A minute later, Pittman, feeling that he couldn't stand it anymore, patted Byron's arm: "Just cry for a while, we still have to work."
"When did I cry?" Byron stared at the little old man in front of him, "I just got emotional and couldn't control my emotions!"
"Just pretend I didn't see it," Pittman muttered, and handed Byron a handkerchief, "Hurry up and wipe it off, don't go out and let your soldiers see it."
"You don't have kids and you don't understand..."
Pittman rolled his eyes: "Who hasn't raised it? Didn't I bring up Amber—she didn't learn to speak until she was nearly ten years old, and I didn't react as much as you did at the time."
On weekdays, Byron thinks that he can't lose to anyone when it comes to eloquence. Even if Pittman is famously tough-skinned, he is confident that he can talk about the little old man's autism, but at this moment, he is obviously not arguing with anyone. The gray-haired knight just opened some red eyes, looked at Pea who was smiling at him, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled one after another: "It's so good... so good... I feel uncomfortable. place?"
"At the beginning... a little... numb..." Pea spoke with some difficulty, but soon her voice became smoother. Although it was only a sound synthesized by a sound-generating device, it seemed to have more and more numbness in it. Some vivid feelings, "Now...it's much better..."
"That's good, that's good," Byron said again and again, and then turned Pea around, looking at the metal nerve cord that was quietly attached to the back of the adoptive daughter's neck at the moment, "Will this be heavy? It will take a long time to wear it. Will it be uncomfortable?"
"Of course there is some weight," Pittman said, "after all, the weight reduction rune requires additional energy supply, and it is very difficult to integrate the nerve cord and brain wave interaction mechanism into such a small device, and there is no need More space can be allocated to weight-reducing runes—we will gradually improve this defect in subsequent models.”
"I think...it's okay," Pea said gesticulating—even though she could already make a sound, the habit she had developed over the past years made her gesticulate subconsciously when speaking, "It's not very heavy, it's not tired."
"Of course, although there is no way to add weight reduction runes, we have used lighter materials as much as possible, and the overall weight is still acceptable," Pittman pinched a few strands of beard on his chin, with a proud face With a smile, "After all, this thing is trying to be promoted to ordinary people. Comfort and ease of use are very important criteria."
With a bright smile on his face, Byron couldn't help but rubbed his hands together and said, "Today is a memorable day... I'll have a few drinks to celebrate when I go back..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pea next to him couldn't help frowning, and a complaining voice came from the nerve thorny sounding device: "Dad, you usually drink too much! How many times have I told you that you want to drink?" Quit drinking, why don't you listen..."
Byron's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. He just wanted to speak, but Pea's follow-up words were obviously not finished:
"Besides, the first time you quit drinking was clearly what you said, and you patted your chest and said that you will definitely quit within a month. Now it has been two years, and you haven't quit at all...
"You are not young anymore, do you know that you have more white hair than black hair! The newspapers have talked about the disadvantages of drinking too much. Don't you always say that Mr. Godwin is a learned man, and what he says is very Does it make sense, why don't you listen to it..."
Byron looked embarrassed, and just said the word "I", when he heard another string of peas crackling:
"Besides, you always go to bed without taking a shower recently, and I have to urge you to go. You don't take care of your beard, and I have to help you tidy up the clothes when you go out every day. I don't know how you usually live when you go out. Yes, didn't you say that there is strict discipline in the army
"Uncle Philip came back two days ago, and you took him to have a drink, and you said that you would introduce Uncle Philip to meet some young girls—I and several classmates were there at the time! Dad, you don't pay attention to the influence at all, last time Kai Ms. Li came home too. You came out in pajamas, which shocked Ms. Kelly. She is my teacher...
"And last time, you finally took a vacation, but you want to..."
"Stop, stop... stop!" Byron finally looked at the opportunity, and shouted to stop again and again. After finally interrupting Pea's thoughts, he looked at Pittman with a confused expression, "What's going on... this Can nerve thorns also affect Pea's character?!"
Pea stared at Byron and Pittman, her face full of expressions of "I still have something to say, and now I'm reluctant to listen to you." Pittman looked at Byron with a strange expression, and said hesitantly: " I think... it's not that it affects her character, but that she already has so much to say... "
"That's right," Pea said without waiting for Byron to speak. Obviously, she has adapted to the nerve thorns very quickly, and now she speaks very fluently with it, "I have a lot to say! It's just that I usually say no. Just come out, writing is slow, and I can’t speak clearly with gestures, and Dad, you don’t pay attention at all... "
Then there was another series of crackling, and this time Byron simply didn't even have a chance to intervene.
Pittman looked at Byron with a sympathetic and helpless expression in astonishment, and the expressions of the assistants and researchers around him were also wonderful—almost all the people here knew Pea, this hard-working and sensible child from a miserable background, and their impressions The pea in the book has always been quiet and well-behaved, and it never made any trouble when cooperating with the experiment in the research institute, but obviously, the nerve thorns successfully made everyone realize the other side of the pea—
She usually doesn't speak, but she has a lot of words in her stomach.
After being yelled at by the peas, Byron's face became extraordinarily exciting. He looked around dumbfounded, and found that it was basically just watching the excitement. Everyone had a harmless but embarrassing look on their faces. Smiling, Pittman also smiled and asked him: "Are you a bit regretful?"
