The Cyborg Activation Procedure

Near a pre-World War II city, on an airship, in a soldier drop pod—

"Hey, Baozi, hey, I've arrived at the place you mentioned. Reporting coordinates: East 3rd District, coordinates 1141·3134·9242."

"Great, I've airdropped it."

"Wait, I haven't finished my fried dough sticks yet."

Before the words were finished, with a "whoosh," the hatch button on the control panel opened, and the four "airdrop pods" were emptied. The next moment, four "refrigerator"-shaped projection pods shot out from the belly of the nuclear-powered yacht, piercing through the clouds and creating a sonic boom, and fell to the ground at a rapid speed.

"Keep up the good work. These days, ancient ruins are hard to find. I spent a lot of money to get the coordinates of this 'Atomic City'."

"You idiot, Baozi!"

!

When the "airdrop pod" was about 3km above the ground, the stress response was automatically activated. Numerous vents appeared on the surface of the airdrop pod, and it began to spray steam. At the same time, the parachute opened, and under the combined effect of the two, it began to fly towards the agreed location.

However, only three airdrop pods were effective. The remaining one, launched like a missile and hurtling forward at breakneck speed, resolutely crashed into the sea.

In the communication channel—

"Hmm?"

"Holy crap, the fridge's cold?"

"He didn't trigger the landing procedure?"

"What's going on with the Baozi?"

"That's impossible. My airdrop pod is used exclusively by special forces of large military groups. The probability of failure is 0.041%. It's impossible for something to go wrong."

Baozi asked doubtfully, "Could it be that the hacker didn't completely break into the program back then?"

"Damn, I thought it was an authentic product, but I didn't expect you to buy a pirated one, Baozi!"

"Nonsense, the original is so expensive! You only lost your life, but I lost money!"

"Cha, you capitalist, Baozi, I'll hang you one of these days!"

"Hang me! Believe me or not, I'll press the self-destruct button on the 'airdrop pod' right now."

"Damn it, this thing can actually self-destruct!"

Completely lacking any sense of employer and employee, the two started hurling insults at each other until the airdrop pod landed smoothly and the hatch opened, finally ending this elegant conversation.

With a "whoosh," accompanied by the sound of an air pump, the two load-bearing doors slowly lifted, revealing two fully armed cybernetic warriors facing each other. One of them, "I Am Big Muscle Man," had a face full of an unidentified white liquid.

"That's so exciting?" the righteous security guard exclaimed in surprise, and promptly kept a certain distance.

"Screw this stimulation! This is the soy milk I just drank!" I'm a muscle-bound tyrant, wiping my face in exasperation and throwing away the half-eaten fried dough stick.

"The refrigerator is broken, where's the cook?"

The two looked at the last airdrop pod together, and the muscular man extended his metal finger and knocked on the door.

"Is the cook dead?"

The door slowly opened, revealing another heavily cybernetically enhanced warrior. As soon as he appeared, he asked in bewilderment, "My exoskeleton seemed to be talking to me just now, did you hear it?"

The other two exchanged a glance.

"Combat exoskeleton, and you're still talking? You must be hallucinating. Do you even have the money to buy a combat program?"

Just then, Baozi's usual lewd laughter came from above.

"Men, dig the grave properly. I'll come back for you after the seventh day memorial. Remember, you must find the legendary prosthetic body activation program. If you find it, the benefits will be enormous!"

His response was three middle fingers pointing upwards.

After a short rest, the three players—the righteous security steward, I am a muscle tycoon, and the rock 'n' roll chef—headed towards the Atomic City of the civilized era, their purpose being to 'dig up graves'.

Any relic from a civilized era has great value, and Baozi somehow found out that there is a very special "prosthetic activation program" in this relic. Any prosthetic implanted with this program will have its efficiency increased by 20% to 30%. As a prosthetic doctor, he was naturally itching to get started and immediately called on his friends to start making trouble.

"Wait a minute," the security guard suddenly called out to the two halfway through their journey. A small green dot on the bulletproof helmet began to automatically align itself. Once the alignment was complete, the tactical prosthetic arm lifted up, and with a "thud," a small black dot in the sky fell to the ground.

"Drones from the Civilization Era, Level 18 Common Monsters."

Today's security guards no longer wear the basic three-piece suit of cybernetic security guards, but rather a set of advanced Tier 1 cybernetic suits produced on an assembly line. They are all custom-made and have an automation rate of 70%.

