Let's communicate and offer assistance...
Upon hearing this, Taylor's face twitched involuntarily.
These words sounded familiar. He remembered hearing Ning Jihua say the same thing when the monster first appeared, except back then it was about maintaining communication and helping each other.
However, they later "helped" themselves into a quagmire from which they could not extricate themselves.
Taylor's heart pounded with certainty. He knew this old fox across from him was up to no good. He still looked at Zhang Tianyuan expectantly, hoping the young chairman could give him some hints.
However, he was soon disappointed again.
Zhang Tianyuan seemed like a wooden figure, showing no concern whatsoever for the difficulties he mentioned, let alone any intention to interfere.
He knew why.
He remembered that the Mutual Aid Society a rule prohibiting interference in the internal affairs of member states, but in his understanding, such rules were generally just scraps of paper that could be torn up at any time.
Moreover, the current situation is that he has already taken the initiative to open the door and extend an invitation to the Mutual Aid Society.
Why aren't you uploading this?
Taylor said he couldn't understand.
At this moment, Ning Jihua chuckled again, his eyes looking as if he were watching a little rabbit that had fallen into a pit and couldn't climb out.
Let's talk about it.
Taylor looked at Ning Jihua, wanting to say "Don't come any closer," but ultimately lowered her head helplessly...
Zhang Tianyuan had no intention of getting involved in the private meeting between the two men, and the time for the mecha to be completed was almost up.
He shook his head and walked away, taking the elevator to the control room in the air. Located behind the mech's head, it offered a direct view of the shimmering light falling onto the giant axe behind the mech, solidifying into a black, special alloy.
Stepping outside from the control room, you'll find a movable, retractable walkway.
Under normal circumstances, this walkway would connect directly to the mech's cockpit, facilitating access for the pilot and technical team.
Mako Mori and her technical team have quickly installed synesthetic testing equipment here.
Old Pan, covering his nose, explained the plan to Zhang Tianyuan:
"Later, we only need to have the pilots enter the mechs, then activate the equipment on the mechs in batches to create neural compression, and then observe the pilots' brainwave values to clearly calculate the neural computing power required to control each system of the mech..."
Zhang Tianyuan only vaguely understood what he was hearing, grasping just a small part of it.
That is, neural computing power is generally related to willpower and physical fitness. The stronger the willpower and the better the physical fitness, the greater the neural computing power value.
This setting likely evolved on its own within the cinematic universe.
He stroked his chin and asked Old Pan, "What's your neural computing power?"
Old Pan blinked. "11 or 131."
The range of these numbers is quite large.
From the conversation just now, Zhang Tianyuan learned that the average person's neural computing power is only 3 to 5, while that of drivers is generally 8 to 10.
For example, the nine active-duty mech pilots all possess top-tier neural computing power.
10 o'clock.
Even Raleigh, who once piloted a Jaeger solo, only has a normal neural computing power of 10 points. In other words, the other pilots currently in service also have the potential to pilot Jaegers solo.
At this point, Zhang Tianyuan had a guess in his mind. "Does 131 refer to the time when you were piloting the mech in combat alone?"
"Yes," Old Pan chuckled, wiping his nose where traces of blood were still faintly visible. "After that, my neural computing power score broke the record, and no one has been able to break it since."
Zhang Tianyuan pointed to Raleigh, who was preparing, and said, "He couldn't break it either?"
Old Pan shook his head, revealing a weary smile, "Not at all. He's piloting a third-generation mecha, while I'm piloting a first-generation one. The mental strain is on completely different levels."
Before he could finish speaking, the faint light in the control room suddenly disappeared, and the entire base seemed to echo with the sound of steel hitting the ground.
Needless to say, everyone instinctively looked towards Pangu in the very center.
"President, is it... finished?" Mako Mori asked as she approached.
Zhang Tianyuan opened the system panel again and nodded.
"It's finished. We can start preparing for testing."
"Yes!" Mako Mori nodded and bowed, and immediately arranged for the driver to enter the area.
After a brief period of excitement, the scene quickly returned to its previous orderly state, with everyone focused on their work.
