bioinnovel Chapter 72: Developing a holographic emotion simulator, helping the single village chief find a virt
Chapter 72: Developing a holographic emotion simulator, helping the single village chief find a virt
Lin Xian leaned against the hoverboard and heard the village chief Wang Fugui's desolate sigh as he followed the evening breeze.
Although he is usually so lazy that his bones are practically rusting, he is never stingy when it comes to his loyal employees.
This old man spent most of his life toiling in the soil, and later he worked tirelessly to keep countless annoying flies away from the Qingshui Special Zone.
Even when facing those powerful multinational conglomerates, this old village chief dared to stand tall, pick up a broom, and chase people away.
Lin Xian stroked his chin, feeling that giving gold bars or a hovercar wouldn't mean much to a lonely old man of this age.
Since the old man lacks a companion with whom he can share intimate thoughts, then as the ruler of a divine kingdom that controls top-tier technology, why not just give him a wife directly?
Lin Xian turned the holographic skateboard around and slowly descended the light guide stairs to the quantum server room underground in the manor.
The computer room was freezing cold. Ye Xiu was holding a bucket of pickled cabbage noodles and typing furiously on the holographic keyboard, perfecting the external firewall.
Lin Xian walked over and kicked Ye Xiu's gaming chair, which cost tens of thousands of yuan, asking him to retrieve the population archives of Qingshui County.
Ye Xiu didn't even bother to drink his noodle soup. He created a blur with his hands, instantly projecting Wang Fugui's biographical information onto the blue screen in mid-air.
A faded, black-and-white photograph appeared on the screen, showing a young Wang Fugui and a gentle girl with braided hair.
Lin Xian glanced at the photo, bypassed Ye Xiu, and took over the highest level of control over the quantum mainframe with devastating computing power.
He mobilized the massive and frightening computing power of the mainframe and, through the miniature neuron base stations spread throughout the village, silently read the emotional waves in Wang Fugui's deep memories.
All those memories of my spouse's voice, smile, the subtle pauses in her speech, and her unique mannerisms were transformed into a series of shimmering golden data streams.
Tang Wu happened to be passing by with a high-precision testing instrument. As she watched the data reconstructing the model jumping wildly on the screen, she dropped the instrument and smashed the screen.
Is the boss using multi-dimensional computing power at the level of reshaping galaxies to reverse-engineer and replicate the complete soul consciousness model of an ordinary human being?
Zhong Xiaoai pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, frantically calculated in her notebook with a ballpoint pen, and finally realized with despair that it was completely beyond the cognitive boundaries of geophysics.
Lin Xian ignored the two eccentric scientists who were making a fuss, and his slender fingers deftly slid across the control panel as he assembled the device.
A silver metal disc, no bigger than a pocket watch, slowly condensed and took shape under the influence of the nano-reconstruction beam.
The disc's surface is engraved with intricate blue energy circuits, and it is paired with a pair of transparent mechanical exoskeleton gloves as thin as cicada wings.
This is no ordinary civilian projector; it is a top-tier holographic simulator that integrates quantum emotional interaction and neuronal physical feedback.
Lin Xian casually stuffed the two little gadgets into the pocket of his floral shorts, yawned, and walked out of the underground machine room.
Beside the marble guard post on the outskirts of the square, Wang Fugui sat on the threshold, holding his old pipe and staring blankly at the sunset.
Ma Hualong squatted down beside him, holding a thermos filled with goji berries, unsure how to comfort his old friend who was lost in his memories.
Lin Xian strolled over and casually tossed the silver disc and transparent gloves into Wang Fugui's arms.
Wang Fugui hurriedly caught the two high-tech items, then looked up at his boss with a puzzled expression.
"You lazybones, I'm an old man, even if you give me this metal case and rubber gloves, I still won't understand how to handle it. If I break it, I can't afford to pay for it."
Lin Xian pointed to the start button flashing blue light in the middle of the disc, indicating that he should put on his gloves and press it to try.
Wang Fugui put on the transparent gloves with some skepticism, and his rough fingertips gently touched the start button.
