Chapter 583 High-end places, high-class manners

30 seconds ago, V and the technician said that they were not robbers. 30 seconds later, a valuable remote prosthesis was directly torn into pieces by Lille.

This advanced prosthesis is indeed advanced enough. As a remote prosthesis, it does not have the design of compatible biological bodies used by general prostheses. The specifications of optical, acoustic, pressure and other sensors are all pulled to the highest level. Through a cyber modulator for model modulation, the strong real feeling is converted into a signal that can be accepted by the customer.

The more sensitive the prosthesis, the higher the specifications of the processor that processes information, and the more complicated the reverse engineering becomes. Analyzing these tiny structures requires high-precision technology and equipment, and in terms of design, chip manufacturers will also make anti-reverse settings, such as obfuscating circuits and hardware encryption.

But Lille has a technical AI who knows European technology very well - Muramasa was created by Arasaka, and Arasaka and Europeans have been mutually reversed in software and hardware for a long time:

Arasaka Saburo sees Europeans as stumbling blocks on the road to progress, and Europeans see Arasaka as a Japanese company with wolfish ambitions, with extraordinary control in Asia, and trying to expand the influence of Arasaka Bank, which touches their core interests, so they have been adopting a strategy of secret containment.

In general, Europe can be said to be crushing Arasaka in network technology. Many of the ice-breaking puppets for Arasaka that an entry-level hacker bought on the streets of Night City were brought from Europe.

But Arasaka, as one of the most advanced security companies in the world, naturally will not passively take a beating, and has a deep understanding of European technology. Muramasa was once the pioneer in cracking European technology inside Arasaka.

They just don't bite people very much, because Arasaka knows that he can't afford the cost of tearing his face with the Europeans now.

The former advantages were lost on a large scale with the wandering of Muramasa. Saburo Arasaka probably never dreamed that the wandering AI would actually work honestly in Lille.

[Muramasa: Did you see the electrodes on the brain-computer interface? Completing three-dimensional stacking at the 1-nanometer scale is already the limit in terms of technology. I have to say that European technology is indeed advanced. ]

[Muramasa: After nanotechnology reaches the 1-nanometer scale, three-dimensional integrated circuits are the first direction to appear, and they are also the most common design in the current technology field, but the utility of different architectures varies greatly. I can try to reverse this architecture. ]

[Lille: You can use my Sian Westin as a server. ]

The barriers to reverse chip architecture also exist for AI. Lille's only advantage is that he has a magical research team in the Marvel world. Maybe a flash of inspiration can produce results, but now they have projects on hand.

Reverse chip technology is a new job for Lille, but he has a teacher who knows European technology very well.

For Muramasa, its work efficiency is still more than a hundred times that of a top team. It was originally designed to do this.

Re-contacting European products, it is very motivated to crack.

In terms of technology, the cyber modulator and processor process used in this set of prosthesis is as small as 3 nanometers, but the architecture is much more advanced. A single chip has 12 layers of stacking, the theoretical limit power consumption is only 45w, the frequency can reach more than 8GHz, and the chip area is only 600 square millimeters.

These core computing chips and other chipsets on the motherboard are combined to become advanced brain-computer interfaces on remote prostheses-

This kind of brain-computer interface is a high-end product that cannot even be found in advertisements for the vast majority of people in Night City, but here, it is just a basic component on sightseeing robots.

Excellent brain-computer interface performance is the basis of the third-generation prosthesis. Better and faster processors can coordinate the human-computer system while adding neural enhancement implants.

Industrialization can be done slowly. The faster Lille's prosthesis is, the better, so he directly dismantled the brain-computer interface of the remote prosthesis and prepared to find a time to buckle the chip and replace it with his own.

Snap!

V directly put a glass of water on the armrest of the wheelchair. Lille grabbed the chip and was stunned for a moment: "What?"

V raised his eyebrows: "Are you not happy to get you a drink?"

"Such a good treatment?" Lille was surprised, and did not support the mechanical hand that grabbed the water cup and carefully lifted the water cup. "Do you have a guilty conscience?"

"Am I bad to you?!"

"No, let's go."

The two of them clinked their glasses and leaned back against the bar, looking at the entire venue-

In the center of the venue was a booth, and the "product" on display was a child, who looked about the same age as Matt, with obvious traces of prosthetic modification on the Achilles tendon and thigh joint.

Around the booth, a large number of remote prosthetics were concentrating on collecting data on the child.

