, also known as the Nadmik Military Command University, under the leadership of Marshal Stanley, the then principal, became the backbone of the resistance to the brutal rule of the dynasty and the struggle for Lere's independence.

In the past three hundred years, the First Military Academy in the capital has produced two marshals, forty-eight generals, and as for lieutenant generals and major generals, there are simply countless. Therefore, this academy is called the cradle of the Leray Federal Army.

Looking at the wide and bright corridors, neat and standard rooms, and various advanced scientific research instruments and teaching equipment in the complex, the fat man suddenly let out a long sigh.

Back then, after he learned that An Lei had applied for the military academy, he secretly came to the only military academy in the capital to register. As a result, he was kicked out. If it weren't for the low threshold for joining the army, Fatty knew that he might never be able to become one in his life.

soldier.

Following Boswell, we quickly arrived at the laboratory.

After passing through two security doors and a cleaning area, a hall similar to the Garipalan Laboratory appeared in front of Fatty. In each section, an energy cannon and several unidentified mechas were being modified or tested by researchers.

Dozens of researchers are busy in front of the huge central computer.

An intern-looking researcher held a piece of data in his hand, flipping through it while quickly passing by the fat man. When he inadvertently raised his head, the intern suddenly looked at the fat man with his eyes wide open, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The fat man didn't know why. He stared back with the same expression. The two people faced each other, big eyes staring at small eyes.

Boswell knew something was going to be bad, so he pulled the fat man and got into his own research room. When there was only a crack left in the automatic door behind him, a cry of surprise came in.

"Tian Xingjian! Oh my God, it's Tian Xingjian, the federal hero. Tian Xingjian is here!"

The intern was running around the field, jumping and jumping, announcing his amazing discovery. The whole laboratory suddenly became a mess. There were scoldings, questions, screams, and the shouts of the intern.

The sound turned the originally quiet laboratory into a vegetable market.

No need for Boswell to say anything, the fat man already understood that he was doomed.

During the time he left the Federation, he was put on a poster. The reason was definitely not because he was thick-skinned. It was a good thing done by a few old immortals from the Federation Military and the President.

They pushed themselves out and hung a sign on their chest. On the front of the sign were engraved four characters: "Hero of the Federation"

It sounds very glorious, but Fatty knows. There are also a few words on the back of the brand, one more than the front, which is called: "Cannon Fodder!"

Boswell held the kid in his arms and automatically ignored the fat man's resentful eyes. He quickly called up a dense collection of robot models from the central computer, clicked on one of them, and said to the kid: "Master, look at it."

how about this?"

On the virtual screen, a tall and handsome man appeared. With blond hair, blue eyes, sculpted facial features, an inverted triangle-like body, and slender limbs, he was almost perfect by a man's standards.

Boswell said: "This is the Helios 18 guard robot developed by the Sunshine Robot Company of the Jiepen Empire in 2061. It is currently a luxury product among five-star robots. The body frame is made of super alloy, and the muscles and skin tissues are

, all use the best materials in the universe, and both look and feel are the same as real people. The most important thing is that the movement sensitivity and strength of guard robots are several times higher than ordinary service robots."

The little kid stared at Sun God No. 18 and looked left and right, wondering: "Why is there no little JJ?"

Boswell said awkwardly: "These robots can only execute very strict procedures and do not have the ability to judge outside the procedures. There is really no need for that stuff. Besides, human society has very strict regulations on robots and they are not allowed to pretend casually."

It’s something that goes against ethics. However, some companies that produce adult toys have developed such things.”

The little kid understood it clearly and said: "A realistic doll that can move and scream?"

Boswell nodded and said, "Yes, that's it."

The little kid was filled with indignation.

"Moral corruption!" Fatty said righteously.

"Then do we have samples of high-end simulation dolls in our laboratory?" The little kid said innocently: "Maybe I can get some inspiration."

The fat man on the side gave the little kid an approving look.

"How could there be something like that in the laboratory?" Boswell said seriously. Seeing the little kid's unhappy face, he thought for a moment and said, "I do have a few collector's editions at home."

"..."

"How about this one?" Boswell changed the subject: "If you choose it, we will use the best materials to make it for you. It is guaranteed to be more advanced than the classic collector's edition. If you want to add more things, whether it is

Whether it’s technology or materials, our laboratory has them all.”

The little kid looked at the fat man with an unkind expression. How could he, with his exquisite orifices, turn into a handsome boy and follow the fat man? What would be the consequences? He made a quick decision: "This image is too ugly.

I feel so stupid at first glance, is there anyone as handsome and powerful as our fat master?"

The fat man was very pleased and patted Butt's head lovingly. He pointed at a robot on the virtual screen and said, "I think this one is good."