The silver disc emitted a soft, pleasant buzzing sound, and a pale blue beam of light shot into the sky, quickly weaving into a human-shaped silhouette in the air.
After the light faded, a young woman wearing a floral shirt and with two braids stood quietly in place.
Her gentle eyes looked at Wang Fugui, revealing an unyielding tenderness, and a shallow dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Wang Fugui's pipe fell with a thud onto the white marble floor tiles, scattering tobacco shreds all over the ground and sparking.
He trembled violently, and tears welled up instantly, streaming down his deeply lined face.
His wife in the photo, having traversed decades of time, stood vividly before him.
Old man, you must be exhausted from working for Boss Lin outside. Sit down and rest, let me massage your shoulders.
The voice emitted by the holographic projection was no longer a cold, mechanical tone, but rather carried the gentle tone most familiar to Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui cried like a wronged child, his hands trembling as he stretched out his exoskeleton gloves.
He expected to touch nothing but empty air, but the neurofeedback module on the glove instantly activated a real physical tactile sensation.
It was a truly warm, tangible touch, and even the rough, abrasive feel of the fabric was perfectly replicated.
The virtual spouse stretched out her illusory hands and gently kneaded Wang Fugui's aching shoulders, patting his back with just the right amount of force.
Through the precise force field transmission of the exoskeleton gloves, Wang Fugui truly felt the warmth and strength of his lover's fingertips.
This miraculous reunion, transcending life and death, brought tears to the eyes of Ma Hualong, who was standing by watching the spectacle. He turned away and secretly wiped away his tears.
In the living room of the floating manor, Xia Anran watched this scene on the surveillance camera and cried until she emptied an entire box of tissues.
Su Qinghan's hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly, the coldness in her eyes completely melted away, and she felt a deep sense of awe for Lin Xian's methods.
The boss, who can casually bestow such extraordinary emotional support upon mortals, hides a heart more tender than anyone else's beneath his nonchalant exterior.
Wang Fugui, holding his virtual wife's hand, knelt down in front of Lin Xian with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly until his forehead turned red.
Idle boy, you are my second parents. From now on, my life will be like a brick in the Qingshui Divine Kingdom, ready to be moved wherever needed!
Lin Xian couldn't stand these sentimental, tearful scenes, so he waved his hand and told him to quickly take his wife for a walk and not get in the way of the city.
Since acquiring this holographic simulator, Wang Fugui has been rejuvenated, walking with a confident and energetic stride.
He worked ten times harder than before doing odd jobs in the special economic zone every day, eagerly taking on tasks like guarding the gate, sweeping the floor, and repairing flowers and plants.
If anyone dares to say a bad word about Lin Xian outside, he can chase them down three blocks with a broom.
As evening fell, the fiery sunset painted the white marble paving stones of the square into a golden tapestry.
Wang Fugui was holding his virtual wife's hand with a happy expression as they strolled leisurely in the square to digest their food, enjoying a long-lost moment of family bliss.
Suddenly, a series of uniform, deep, and powerful heavy engine roars came from the asphalt road outside the gate.
A convoy of twelve custom-made black Rolls-Royce Phantoms, exuding undisguised arrogance, came to a steady stop outside the boundary marker.
These top-of-the-line luxury cars all have license plates with consecutive "leopard" numbers (likely referring to numbers that are very similar to those in the same suit). Any one of them could make the richest man in the provincial capital bow down and give way.
The door of the lead Rolls-Royce was respectfully opened by two bodyguards wearing white gloves.
A haughty girl in a Parisian haute couture evening gown, adorned with a pink diamond ring around her neck, walked down the aisle in stiletto heels.
The girl wore exquisite makeup, held her chin high, and glanced disdainfully at the manor's imposing gate.
She pulled out a black and gold-rimmed bank card with no upper limit, representing boundless wealth, from her limited-edition handbag studded with diamonds.
The girl strode arrogantly to the guard post and casually tossed the black card at Ma Hualong's face, who was drinking tea.