"Instructor, can I receive the armor now? I can't wait to see Brother T!"

In the habitat of the Southern Cross Central Space Station, Tong Ling was shaking the instructor's arm and asking one after another.

The transport ship is currently undergoing technical transformation in the Southern Cross Central Shipyard.

Another major technological innovation took place this month, and some new equipment for subspace stacking and supercurved flight stability control will be installed on the transport ship.

Therefore, it is expected that the rest period will be extended by one month to four months.

She was able to go to the battlefield one month later, and some people were happy and some were disappointed, but Tong Ling didn't care about these things at all. She was thinking about meeting Brother T.

She has been waiting in the living area for three days, and the instructor only said that the T100 is special and she has to be patient.

Others’ Sky X3 type is a standard armor, and it only needs to be debugged as a whole once when leaving the factory.

However, as a special new armor, the T100 must undergo complex reliability demonstration and additional debugging before being handed over to the pilot.

The pilot who took over now is Tong Ling, a little girl who is only twelve years old, so of course she has to be more cautious.

The information in the smart war machine database is extremely huge.

When a pilot program is programmed and entered, the amount of information needs to be transmitted is not small, and it is impossible to use keyboard or voice to enter. It can only allow the pilot to directly connect with the nerves of the armored system, and only through thinking resonance can enough information be transmitted in a short time.

Every time the nerve is directly connected, it will have a huge impact on the pilot's mental health.

There is a parameter that is very important when connecting the nerve directly, which is related to the stability of the link and the information transmission rate, which is precisely coordination.

When linking, if the pilot is in a bad state, his attention is a little loose, or his level is unstable, resulting in a sharp decline in coordination, he may have a collapse in his thinking on the spot and become a vegetable.

This type of pilot is often called the Brokener.

The consciousness of the broken man will be involved in the armored intelligent system, and then tear it into pieces, becoming meaningless redundant information in the intelligent system, and will be crushed in the next system self-test.

These data have no value to be collected, and they cannot be reconstructed into personality, nor can they analyze any available resources, and even the professional skills that the Broken Pilot already possesses cannot be extracted.

Of course, the student's ability to obtain a professional license through the assessment and successfully graduate from the Pilot Academy shows that the student has already possessed all aspects of comprehensive qualities and is unlikely to become a broken person.

However, Tong Ling's situation is special and needs to be treated with caution.

Time passed day by day, and before I knew it, another half month passed, and Tong Ling couldn't wait for news about T100.

Her mood slowly cooled down from the beginning and became unhurried. She opened the T100 manual again, reviewing the old and learning the new from beginning to end.

Tong Ling didn't know that her every move these days was under the nose of the jury.

If she continues to be so impatient, she might have missed T100.

On this day, Tong Ling finally got what she wanted.

She passed the observation and assessment and was taken to the confidential warehouse of the Southern Cross Center by the instructor.

The instructor entered the verification, and the sealed compartment made a rumbling sound, slowly opening.

The whole body is ink black, and the T100, which shines with a faint flickering under the light, slowly emerges before Tong Ling.

"From today, it's yours. I hope you can handle it."

The instructor said excitedly.

He knows how thrilling this two-week final review is.

Tong Ling didn't realize it, just staring at the huge armor.

The feeling of being watched is getting clearer and clearer.

She even vaguely felt that what was standing opposite her was not a pair of intelligent combat weapons, but an individual.

"Thank you, instructor, I understand."

"No need to thank me."

The instructor took a deep breath and asked, "Do you want to take a break before testing the coordination?"

"No need to rest, I'm in good shape now. Let's start now."

"Sure?"

"Confirm and sure!"

Looking at the little girl's happy appearance, the instructor was inexplicably infected by her, "Okay!"

He also imitated Tong Ling's tone and said loudly.

With the instructor's operation, a circular hole with a diameter of 0.5 meters was opened on the chest of T100, and then a noose-shaped connecting line extended from the inside and extended to a height of 0.8 meters from the ground.

At the end of the connecting line is a metal plate with colorful light flowing like soap bubbles under the sun.

Of course, these lights are not just for visual beauty.

Each different color alternating is a manifestation of the system's releasing energy surges similar to the quantum storm of the human brain.

"Do you still remember the operation process?"

The instructor asked.

Tong Ling nodded, "Remember."

"Okay, let's start."

Tong Ling closed her eyes tightly and slowly put her right palm on her right hand.

The colorful light turned into substance and spread little by little along Tong Ling's palm until the back of her hand was immersed in it.

A painful expression began to appear on her face.

This is a natural reaction when a person's palm is penetrated by energy, indicating that her thinking is beginning to link with the T100's system.

The instructor's heart was in his throat.

Although he did not believe in the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, he still prayed silently in his heart, saying that the philosopher would bless him, hoping that something would happen to Tong Ling, and it would be best if the first test coordination could be exceeded 50%.

About five minutes later, information began to appear in the blank projection in front of the instructor's eyes.

“Coordination: 51.56%.”

The instructor clenched his fist with his right hand, almost wishing he could whistle to the sky.

The right bet on your own!

Tong Ling's first test exceeded the previous highest record.

I feel right!

He giggled foolishly, as if he had seen his appearance when he was awarded a medal by a general during his promotion.

But in Tong Ling's thinking space, she was inexplicably trouble.

The situation is not as good as the instructor.

The T100's intelligent brain system is very manic, like a storm.

No matter how much she focused on searching, she couldn't find the virtual input port that should have appeared easily.

She was lost and trapped.

...

On the other side of the distance, Chen Feng was also frowning.

He didn't expect that the little girl's system coordination with the T100 was so high, and she directly entered the full-dive mode of thinking as soon as she connected for the first time.

This should have been a depth mode that only a skilled pilot can open with the armor that has been working with for a long time, but it was unexpectedly triggered automatically.

Chen Fengguang had already used all his strength to communicate with the armor just by crossing a long distance.

Now, in this small space, another person's complete consciousness was penetrated, and it completely dispersed, and he had no choice.

He couldn't grasp the other person's thinking.

It feels like two people who should be familiar with each other are separated by a thick layer of frosted glass.

They can see each other's shadows, but they don't know who the other person is, and they cannot convey the voice or talk to each other.

"Fanxing, what should I do now? Can I force the power outage?"

Chen Feng asked.

Fanxing shrugged, "I'm afraid it won't work. I have to wait until she finds her way out in the maze and pulls out your shadow. Otherwise, she will become a broken person."

"This is a bit embarrassing. It's a pity that there is a rare person who coordinates more than 50% of the time."

Chen Feng sighed.
Chapter completed!