Watching Kira and Cagalli being all lovey-dovey, a Dawn Company executive could not help frowning as he asked, "This is the special talent you recommended to us? A child who is still in school?"
"What, do you look down on children? You must know that in the ZAFT Army, many sixteen-year-old boys had already put on the red uniforms that symbolized the elite, or earned doctoral titles from research institutes. In the fields of natural science and technological research, age had never been an obstacle. Especially not for the rare genius among Coordinators," Allen replied meaningfully.
Behind him, the two machines unloaded from the Archangel had already been stripped of their outer shells and armor, exposing their precise and complicated internal structures.
Dozens of top engineers from various fields were examining every detail, especially Allen's machine with its neural network interface.
Without a doubt, this technology was a little too advanced for both Dawn Company and Orb, so advanced that it somewhat exceeded the limits of their understanding.
The intricate neural conversion device in particular was packed with tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, of "threads" so fine they were completely invisible to the naked eye.
It was precisely these "threads" that transmitted neural signals with precision, allowing the massive machines weighing dozens of tons to react swiftly.
Even the expert who specialized in human-machine neural transmission could not imagine what kind of machine could accomplish such an unbelievable undertaking.
Of course, he knew even less that those "threads" had not been made using any machine at all. Allen had pulled them out one by one by hand.
Otherwise, he probably would have dropped dead on the spot.
"No! What I mean is... are you sure Strike's software was modified by him before it became like this?" Strong suspicion