Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 30 Prosthetic Body Adjustment
Inside the workshop, cold artificial light fell evenly, illuminating Mann's bronze skin with crystal clarity the crisscrossing scars and metal implants.

He lay on the specially modified medical chair, his body subconsciously tensing slightly.

Despite his complete trust in Chen Yu's technical abilities, entrusting the highest control of his prosthetic system to a mysterious, heavily modified tech lone wolf still instilled in him an instinctive wariness stemming from his street survival experience.

Several slender and precise mechanical tentacles steadily emerged from under Chen Yu's sleeves. Their tips integrated various high-precision sensor probes and fine-tuning tools, flashing with cold light of different functions, like a group of metal snakes controlled by precise programming, hovering above Mann's body with exposed interfaces.

“Relax, Mann. You’re too tense; the noise from your muscles is interfering with the interface readings.”

Chen Yu's synthesized tone remained steady as he subtly adjusted the focus of his crimson optical lens, meticulously scanning the data ports on the back of Mann's neck and spine.

"Oh my god Messiah, look at your 'outfit'. It's like a bunch of drunk technicians who cobbled together a junk of parts from different eras, brands, and that don't match at all, and they've never done any proper firmware matching or systematic tuning."

He paused, his tone clearly critical: "Oh my god, Messiah! This is the most direct blasphemy against 'Machine Soul'! Every implant, regardless of size, has its own inherent harmony and logic."

Forcibly stuffing them in without power, calibration, or consideration for overall coordination is like forcibly locking a group of wild beasts that don't know each other into a cage; they will only tear each other apart and fight to the death.

It's a miracle that this thing of yours can even run, but its efficiency is pitifully low, internal conflicts are rampant, and it might just break down completely at any moment, giving you a 'surprise' of unbearable pain.

When Mann and the others heard the words "Ohm TMD Messiah" and "Machine Soul," a barely perceptible look of confusion crossed their faces.

They exchanged glances, but neither of them asked a question.

In this bizarre and wonderful world, which top technician doesn't have some quirks and strange beliefs?
They simply assumed it was some strange belief or terminology of Chen Yu's.

One of the thinnest tentacles precisely and gently connected to the main nerve interface above Mann's spine, while the other simultaneously connected to the energy relay port in the subcutaneous armor layer under his ribs.

“Alright, let’s begin the full diagnosis. Clear your mind, don’t overthink it. Old buddy,” he turned to the servo skull beside him, “to monitor all his vital signs and neural electrical fluctuations simultaneously. I need to see the most accurate data.”

"Command confirmation."

Blue light flickers steadily in the eye sockets of the suspended servo skull, projecting real-time data streams of Mann's cardiopulmonary function, hormone levels, and neural load onto a large screen on one side, forming continuously scrolling charts and readings.

Within Chen Yu's internal viewpoint, a massive torrent of data from Mann's body began to surge forth.

Its powerful data processing core acts like an invisible, precise sieve, instantly capturing, separating, and analyzing every piece of information.

The prosthetic bodies within MAN, originating from different eras and design philosophies of military technology, Zeta Technology, and other niche manufacturers, were individually marked, amplified, and subjected to penetrating analysis regarding their operational status, energy cycle efficiency, signal protocol conflicts, and even micron-level mechanical performance degradation.

What Chen Yu demonstrated was not simply fault detection, but a thorough understanding of the essence of the operation of the entire complex system, which goes deep into the quantum-level instruction set.

"Military technology 'Bastion-2' subcutaneous armor was detected. Its algorithm version is outdated and its strategy is conservative, unnecessarily maintaining 15 percent of the base load even in non-combat states, resulting in a significant reduction in energy efficiency."

“I need to bypass the redundant code from the original manufacturer and directly reconstruct the underlying protocol, writing a new dynamic context-aware adjustment algorithm. After optimization, energy consumption is expected to be reduced by more than 20%, and peak output performance will be smoother.” “In addition, there is a significant problem here: Zeta Technologies’ ‘Titan’ class skeletal reinforcement framework lacks effective coordination with the buffer layer of the ‘Bastion’ armor, resulting in resonant frequency conflicts that are causing systemic internal friction and exacerbating wear.”

"The damping parameters of the buffer layer must be recalculated and adjusted to achieve frequency harmony between the two and avoid internal interference. Optimization will not only improve the durability of the components but also significantly enhance the synergy of the overall power output."

“Oh my god Messiah, and you 'Krenzikov' neural accelerator…”

One of Chen Yu's tentacles paused very slightly, and the sensor readings spiked.

"The neural accelerator is a five-year-old model. More importantly, the non-standard data cable you are using is seriously non-compliant with specifications—the signal delay and attenuation values ​​far exceed the allowable range, causing a serious performance mismatch between high-end components and low-specification cables, which greatly limits the potential of the unit."

"I will try to bypass the inherent limitations of the original interface, directly optimize your bioelectric signal transmission path, and load a set of custom firmware that I wrote myself. To be clear, due to the limitations of the existing hardware specifications, I cannot completely change its physical basis, but I expect to still improve the effective response speed and system stability to a usable and practical level."

Mann closed his eyes tightly, feeling the subtle yet deep buzzing, the localized heat exchange, and the occasional extremely brief sharp pain emanating from his body.

It felt as if countless nanometer-level precision instruments were silently working at the junction of his flesh and metal.

He could clearly sense that some of the stiffness and dull pain that he had long been accustomed to, or even considered part of his body, were rapidly fading away, and an unprecedented, seamless sense of fluidity and surging power began to emerge from the core of his body.

Dorio, Falco, Rebecca, Pila, and Sasha all watched intently from the surrounding area.

They could not only see Mann's furrowed brows gradually relax, but they could even faintly hear the changes in the sounds made by the prosthetics inside him as they operated—from the previous slightly frictional and noisy operation to a smoother, deeper, and more powerful sound.

Approximately thirty-seven minutes later, Chen Yu's mechanical tentacles retracted methodically in sequence, and all the tool heads were automatically cleaned and reset.

"The first phase of system optimization is complete. Overall operating efficiency has increased by about 35%, standby power consumption has decreased by 18 percentage points, and the core neural network load has returned to a safe range. Come on, get up and move around, and see how it feels."

Mann sat up from the medical chair, first slowly moving his limbs and joints as if carefully feeling the difference, then suddenly made several incredibly swift blocking and straight punch thrusts.

His movements were incredibly fluid, swift, and precise, making the sound of the wind he created even sharper and shorter.

His face was instantly filled with an unbelievable surprise.

"My God... this feeling... it's like being reassembled! No, it's worse than that! It's like never having these arms and legs again!"

He clenched his fist tightly, feeling the coordinated, surging, and effortless power within his body.

"I used to feel like something was 'straining' me, but now... everything goes so smoothly!"

Chen Yu nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with the result, and then turned his optical lens to the other members of the team: "Next."

(End of this chapter)