As the aerial walkway extended forward and connected to the mech's cockpit, the technical team quickly stepped forward, opened the hatch, and went inside.
Others entered in an orderly fashion.
Zhang Tianyuan and Old Pan were at the very back when they entered and heard the gasps of surprise from the crowd.
The technicians were tapping and stomping around, occasionally opening the mech's circuit board to check the internal wiring.
But no matter how thoroughly they checked, they couldn't find a single mistake.
"This is simply a miracle!"
Even Mako Mori found it hard to believe.
Upon hearing the word "miracle," Zhang Tianyuan was immediately reminded of some unpleasant memories. He promptly told Mako Mori, who was standing next to him, to start the testing process as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if these people continue down the path of "miracles," he's genuinely afraid they'll turn into people like Jack.
Being worshipped like a god makes one feel strangely uncomfortable; there's always a sense that one might ascend to heaven at any moment.
"Yes, sir!" Mako Mori was full of energy. After saluting, she immediately began to arrange the work, having people connect all the instrument wires and get the mecha pilots ready to board.
Zhang Tianyuan and the others retreated to the control room, leaving only the emergency team and the test driver in the cockpit.
At this moment, Ning Jihua and Taylor also ended their private conversation and went to the control room to watch the mecha test.
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense.
Everyone felt immense pressure.
Mako Mori took a deep breath, burying her anxiety, and then began to direct. "First round of testing begins. Initiate the fusion reaction."
"Receive!"
Ding!
A crisp start-up sound rang out at the scene.
The lights in the cockpit of the Pangu came on first, making it look like a giant opening its eyes from the outside. Then, the indicator lights on the mech began to flash one by one.
"The fusion reactor is operating normally, and the mech's power supply is normal..."
The staff stared at the mecha's data and reported a series of normal readings.
Hearing that the reactor was functioning normally, Mako Mori felt much relieved.
The most important part of this mech is its reactor.
"Initiating human-computer connection, preparing to calculate the upper limit of neural computing power."
Under Mako Mori's command, Raleigh, as the first pilot to participate in the test, boarded the central driver's seat of the Pangu with the help of the staff.
From this position, one can gain some external visibility through the mech's transparent eyes.
"Prepare for human-machine interface and upload reactor operation data."
"10"
"9"
Zhang Tianyuan's eyes were fixed on the screen. The instrument readings showed that Raleigh's computing power was fluctuating between 9 and 10, while the utilization rate was all green and the reading was 0.
This means that Raleigh is not currently experiencing any neurological stress from the mech system.
However, this situation will not last long.
As Mako Mori counted down to zero, and the reactor operation feedback data began to rise, the screen reading instantly jumped from a relaxed green to a full-load bright red.
Zhang Tianyuan glanced at the numbers beside him:
This value is already close to the limit.
Moreover, this is only a portion of the reactor's data.
Mako Mori frowned upon seeing the result, but said nothing, simply instructing the others to continue the testing.
The following process is very mechanical; it simply involves activating all the mech's systems and then uploading the generated data separately into the pilot's brain.
When Raleigh couldn't hold on any longer, they would take over and so on. In less than two hours, all nine pilots had given up, and at that time, the Pangu's system testing was less than halfway complete.
Old Pan stood to the side, his brow furrowed in worry.
He's practically an expert on mechs.
But he had never seen a mech that exhausted all nine pilots within two hours.
"The piloting pressure of this mech is probably two levels higher than that of the Crimson Typhoon, at least two levels higher..."
Mako Mori nodded in agreement with her adoptive father's opinion.
She glanced at the numbers she had noted down, did a quick mental calculation, and said, "Based on the current data, even using the latest Drift Technology, we would need at least six people to fully operate the Pangu."
This number exceeded her previous expectations.
The more people who share a synesthetic connection, the more complicated the situation becomes; six people sharing a synesthetic connection might create six lunatics.
"It seems we need to completely overhaul the Pangu's Drift System, and we must develop newer technologies..."
Looking at the readings on the screen and then at the now empty cockpit, Zhang Tianyuan suddenly asked, "Can I experience the feeling of Neural Drift?"