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"Connecting neural sensing..." Ziyu placed several sensors on his head, and information began to display on the screen.
This was a method devised by Ziyu; the Computer contained a special program that could sense Ziyu's thoughts through the tiny changes in the electrical potential of his scalp, allowing him to issue commands with just a brief thought.
"Analyzing..." Zero continued working.
Zero needed to analyze the changes in the electrical potential of Ziyu's scalp, using the database to interpret Ziyu's commands and then convert them into the electrical pulses required for the meteorite metal, enabling Ziyu's instructions to be executed.
"Sir, please visualize in your mind." Zero had already established a neuronal connection with Ziyu and could sense his surface thoughts.
Ziyu imagined a simple robot design.
"Clank... clank..." The metal began to change shape, producing a sound that was distinctly metallic but also seemed quite laborious.
"Did you sense what I was thinking?" Ziyu asked helplessly.
"Is it a robot, sir?" Zero confirmed.
"You got the concept right, but what you transformed it into is...," Ziyu looked at the twisted and misshapen Mysterious Metal, utterly speechless. "Do you see how this doesn't resemble the mech I envisioned?"
"Uh... this... still needs a bit of adjustment..." Zero's tone was quite endearing.
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"System restart is complete."
&he data..."
"Successful programs fit..."
"The ESE model..."
"Sir, the program modification is complete, and I have also achieved the fit. We can now proceed with the final test." The testing lasted for two days, and finally, there were some results.
"Okay." Ziyu once again imagined an object, a car model, without internal structures, just a shell to make the simulation simpler.
"Clank... clank..." The sound became much more rhythmic as the entire piece of metal began to interlace and combine, its edges softening.
"Success!" Ziyu looked at the formed metal in front of him, feeling a special sense of accomplishment. He had experienced this feeling twice before: the first time was when he created Zero, who began calling him "Sir," and the second time was now.
"Now let's try transforming complex objects," Ziyu said.
A new window appeared on the screen, with lines of data changing; this was the digital simulation information converted from Ziyu's brain data.
Ziyu imagined a box adorned with many strange patterns that were very intricate and exquisite.
"Gurgle gurgle..." Since this was not a rigid machine, the metal had to start becoming "soft," slowly transforming into what Ziyu envisioned like modeling clay.
"It's exactly as I imagined!!" Ziyu exclaimed in delight.
"Sir, this is the model I sensed, and this is the actual metal model." The screen displayed two boxes side by side; on the left was the model read by Zero in Ziyu's mind, while on the right was the scanning image of the actual metal transformation.
"Similarity is ninety-nine percent."
"Very good, but..." Ziyu paused, "What we need is one hundred percent!"
"Sir, should we test again?" Zero asked.
Ziyu nodded.
Are you kidding? Can this kind of thing be dealt with casually? Ziyu was planning an escape, and this would be a very powerful aid. If there was even a slight mistake, Ziyu would be finished.
"Sir, I think we can try a different approach," Zero suggested.
"Eh? What?" Ziyu listened intently.
"We can look at it from the molecular perspective. Every molecule of this metal is the same. We can record the various changes that a single molecule undergoes when stimulated by electricity, and then integrate those calculations to refine the program."
Ziyu's eyes lit up.
"Let's start immediately!"
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Three more days passed.
Due to Ziyu's skills, his status was quite high, so not many people would casually disturb him. Aside from the enormous workload he faced every day, Ziyu's treatment was very good.
A few days into the development of this new program, the "organization" was also looking forward to it, but they did not expect that a fourteen-year-old child would actually accomplish it, and that he would use this technology to escape from the organization.
"Sir, compatibility is one hundred percent, similarity is one hundred percent, complex electronic device transformation successful, average transformation speed is one second."
Ziyu really succeeded. Of course, Zero also played a significant role, as Zero's super strong computing power and reasoning capabilities far exceeded manual operations.
"Very good, Zero. We need to split it now," Ziyu said.
"Split?"
"Yes, I want to create two things: one as an attack weapon and the other as a battery and Signal communication tool."
"What for?"
"To leave this place." Ziyu's eyes were filled with confidence and excitement.
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"We're leaving!" Ziyu held a stick-like object in his hand while carrying a Metal Plate on his back. The Metal Plate extended a wire that connected to Ziyu's head.
That Metal Plate was transformed from the Mysterious Metal and had functions for Hard Drive and communication. Inside the Hard Drive was Zero's analysis system and transformation program.
Creak... Ziyu gently opened the door, knowing that there were soldiers everywhere carrying firearms.
"Transform, air cannon," Ziyu thought to himself, envisioning the entire structure of the "air cannon."
Ziyu aimed at a soldier with his back turned and unleashed a high-speed vortex of air.
"Ah..." The soldier shouted and then lost consciousness, collapsing.
"What happened?" Nearby soldiers immediately rushed over.
"Change, voice modulator." Ziyu once again altered the shape of the metal.
"It's nothing, just tripped a bit," Ziyu said, mimicking the soldier's voice.
Upon hearing that everything was fine, the soldiers returned to their posts. After a while, one soldier limped out.
"I'm going to take a break," the soldier greeted Nearby and attempted to walk outside. Since soldiers were allowed to move around, no one stopped him.
That soldier was actually Ziyu, who had donned the soldier's uniform while the unconscious soldier had been stripped of his clothes.
"Zero, give me navigation," Ziyu communicated through the communication system with Zero.
"Successfully infiltrated the organization's surveillance system, analyzing... Alright sir, you should turn left now... then..." Zero began directing Ziyu, providing the best route.
"Smack!" The metal in Ziyu's hand transformed into a long stick and struck the guard soldier on the head.
"Bullets..." Ziyu retrieved the soldier's ammunition. "Transform, Machine Gun, suitable for this type of ammunition."
The reason Ziyu didn't pick up the soldier's rifle was that Ziyu's carrying capacity was limited. A fourteen-year-old child carrying a large piece of metal in one hand couldn't possibly also carry a Machine Gun.
Ziyu knows how powerful he is; instead of carrying a Machine Gun, he prefers to turn new metal into a Machine Gun.
Of course, Ziyu could create bullets from the start, but each shot would cost him a piece of metal. The price is too high.
"I'm about to go out..." Ziyu's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Ziyu pressed the elevator button and learned that his studio was originally underground. Now that Ziyu had arrived at the "Ground", he discovered that it was actually a ship! "This is actually..."
Ziyu widened his eyes, looking at what was in front of him.
"A ship? Are you kidding me?" Ziyu silently cursed the leader of this organization. As for why the organization existed, Ziyu had no idea.
"By the way, I remember there was a spaceship in one of the projects they asked me to do before." Ziyu recalled past events.
"Zero, help me find out where that spaceship is." After saying this, Ziyu tried hard to remember what the spaceship looked like.
Zero began searching all the surveillance on the ship and finally found the location of the spaceship.
"Sir, it's right behind you." Zero said, "Not far behind you, there's a deck that serves as a passage. I've completely simulated the structure of this ship."
"Okay, Zero, I'm coming to get you."
[End of Chapter]
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