Byron opened his mouth, and glanced at Pea who was standing beside him, who seemed very happy and happy because he said the backlog of words in his heart. The embarrassing expression on his face finally gradually turned into a smile.
"I regret it," he said with a smile, "I think this is pretty good."
Pea immediately looked over with wide eyes: "Dad, you just said dirty words! How many times has Uncle Philip told you to pay attention to your behavior, even if you don't consider your status, you should pay attention to the impact on me... Fortunately, I was not affected by you, Otherwise..."
Byron: "..."
After the new round of bombing finally ended, Byron looked at Pittman a little dizzily: "Then... can we leave now?"
"It's ok, there are no more test items today," Pittman said with a smile, "The practicality of the nerve thorn will be confirmed in the follow-up use process, and the adaptability of the pea to the nerve thorn will be paid attention to in the next half month. , pay attention to his sleeping condition and whether the skin near the base of the skull has any allergic reactions. In addition, the nerve thorns will be brought to us for inspection every ten days to confirm the changes in the activity of the artificial nerve cord. Other than that, there is nothing to pay attention to. Yes, Pea can wear it often, and feel whether it is inconvenient in daily life."
Byron and Pea listened carefully, taking Pittman's instructions down in their hearts, and after a few seconds of silence, Byron suddenly said: "... I am going to go north, the official order has been issued, three days later To go."
Winter is coming to an end, and the development of the northern coast and the task of building the Imperial Navy will start in the spring. Byron already knew about this before that, and recently, the order signed by the head of the empire has finally been delivered to him.
This is not a secret task. Even the news about the construction of the North Port and the development of the North Territory had appeared in newspapers and radio programs a few days ago. Pea also knew about it a long time ago. She pursed her lips and looked up at Byron. At a glance, there was only a low and slow tremor in the speaker, which was not very happy.
"The peas are big enough to take care of themselves," Pittman looked at this special pair of father and daughter, as if suddenly seeing a few years ago, when Cecil City was just a "Cecil pioneer camp", seeing When he saw the middle-aged knight who suddenly had an adopted daughter and was in a hurry, and when he saw the silent and submissive little girl who was nervous about the surrounding environment, several years flashed by before his eyes. This old man who has a lot of life experiences Druid shook his head with a smile, "We will take care of her too."
"Then thank you in advance," Byron said, then exhaled suddenly, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Why am I so sentimental all of a sudden, I don't usually feel so emotional when I go out..."
"Today is the first time a daughter calls her daddy, and every father will do that," Pittman looked at Byron with a familiar expression, "Don't worry, one day she will start to bother you, think you don't take a bath, hate you Your clothes are sloppy, you think you can't keep up with the rhythm of young people, and you will only criticize your faults all day long, then you won't have so many emotions... "
Byron thought for a while, and gave Pea an awkward look: "But I think she dislikes me now."
Pittman: "…"
"And you said so carefully, is it because you are very experienced?"
Pittman: "... Hurry up if you have nothing to do, don't disturb my old man's experiment!"
Soon, Byron left with the peas, leaving only Pittman and his technicians in the laboratory.
The assistants began to organize the equipment they had just used, and compiled the detailed process of Pea's use of nerve thorns into materials that will be used later. Pittman shook his head and walked to a cabinet with a crystal glass partition .
In the cabinet, several spare nerve thorn devices were quietly placed on the brackets, and under the illumination of the lights in the cabinet, there was a cold metal reflection.
There was a slight sound of the gate sliding not far away, and Kamel, who was glowing with blue arcane brilliance, floated into the room.
"I saw Byron and Pea in the hallway just now," Kamel said, as he floated towards Pittman, "Pea has a nerve thorn—seems like it's working?"
"It went really well," Pittman laughed, "and you missed the really good parts."
"For me, the success of this project is already exciting enough," Kamel buzzed, and at the same time looked at the cabinet next to Pittman, looking at the nerve thorn devices, " Are there three sets of finished products left... You should be able to move on to the next step."
"Combine the nerve thorns and the type II magic terminal to create a magician who can really cast spells..." Pittman's expression became serious rarely, as if he was talking to himself, "At this point, the extraordinary and the The boundaries between ordinary people are almost gone..."
"Ordinary people will not only release specific spells by pressing the buttons of the machine, but also sense magic power like a real mage, and be able to use their own ideas and spirit to guide extraordinary power. This will be an essential breakthrough. It is also what we have always wanted to achieve..." Kamel's tone was not without emotion, "By that time, I am afraid that 'Supernatural' will no longer be called 'Supernatural', and it will truly become the dream of every mortal. A power worthy of touch."
"The Doom Society and the Eternal Sleepers have spent seven hundred years completing its pre-technology—although this is not their original purpose, we can thank them at this time," Pittman squeezed his eyes, "brain-computer Connection is the most difficult link for ordinary people to sense magic power and manipulate spells, and the nerve thorns have already solved this problem, and the next work will be much easier."
"Let's get started." The blue light on Kamel's body gradually became brighter, and his tone rose, becoming particularly cheerful and full of motivation. "We still have a lot to do."