Yes, the "Future Warrior" was still awake.
He was not only struggling but also making a stream of sounds that were completely incomprehensible.
If he had been a normal humanoid creature, Lu Shiba would have had countless ways to knock him out. The simplest would have been a good whack to the back of his head.
Unfortunately, almost his entire body was made of metal, apart from the mass of carbon-based matter inside his metal skull.
Under these circumstances, there was no way to knock him unconscious without sticking something into his skull and stirring it around.
Still, whether this fellow was unconscious made no difference to Shen Bing. It was like catching an ant—would you care whether it was awake or unconscious?
Lu Shiba roughly slammed the "Future Warrior" onto the bed. Fortunately, the bed was sturdy, or that single impact would have finished it off.
The instant the "Future Warrior" landed on the bed, numerous metal restraints sprang out from both sides and pinned him down firmly.
The "Future Warrior" was still roaring, but unfortunately, nobody paid any attention to what he was saying.
Something resembling a helmet from a science-fiction world was fitted over his head, and a holographic image began flickering above his brain.
Patterns danced across it like an electrocardiogram, only a hundred times more complicated.
They were all displayed as 3D images, and most people would have been unable to make any sense of them.
Bunier, however, knew that this was because the frequency of the "Future Warrior's" brainwaves was in an entirely different range from those of humans. The consciousness-reading and writing device could therefore only read the detailed fluctuations, rather than automatically translating them into images or text.
Now it was time to put Bunier's expertise to the test. He needed to