"A drone? With an operator?" I, Big Muscle, asked curiously.

"I don't understand. Baozi said we weren't the first to come to this grave. Maybe the grave robbers before us accidentally disturbed something."

The rock 'n' roll chef stared at the dilapidated concrete wall for a while, then suddenly said, "I smell war, and the smell of gasoline roasting chips."

The other two did not doubt the other's judgment. After all, as a level 24 cybernetic knight, he was a genuine member of the military faction, a scavenger-type profession, and had too many battlefield skills.

But this rock 'n' roll chef is a bit eccentric; he's not a proper combatant, but a logistics cook, or what's known as a kitchen helper.

What's even more bizarre is that the people he serves are robots.

He's a professional at cooking for robots.

"Let's go, let's find what the capitalists want as soon as possible, and while we're at it, let's loot the graves and see if there's anything good in them."

Strange electronic sounds rang out from where the drone wreckage had fallen.

"An outsider, yet another outsider."

Become one of us.

No, it's about becoming one of us.

"All for a great ideal!"

Meanwhile, the senior engineer was riding in Mas's nuclear-powered helicopter, passing through layers of radiation clouds, heading to one of Mas's mobile bases.

"Mr. Gao, the radiation level in the clouds is too high. You can choose a radiation needle or a radiation protective suit."

The robot's hand emerged, revealing a green syringe and a button.

The senior engineer shook his head and looked out the window. Under the thick clouds, black, red, blue, and white lights flashed alternately. In addition to the lights, there was also thunder similar to the sound of exploding ammunition.

Within these radiation clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the radiation intensity is terrifying, even reaching the strength of an S-class radiation field when passing through some clouds and fog.

Throughout this process, the senior engineer's expression remained calm. Only on his exposed skin, bright red veins would occasionally bulge. Under the influence of these veins, he seemed to become a black hole, absorbing all the radiation energy permeating the cabin without leaking out at all.

"Your bio-implantation is excellent; you are truly worthy of being a senior leader at the Dugo Group."

After offering a compliment, the robot suddenly changed its tone, "So, would you mind if I became one of you?"

"Kindness?"

"Look at me. As an advanced solid-state robot, I can help you regulate the temperature, save energy, and reduce noise. In addition, I can also renovate your house, make furniture, make coffee, play mahjong, and even have 121 special sleeping positions. As long as you allow me, I will connect to your skeletal system now and complete the implant."

As the robot spoke, the wires on its exterior trembled violently, as if in a frenzy.

"If needed, I can also install various entertainment modules to meet your other needs."

"..."

The senior engineer was silent for a moment, then said, "Is your company this competitive now? Even service robots have KPI requirements?"

"It must have been some unruly employee who secretly implanted the modification program. I'll teach him a lesson."

Accompanied by a helpless female voice, the chair in front of the senior engineer automatically flipped up a screen. The screen lit up, revealing a beautiful cat-girl figure. She had dark skin, a cat-girl body, a curvaceous figure, and wore a suit, giving her an inexplicable Egyptian feel.

"But I didn't expect that President Du would send you over."

"... A big orange?"

The cat-girl beauty rolled her eyes dramatically. "We've known each other for ages, and you can't even remember my name?"

"It's not that I can't remember, it's that I don't know at all," the senior engineer said modestly.

"..." Cat Girl Beauty choked for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, let me formally introduce myself. I am Miao Miaomiao, the sales manager of Mas Edge."

"This name doesn't even have the dignity of 'Big Orange'."

The senior engineer inwardly scoffed, but outwardly smiled and said, "Well then, old friend, are you happy to see me again?"

"That depends on what you brought. Okay, we can talk about formalities when we meet. You can get off the plane now."

As if sensing something, the senior engineer looked out the window and saw that the view suddenly opened up. The radiation clouds seemed to have been dispersed by an invisible energy, and what appeared before him was an orbital spaceship, also known as a sky carrier. However, the huge energy shield covering nearly 500 meters showed that this spacecraft was different from others.

As we all know, the radiation layer of the planet Machine Rift is no less than that of some low-risk cosmic environments, and it is incredible that this aircraft carrier can maintain a stable operating posture even in such an environment.

This is a second-order spaceship, but it is a spaceship testing third-order interstellar travel technology.

As the aircraft entered the tarmac, the metal gate slowly opened, and the senior engineer finally saw his old acquaintances again.

"Are you happy to see me?" The catgirl stared at someone through her emerald-like pupils, tilting her head as she asked.