Chapter 94: Chapter 92: Female Assistant’s Dissatisfaction (1/4)
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“Sigh, Lorin seems to have a high position, but he’s so free with his time? He just comes whenever he pleases.”
Lincoln murmured as he walked into his small studio, which he had transformed from his study.
At this point, the small studio had taken shape and, according to Lincoln’s personal preferences, was equipped with advanced machinery, 3D printing, fully automatic mechanical arms, high-precision CNC machine tools, and more.
There were also many hammers, chisels, saws, grindstones… a variety of relatively “primitive” tools.
The walls had also undergone multiple layers of soundproofing treatment.
Basically, as long as he had the necessary materials and Mavis’ assistance, Lincoln could make anything he wanted, whether it was burning a microchip or making a hand string, with just a few tries.
A few days ago, he had re-watched the movie “Assassins’ Alliance” and saw Firefox confront Wesley’s true daddy in a supermarket with a device that could bend a pistol 360 degrees and shoot enemies at any angle.
He suddenly had an idea to replicate such a device in the real world.
With Mavis’ help, he researched from scratch, spent a lot of effort, and finally made a similar device that could achieve about 90% of the effect shown in the movie.
To test its real-world effectiveness, he couldn’t help but make a gun by hand in his workshop.
– With completely realistic and extremely rich data, and having Mavis help control the robotic arm and CNC machine tools to solve precision problems, making a gun at home was not difficult for Lincoln at all, and it came naturally to him.
The only problem was that it was illegal to do so.
Although there were gun licenses in Daxia, only a very small number of people with special professions could get them. Lincoln had originally asked Henry if he could possibly get one.
The answer he got was, “Don’t even dream about it.”
Lincoln secretly made a gun at home just to test the “Handheld Multi-directional Firearm Assist Device Prototype I” – which was just a random name – and after testing it, he melted the gun.
Otherwise, if caught, it would be big trouble.
Unfortunately, the Handheld Multi-directional Firearm Assist Device Prototype I’s test results were very disappointing.
The first issue was its weight, which completely lost the convenience of a pistol.
Carrying a device weighing more than ten pounds and attempting to move, turn, and shoot as effortlessly as in the movie was a pipe dream.
Secondly, shooting accuracy was greatly affected.
Carrying such a heavy and bulky device, relying on a palm-sized display to observe the target, and aiming at enemies outside the intuitive line of sight was basically wishful thinking.
The only purpose it might serve was to provide a higher safety factor during suppression fire while hiding behind cover.
But the problem was – it could only be mounted on a pistol.
Aren’t rifles and submachine guns better options?
So Lincoln realized that trusting movies, even books, too much was not reliable at all.
In the end, the device became a whimsical souvenir and was hung on the wall of his studio by Lincoln.
He never thought about developing and experimenting with a Prototype Il or Ill – he wasn’t that idle.
Returning to his workshop, which was called a studio but was really more of a workshop, Lincoln always followed his usual procedure.
Step one: Enter the virtual world.
Under Mavis’s control, neural signals stimulated specific brain regions to greatly enhance Lincoln’s learning and memory abilities, allowing him to study the relevant technology and knowledge of the ‘focus headband.”
Step two: Learn through practice.
With Mavis’s guidance and participation, Lincoln researched and practiced, moving from easy to difficult tasks, machining and assembling components.
Qualified parts were kept, while unqualified ones were checked, and new ones were made as replacements.
During this process, Lincoln further grasped the technical information.
By the time the first device was completed, Lincoln had pretty much figured out everything about it.
As time was of the essence, Lincoln became fully engrossed in learning the new technology.
Monday, a new day begins with being woken up by the doorbell.
It was already 9 a.m., and Lincoln was still in bed with his head buried, snoring away. Mavis didn’t wake him up and even helped him turn off the alarm on his mobile phone.
Even with Mavis’s help yesterday, he stayed up until 3 a.m. before finally completing a prototype of the focus headband.
However, the good news was that Lincoln found that the focus headband should be compatible with the Mirage Console.
The performance of the Mirage was sufficient; it only needed a few extra ports to be opened and some software adjustments.
The biggest change was the adjustment of the sensor position on the headband and the improvement of its precision.
It wasn’t difficult, and Lincoln felt that he could get it done within a week.
Nonchalantly throwing off the covers, Lincoln yawned as he got out of bed. Still wearing his sleepwear, he rubbed his eyes and dragged his slippers to answer the door.
Lorin was still dressed impeccably in his suit and leather shoes.
This time, he also brought his assistant along, who was currently staring wide-eyed at Lincoln.
As Lorin’s assistant, she clearly knew that Lincoln was a genius in scientific research, having independently developed a Virtual Reality Device, and was an important figure.
But in her heart, wasn’t Lorin’s status just as high?
Lorin had taken this meeting very seriously, even canceling an important meeting and skipping an academician’s report conference, all just to meet with Lincoln.
Shouldn’t this at least warrant some basic respect?
As a result, after pressing the doorbell for a long time, there was no response!
Finally, when the door opened, he came out in his sleepwear, hair disheveled, looking at us as if he hadn’t even wiped the sleep from his eyes?!
Did he really take us for some small patent agents?
The female assistant felt that Lorin had been slighted and was somewhat dissatisfied.
However, as an assistant, she naturally wouldn’t let her displeasure show. That would only cause trouble for her boss, so she stood silently by the side, displaying a professional demeanor focused on getting things done.
Expressing one’s dissatisfaction by showing a bad attitude to others, other than making communication more difficult, would only embarrass the boss, which is what a crazy person would do.
Especially when your boss is all smiles and doesn’t seem to mind at all.
In fact, Lorin didn’t mind; having reached his current position, he had long stopped being overly concerned about such formalities.
Moreover, he knew what kind of person Lincoln was and was sure that Lincoln wasn’t being deliberately difficult, so there must be a reason behind it. “Looking at your dark circles, you didn’t sleep well last night?”
As Lincoln let them in, he greeted Yue Pengju, who was standing at the door.
Yue Pengju nodded and returned to his own room, knowing both people and not having to worry about security.
Lincoln closed the door and returned to his room, walking inside while answering Lorin’s question, “Yeah, I stayed up late researching last night, didn’t fall asleep until 3 a.m.”
Seeing Lincoln rummaging for spare cups, Lorin interrupted, “Don’t bother with the water, let’s get straight to business. I’ve been worrying about you all night and haven’t slept well.”
“Sure! It just so happens that I don’t have anything to drink at home, and I haven’t even boiled water since I got up. Go wait in the workspace for a moment, and I’ll come after washing my face.” Lincoln pointed out the location of the workspace to them.
The female assistant subconsciously closed her eyes for a moment, feeling like she was about to be infuriated.
If her own son dared to treat guests like this, she would have to slap him hard on the forehead..
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