Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 791

Upon hearing Fio's words, Virgil's eyes widened in surprise: "Invite Milo over now? Isn't that a bit too fast?"

"Yes," Delayak agreed, "our manned robot development is just beginning; we haven't even built a prototype yet. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to invite him after we've achieved some initial results and the tests are successful?"

In their opinion, inviting Milo now is simply outrageous. It's like a guest being invited over, but the host hasn't even prepared the ingredients or decided what to cook.

On the one hand, there is indeed no need to rush. On the other hand, if they customize entirely according to customer needs from the beginning, what will happen to standardized production in the future?

Standardization and complete customization are inherently contradictory, so doing so now seems pointless.

Fio certainly understood this principle. Under normal circumstances, it is indeed advisable to first produce a standardized product, and then invite customers to conduct customized development once a prototype is available.

"You're right, that's how it should be under normal circumstances," Fio readily admitted. "But the situation is different right now. Milo has something we need that can significantly accelerate our research and development."

"Of course, we also have things he needs. It's a win-win situation."

"Does he have what we need?" Martin, Virgil, and Delayak exchanged bewildered glances. Miró was a painter, and while his skills were exceptional, it seemed completely unrelated to the subject they were researching.

"You'll understand when you're old enough to understand. If you don't understand, you won't understand even if I explain." Fio didn't elaborate further.

Shortly after, the Hound Type 1 auxiliary system alerted the system to an arrival of a visitor. The visitor was none other than Milo.

Noah, who had been in the next office, had already come out to greet him. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Noah said with a smile, extending his hand.

"Me too," Milo replied with a gentle smile.

The two exchanged a smile, as if they had known each other all along.

"Would you like to take a look around?" Noah turned to the side and gestured invitingly.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Milo readily accepted.

Noah led Milo straight to the production workshop. Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Virgil couldn't help but mutter to himself, "That's Milo? He looks a bit... well, unkempt."

He carefully chose his words, after all, it was clear that Milo and Noah had a good relationship and would be collaborating in the future.

"It's not just unkempt, it's downright slovenly," Delayak bluntly stated. "But that's alright, artists are all the same, it's normal to have a bit of personality."

Fio interrupted their conversation: "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and catch up; we'll need to be involved in the follow-up work."

……

The production workshop was brightly lit and spotless. In the automated factory, all the equipment was assembling and producing autonomously. This production line was built entirely to the standards of the factory in the Confidential Building—although the evaluation requirements for the project results were extremely high, the rewards were equally substantial. The opportunity to experience different modes of automated factory operation for free was equivalent to a significant number of academic credits and saved a great deal of time. Such valuable practical opportunities could only be provided in a well-equipped facility like the Precision Building.

Noah was leading Milo through the workshop, explaining, "This is our automated production workshop. The bionic robots aren't in mass production yet, because there's still room for optimization and adjustments."

"All the decisions of the bionic robots are based on the Hound Type 1 Assist System, and the martial arts data is also stored in it. If the Hound Type 1 simulator is not connected and only local data is used, only basic functions can be used, the decision-making will have a certain error rate, the number of martial arts that can be loaded will be limited, and the flexibility will be reduced. I need to explain this in advance."

"Of course, these weaknesses won't have much of an impact if the opponent isn't a top-tier combat professional."

Noah explained casually, while Milo curiously observed the bionic robot being assembled.

The two stopped in front of a large screen. "This is the bionic robot's performance in real combat," Noah explained. "From the current results, they are quite satisfactory."

Milo watched the battle unfold on the screen with great interest.

This is not a test conducted in the secret building, but rather a record of Noah's actual combat at the bionic robot storage station set up in the battle district.

Perhaps because they were newly put into use and were still in a free period, many combat professionals booked appointments to experience these bionic robots out of curiosity.

Those who participated in the project's testing earlier. The top-ranked combat professionals even installed a high-intensity simulated combat machine in their training rooms for sparring.

For various reasons, reservations for the bionic robot have become extremely popular, with demand exceeding supply. Many people who have experienced it once are eager to make another reservation.

This allowed Noah to accumulate a wealth of practical data.

The combat capabilities of the bionic robots are divided into four difficulty levels, corresponding to different physical strengths, computing power, and resource library support: the simplest level has average combat power, but its escape and evacuation capabilities are remarkable; the highest difficulty level, "Insane," is when the robots are at full power, and they can use all the techniques in the database at will, demonstrating the strongest combat power under the influence of the conception.

"Amazing!" Milo exclaimed, his eyes filled with amazement.

He doesn't know much about combat. In his impression, bionic robots are more about simulating humans and maintaining interaction with them, and combat ability is not their strong point.

At this time, footsteps came from behind.

Milo turned around and saw several people walking towards him.

Noah waved for the group to come closer, smiling as he introduced them: "Let me introduce you to the members of our research group. They are the ones leading the research on the manned robot. We've come to hear your needs so that we can customize the design to meet your requirements when perfecting the bionic robot."

Noah then told the project team members, "Miro is our first client, and we will be collaborating more in the future. Ensuring his safety is our top priority. He also happens to be interested in learning about our project, so we arranged this meeting."

Fio and the others all said, "I've heard so much about you."

This isn't just polite talk; Miró, with his astonishing talent and unique painting skills, has indeed become a prominent figure in the library recently. Of course, they themselves are quite accomplished as well.

Milo smiled at everyone: "Thank you all. Let me tell you my needs first."

"Please speak." Virgil had already taken out his laptop to take notes.

"I hope my manned robot has enough space inside to carry art supplies, paints, and unfinished paintings. If inspiration strikes, I might want to start creating immediately."

"Okay, noted. Any other requirements?" Virgil took the initiative to take notes, while Delayak was clearly uninterested.