The little kid almost fainted when he saw the baby-like robot pointed by the fat man. He immediately shook his head.

The fat man said angrily: "Why can't it work? This one is so cute. Look carefully, this one has a small penis. Old man, tell me about it!"

Boswell introduced: "This is a baby robot developed by the Feiyang Republic. It is specially used for mothers to learn childcare and breastfeeding. Because the skin is particularly soft and smooth, and the appearance is designed according to the image of a woman's favorite baby, it is particularly

It is loved by women. After it was launched, not only pregnant women bought it, but even some girls also liked to buy it as toys."

"But..." Boswell carefully looked at the sad little kid and said, "That little jj is just a decoration. It's not very useful. Of course, we can make modifications."

"Girls buy it too?" The fat man asked with some confusion: "They don't have breasts, why do they buy them?"

The originally dejected little kid's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing the fat man's question. He turned around and listened to Boswell: "It's a girl's nature to like cute things when they see them. The Sun God No. 18 is a luxury product, and war

It was developed after the outbreak and cannot be seen by the Federation. However, this baby-shaped robot is not uncommon in the homes of wealthy people in the Federation. It has been developed to the third generation. Girls like to hold it and keep it as electronic pets."

"Hold?" The little kid's eyes shone brighter and brighter.

"Cute?" The fat man waved his hand: "This virtue has nothing to do with this little bastard, let's try another one."

"No!" the little kid suddenly shouted: "This is the one, I like this one! It's so cute. It also matches my name."

"J j is very small," the fat man said.

"It doesn't matter, I don't need it anyway." The little kid said, "It would be nice to have one for decoration."

"Is this the one you've decided on?" Boswell asked.

"This is the one!" the kid said firmly.

The three people's eyes were directed to different places, and everyone understood each other tacitly.

"However, this one seems a little too small, only a few months old. It can't walk or run. How about we change it to about two years old and just able to walk?" Boswell suggested.

"Anyway, it needs to be cute. It should make a woman overflow with maternal love when she sees it." The kid said: "It doesn't matter if it's a little older. A two-year-old child has a relatively strong ability to interact with people. However, the functions must be complete. To do this,

, just do your best.”

"Then just do what the battle robots do!" Boswell said excitedly: "Since the current battle robots have no extra-program judgment, they will only carry out limited attack actions according to fixed procedures during the battle. Otherwise, they will be controlled by remote control.

Controlled by a robot. Think about it, an AI-controlled battle robot!”

Speaking of the latter part, the old man's face was already glowing with excitement.

"Yes, yes!" the little kid suddenly said, "Is it too heavy to hold up? What should I do?"

"Made with the most cutting-edge materials!" Boswell said: "The skeleton structure is made of biological two-state metal, wrapped in ultra-light fiber, and the telescopic weapons are made of ultra-light alloy. The weight will never exceed that of a child of the same size.

"

"The most important thing is to disguise." Fatty said: "Basically, there are very few opportunities for it to take action. At critical moments, it must be confusing. Liquefied reduced metals can also be used. Long-range attack weapons can be hidden in the body.

An energy gun will suffice. Think more about its hands and mouth. It is more confusing for children to bite."

"Yes!" Buti danced and said, "You don't use your mouth normally. At critical moments, you have to open it wide, like a shark. You can bite ten kilograms of meat in one bite!"

"Hmm." Boswell called up the design drawing of the baby robot on the central computer, and while making modifications and annotations beside it, he said: "The strength of the hand needs to be increased, and it can be turned into a claw. According to our technology,

, the super carbide steel plate is just a matter of two claws.”

"Defense is also crucial." Fatty came up with an idea and became addicted: "Biological two-state metal is six times stronger than super hard alloy. You don't have to worry about this. However, the internal micro energy engine, computer program core and other electronic sensing

The system must be fire-proof, waterproof, anti-corrosion, and preferably bullet-proof and explosion-proof.”

"There is also an electronic system." The little kid remembered his specialty and shouted: "It must be able to carry out a certain degree of communication interference or electronic shielding, it must have a stable wireless network connection device, and the computer must have the most powerful computing power.

.”

"No problem." Boswell said: "Anyway, we use the most cutting-edge things in our laboratory. If we don't have it, I'll go to the college to get it. In terms of technology, we first organize the public relations of the whole college. If it's not advanced enough now, we can wait for it.

We’ll think of ways to change it when we get to Chakna.”

"Old man, you are so kind." Pipi said, "I will give you a greeting gift first." After saying that, he inserted the robot hand into the data port of the central computer. A few minutes later, the electronic sound of data transmission completion sounded, and Pipi opened the door.

a virtual screen.
Chapter completed!