Originally, there would be scouts on site to observe the scene, but most of them postponed their trips due to the stadium attack just now and switched to online visits.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next recommendation for the 2076-2077 season youth athlete draft is Tommy Walker!"

"Although Tommy is young, he is a talented male football player, and his best position is goalkeeper!"

"He has very good compatibility with neural implants, and his recent performance is also very impressive. If you are interested in him, you can check his recent data."

This kid has yellow hair and a horizontal prosthetic surgery mark across his face, which looks like he has undergone major surgery.

There are obvious prosthetic marks on the joints of his left hand, and the Achilles tendon has also been replaced.

[Name: Tommy Walker]

[Age: 9 years old]

[Prosthetics: subcutaneous syringe, enhanced bionic chin, enhanced Achilles tendon, bone enhancement, subcranial direct nerve enhancement device. ]

Jack and Matt stood very close to the booth, the former folded his arms, the latter stared blankly at everything around him, not knowing what to say.

". They are too young." Jack shook his head, "They can't bear such prosthetics, these black-hearted bastards."

Matt's mood was much more complicated: he just heard that Dogtown has the best sports academy in Night City, and many young athletes have come from Taiping State recently.

But

Matt was very puzzled: "Why do you want to install that kind of prosthesis?"

The project he participated in told him that at this age, implanting neural enhancement prostheses, injecting stimulants with subcutaneous syringes, strengthening bones, and implanting a certain scale of prostheses, such as strengthening the chin and non-biological muscles and Achilles tendons, are all overdrawing the future.

Just as Jack was about to speak, the group noticed a small commotion at the entrance--

"Madam, are you interested in participating in the unlimited free boxing?"

"I am the agent of the New American Professional Wrestling League, and you may have heard of my partners."

"You should come to the NBA to play, look at this elbow."

"Get out!" The Savage King impatiently pushed away the agents of these prisoners, "I don't play professional games, get out of the way."

When Lille saw her, she remembered that her perception modification of the remote prosthesis was not enough for them to ignore the Savage King's outrageous physique!

"Boss"

As soon as the Savage King spoke, Lille hurriedly raised his glass, and the latter immediately smiled and quickly walked to the bar.

Lille said to the bartender, "Give him some."

"Give him some beer."

The bartender was also a little frightened by the Savage King's body. He sorted out his thoughts and said, "Uh, what kind of beer?"

The Savage King opened his mouth and was about to say some "high-end" beer he knew, but Lille said, "Give me some Blue Dog's End of the World Wine."

"What a weird name." The Savage King cursed and picked up the glass and poured a whole glass into his mouth.

"Beer is so cheap. If we drink it cheaply here, others will think we can't afford it. This stuff is expensive. A bottle can be sold for more than 70,000 euros in Europe. If it is shipped to Dog Town, then..."

Lille whispered the first sentence to the Savage King and the second sentence to the bartender, because he didn't know the shipping cost. Who can find the shipping cost of smuggling on the Internet?

The bartender smiled professionally and said, "All your expenses here are free. If we talk about the cost price, the price of a bottle should be around 80,000 to 88,000 euros."

The Savage King looked at the empty cup in his hand: that is to say, she just drank nearly 20,000 euros in one gulp.

As she thought about it, she looked at the agents she had just driven away, and shook her head after a struggle.

V on the side poked Lille expressionlessly.

[V: How much did we drink just now? ]

[Lille: Uh. European imported pure water may be 100 euros a glass, and tequila is also quite expensive, about 800 euros a bottle? ]

[V: Order me something expensive! ]

[Lille: Actually, I didn't expect that wine is still on sale, then you try it. Diamond Tequila? ]

High-end places must be accompanied by high-end behavior, and V suddenly wanted to show off.

So after receiving the instructions, she acted very dramatic, pretending to be very surprised and interested and said to the bartender: "You all have this wine? Do you have Diamond Tequila?"

The bartender smiled more bitterly: "You are joking, this limited edition aged wine may only be in your private collection. Although we can provide free drinks, we can only provide some ordinary drinks."

V shook his head regretfully: "I thought... forget it."

[V: How much is that thing? ]

[Lille: Uh, if it is what I think, it would be 3 million euros a bottle 50 years ago. ]

[V: Damn you, doesn't the bartender think I am an idiot! How can this kind of wine be placed on the free counter! I think you are itching for trouble! ]

V put his hand on Lille's neck expressionlessly, exerting force secretly-

Lille could only bear it expressionlessly, and then beg for mercy secretly.

[Lille: I was wrong, sister! I was really wrong, spare my life--]