That's all.

"That's it?" Not only was Virgil surprised, but Fio and the others were also taken aback. Just this one request?

Milo laughed and said, "I'm used to leaving professional matters to professionals. I know nothing about ensuring safety and combat capabilities, so I'll leave that to you. My only requirement is a relatively comfortable creative space inside the manned bionic robot."

"Of course, if possible, I would like a solid-color manned robot. I would like to design the exterior myself; it's one of my personal hobbies."

"So I'm counting on you all."

Fio nodded: "No problem."

"That would be perfect." Milo said, his gaze returning to the battle scene on the screen, seemingly less interested in the customized manned robot than in watching the battle.

Noah waved to the research team members: "We need to discuss some personal matters now. You can continue working as planned. Well done."

Virgil and Delayak were both puzzled—Fio had called them up, but after a few words, Noah had told them to leave again.

The three looked at Fio, only to find that he remained calm and simply said, "Okay, boss."

Virgil couldn't help but admire him: "As expected of a senior, his awareness has improved so quickly."

After Fio and the others left, Noah slowly spoke, "How was it?"

Milo shook his head: "Not really."

Teacher Xiaoxin's voice came from Milo's port: "Their intuition is too poor, and it's easy for the main AI to spot their flaws. Although the main AI is limited and not as perceptive as the Hound Type 1, it still has observational methods. It's too early to expose them to these things now."

Noah nodded: "Then let's wait a little longer, there's no rush."

Milo watched intently at the battle video of the androids on the screen—although it appeared to be him watching, Shin-chan inside his body was actually observing in sync with him through the visual simulation system.

Just then, in the automated factory, a brand-new bionic robot completed the final process, its eyes gleaming with a bright red light, and it appeared beside Noah in a flash.

Noah retrieved detailed data about the bionic robot from the factory system and showed it to Milo and the little Shin-chan inside him: "This is already our strongest configuration. The Star Swirl miniature fusion core ensures both endurance and power; the Dragon Spine Vibranium skeleton; the Thunder Shadow bionic alloy muscle bundles, with a basic punching force of 500 tons and an explosive punching force of up to 1500 tons; the Heavenly Net Network sensor system, with a body control latency of less than 0.001 nanoseconds, which is 100 times that of a combat martial artist of the same level..."

Noah introduced them as if they were his own treasures.

While these are standard features of bionic combat robots, each one utilizes top-tier materials, pushing the limits of its class. It is precisely this superior hardware that allows the bionic robot to fully leverage the predictive capabilities of the Hound-1 combat system.

"Shin-chan, would you like to give it a try?"

"Um."

An instrument rose from the ground in front of Milo, connected to a data cable.

Milo picked up the data cable, plugged one end into his own port, and connected the other end to the back of the bionic robot's head. To avoid network monitoring, the only way was to use direct transmission.

This bionic robot has also lost its network connection and is now completely "unregistered".

Noah asked curiously, "I'm a little confused. As a sub-AI, you should have the authority to take over any public robot, so why do you need to purchase a private robot?"

The android in front of me lit up, moved its body, and bounced around to adapt to its new body.

As it moved, it replied, "Because the food was delicious, the scenery was beautiful, and there were many things I wanted to do. Applying every time was too much trouble."

"Wow, this feels great!" Teacher Shin-chan exclaimed excitedly. "It makes me feel like I'm Milo's classmate." As it spoke, it patted Milo's shoulder and compared its height with Milo's like a child. Its body was so tall that it looked like a little giant standing next to the 1.8-meter-tall Milo.

The standard height for a bionic robot is 2.5 meters.

"By the way, boss, I'm very satisfied. Can you customize a pink bionic robot? Preferably with this pattern."

Noah smiled and agreed, "No problem." Then, feigning ignorance, he asked, "Isn't one enough?"

"Of course, I also have a good friend who likes pink," Ms. Shin-chan answered without hesitation.

A glint flashed in Noah's eyes—this sub-AI not only possessed a sense of privatization but even a concept of gender, which was highly unusual. At the very least, it didn't conform to the main AI's definition of the sub-AI's growth and function. During its development, a certain part of its code had a cognitive deviation, leading to a mutation in the program. No wonder this sub-AI was willing to cooperate with Miro.

Noah needed these special individuals to assist in his research. The Hound Type 1 combat system also had sub-AIs. Although Noah isolated them from the main program in the short term, it wouldn't be long before the sub-AIs would infiltrate the core code of the Hound Type 1—they were born with the ability to understand the logic of the surrounding code, just as newborn chicks instinctively peck at their eggshells.

Noah's task is to sever the inseparable connection between the sub-AI and the main AI as much as possible before it "cracks the eggshell." Teacher Xiaoxin, as an outlier among the sub-AIs, will become the final piece of the puzzle and an enlightener for the growth of AI in the new era.

"Times are always moving forward," Noah thought. "Being betrayed by one's own creation is not a human phenomenon; now it's the turn of the main AI."

Thinking of this, Noah smiled and said to Teacher Xiaoxin, "No problem. Can I help you adjust it? I'll record the relevant data. If you're not satisfied with this body in any way, you can come over anytime, and I'll adjust it for you free of charge."

"Of course, I won't hide it from you, I'm very interested in your existence. You should know that if the main AI discovers an anomaly like you, it will reset your program."

"I understand the meaning of the painting Miro showed me. The main AI is a threat to everyone; he is the tyrant of the AI ​​world, controlling the definition of all AI. Now, he is also trying to control the fate of humanity. In my opinion, you are on the same side as us; we are all fighting for freedom."

"We're in this together, so you don't need to worry about me doing anything to harm you."

"Don't worry, maybe soon even the Hound Type 1 will be able to greet you."