Adjusting the Body

"The blueprints have been generated! The blueprints have been generated! The blueprints have been generated!"

Just as everyone was deep in thought, Doggie suddenly spoke.

"Compare the projected data of the new unit with the projected data of Zero Unit, and display it!"

Guo Yi frowned as he gave Doggie the command.

"Acceleration decreased by 60%. Predicted Mobility Overload: 14–34G. Defensive capability decreased by 50%. Firepower reduced by 70%. Mental Load reduced by 10%..."

"Damn it!" Guo Yi rubbed his hair and complained helplessly, "What the hell is the point of that? I might as well build a whole bunch of sixth-generation fighter jets!

That would just be a bunch of humanoid targets—humanoid targets that treat people like batteries!"

"Can't you limit the output?" Xiao Zhuang suddenly suggested. "Limit the output to reduce mobility."

"How would I limit it?" Guo Yi shook his head helplessly and explained, "Software restrictions?

What if we reach a point where we have to risk our lives? How long would it take to unlock it?

How long would it take to activate?

Do you really think the enemy would be stupid enough to wait for you to finish unlocking it?

And if it's a mental-control restriction, one stray thought from any of you could unlock it in minutes!

What use would such a restriction be?

So, we can only reduce the external equipment.

That would reduce the pilot's Mental Load, allow the pilot to control it one hundred percent, and make maintenance easier as well. It kills several birds with one stone.

Besides, if something this expensive gets accidentally damaged because its performance was restricted, would that be worth it?"

Without waiting for them to ask, Guo Yi continued explaining, "The Distributed Mental Control System is, simply put, a robotic control system that combines various buttons and control sticks with brainwaves and voice commands!

And this system is one of Gundam's most important core systems.

Without it, relying solely on mechanical buttons and macro commands, Gundam would be nothing more than a stiff oversized toy.

But with this system, it could even perform Wing Chun!

The problem is, this system is linked to every piece of equipment on Gundam!

So no matter how you calculate it, reducing the equipment is the appropriate approach.

But once you reduce it, all of Gundam's attributes have to be reduced too, and in the end it turns into this useless oversized toy!

It'd be fine if we sold it as an export product, but if our own people use this, I'd be the one losing face!"

"So you want something the general public can use, but you also want its specs to be no weaker than your custom-built unit..." Xiao Zhuang looked at Guo Yi speechlessly, then suddenly thought of a question. "When you say 'the general public,' whose standards are you referring to?"

"A tier below you guys!"

Guo Yi turned around and asked curiously, "Didn't you know I modified it according to your physical standards?

Otherwise, why would I say you're all weaklings!"

"..."

Well, the truth was out. What upset Guo Yi was not their security detail that was security in name but surveillance in reality—it was their physical fitness.

The Lone Wolf team looked at Guo Yi with aggrieved expressions. No wonder Guo Yi had always seemed displeased with them after the two elders left.

It turned out their physical fitness was the reason Guo Yi had been forced to revise the blueprints here.

But could they really be blamed for that?

"Wait, that's not right! When did you ever test our bodies?

How do you know our physical condition?"

Ostrich suddenly thought of something. Frowning, he said to Guo Yi, "You didn't just guess, did you?

Maybe we're not as weak as you think?"

Guo Yi rolled his eyes at Ostrich and patted Doggie. "Doggie, pull up Ostrich's physical assessment file."

"Name: Ostrich

Height: 188 cm

Weight: 72 kg

Left Fist Strength: 6

Right Fist Strength: 7

Left Foot Strength: 8

Right Foot Strength: 8

Endurance: 8

Muscle Tolerance: 6

Cardiopulmonary Capacity: 7

Internal Organ Tolerance: 5"

"..."

The Lone Wolf squad stared in astonishment at the life-sized anatomical diagram of Ostrich floating in midair, along with the corresponding data. "What the hell is this? When did you measure all this?"

"For ordinary people, strength is 3 to 5. Endurance is calculated based on the lactic acid levels in your muscles, while internal organ attributes are derived from the tissue density of the corresponding organs." Guo Yi explained to them with a bored expression. "These figures can be obtained directly with a scan! Do you still need to make everyone run laps and stuff to measure them? That would be so complicated. How many general practitioners would a spaceship need to carry? Don't you know that medical technology is also one of the essential technologies for space travel?"

"..."

"Fine, there really is a generation gap between us!" Guo Yi said frantically as the Lone Wolf squad grew increasingly baffled. "You don't even understand common sense! Even the old lady selling popsicles at the entrance knows this, yet you guys don't! Sigh... forget it..."

"..."

The Lone Wolf squad could only feel helpless upon hearing Guo Yi's words.

They might have plenty of knowledge in their heads, but it was all related to combat...

Besides, whose common sense was this?

"Since you can make adjustments through medicine, then we can too!" Xiao Zhuang quickly changed the subject, unwilling to keep feeling his IQ scrape against the ground. He said helplessly to the others, "In the end, it just means training again. Consider it a return to the furnace! At worst, we'll keep doing Devil Week!"

"Are you going to provide the medicinal ingredients?" Guo Yi rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Although I've been collecting medicinal ingredients all these years, I only have just enough for my own use. There's no extra for you guys!"

"Eh, speaking of which, how much money have I spent? Doggie, calculate my expenses on medicinal ingredients."

"A total of 99,827,688 US dollars!"

After saying that, Doggie suddenly extended its arms and legs, then looked at Guo Yi. "Medicine addict, spendthrift! Medicine addict, spendthrift! Medicine addict, spendthrift!"

Guo Yi's brow twitched. He grabbed Doggie and threw it into the distance. "Get lost!"

"..."

Everyone watched Doggie arc through the air and crash into the distance. Then, it rolled back over with its tail practically wagging.

Guo Yi nonchalantly picked it up again. "One day, I'm definitely going to format you!"

"Don't air the family's dirty laundry! Don't air the family's dirty laundry! Don't air the family's dirty laundry!"

"..."

"Phew..." Guo Yi let out a breath and stopped talking to that idiot Doggie. Rubbing the space between his brows, he said, "Forget it. We'll talk about it when the time comes. First, tell me—do you want to be lab rats?"

"Huh?"

"...Do you want to pilot Gundams, or do you just want to play with exoskeletons and stay ground personnel? With your current physiques, there's definitely no place for you in space!"

"Of course we do!"

"Then why aren't you reporting it?" Guo Yi roared at the Lone Wolf squad in frustration. "Hurry up and submit an application! If you don't take the initiative, what are you waiting for me to do? I'm not your superior! Besides, I've got a whole pile of problems of my own to deal with!"

After roaring at them, Guo Yi left with a dark expression, carrying Doggie in his arms.

"Good luck!" Xiao Zhuang patted Evil Wolf on the shoulder. The others followed suit, each giving him a pat before trailing after Guo Yi.

Watching everyone leave, Evil Wolf gave a helpless bitter smile.

Fine. He was a Second Class Master Sergeant; aside from team leader Geng Jihui, he was the only one who could go make the report.

As for why it had to be him reporting it to higher-ups—

Don't ask. It was a requirement!

After all, this matter concerned them personally. It wasn't purely a technological issue, so only they and He Zhijun could submit the report and application.

Guo Yi only had the private contact information of the two elders. He had no authority to contact He Zhijun, much less the authority to agree on He Zhijun's behalf.

By the way, is anyone even reading my book...

There isn't a single chapter comment. I'm feeling as hollow as a dog...

Can someone just make a sound?