27: Chapter 27 Perfect! Cyber ​​Leg

Li Biao disappeared at the doorway.

Wang Fugui walked over to the wreckage of the "Storm" and stared at the motor on the ground.

He bent down and picked up the motor.

Then he raised it above his head.

Bang!

The motor smashed onto the concrete floor.

The casing shattered, and the coils scattered everywhere.

"Twenty years ahead?"

Wang Fugui stepped on the fragments, his tone ferocious.

"I don't believe in this nonsense."

...

Xingchen Mechanical Workshop

The hum of the hydraulic pump station replaced the hissing of the welding torch.

The friction sound of the conveyor belt running replaced the roar of hammering.

The modular production line swallowed raw materials.

The automatic welding arm spat out sparks, and the frame was quickly formed.

The robotic arm precisely implanted the motor.

The wire harness was connected to the controller by another robotic arm.

The numbers on the electronic counter on the wall jumped steadily.

8

9

30

The thirtieth black "Storm" came off the end of the production line.

"Boss, today's production target achieved."

Chen Yi walked up to Chen Xu.

Thirty new vehicles lined up in a row, occupying half the workshop space.

Thirty units a day, this was just the beginning.

He walked to the corner and opened the broken laptop.

The production line was on track; he finally had time for himself.

He logged into the "Fei City Industrial Alliance" forum.

The arrogant post had not been deleted by the moderator.

"Undertaking all kinds of high-precision, above-national-standard mechanical parts processing and non-standard equipment customization; no charge if the standard is not met!"

It's just that there were dozens of replies under the post.

"The poster has a big mouth, above national standard? Do you even know what the national standard is?"

"Another boaster, confirmed."

"Hilarious, I have the blueprints for an aircraft carrier propeller here, can the poster do it? No money if it doesn't meet the standard, okay?"

Mockery and sarcasm accounted for ninety-nine percent.

Chen Xu didn't care.

He clicked on the private message box.

There was one unread message.

Sender ID: Xiao Yu.

"Hello, Boss."

"I saw your post on the forum. I know my request might be presumptuous, or perhaps whimsical."

"I am a video blogger, and also a... disabled person."

"Three years ago, in an accident, I lost my left leg."

"I am not willing to rely on heavy, traditional prosthetics for the rest of my life."

"For the past two years, I have been self-studying mechanical design and ergonomics."

"I want to design a truly useful powered prosthetic for myself."

"The main structure and power unit are already finished, but I have encountered unsolvable problems with the most critical parts: the socket and the alignment connection components."

"I've looked for over a dozen machine shops, and none of them can meet the precision required by my blueprints. The parts they made either had too much clearance, leading to gait imbalance and skin abrasion, or the tolerances were too small to be assembled at all."

"Your post is my last hope."

"Attached below are my design blueprints. If you can make them, please give me a quote. If you can't, please tell me as well, so I can give up completely."

At the end of the private message, a compressed file was attached.

Chen Xu downloaded it.

He unzipped it.

Dozens of CAD blueprints with complex structures and dense annotations filled the screen.

Connecting rings, locking pins, angle adjusters...

The dimensions of every part were marked to the micron level.

0.001 millimeters.

This already exceeded the scope of most civilian mechanical processing.

These were precision requirements for manufacturing precision instruments, or even military products.

No wonder no one could do it.

Chen Xu's fingertips slid over the touchpad, looking through the drawings.

This was a genius design.

Xiao Yu used an alternative structure to solve the problem of uneven force distribution and energy transmission loss in powered prosthetics during movement.

As long as these parts could be manufactured—

This would no longer be a simple prosthetic.

It would be a true cyber leg that could run, jump, and move as flexibly as a normal person.

Chen Xu closed the blueprints.

He stood up.

"Chen Er, come here."

Chen Er walked to the computer.

"Make these parts."

Chen Xu pointed at the screen.

Chen Er's gaze fell on the blueprints.

Three minutes later, Chen Er finished reading all the blueprints.

"Understood."

He turned and walked towards the machine tool that had been tuned by Chen Yi.

Chen Er fixed a square block of titanium alloy onto the machine tool.

His fingers tapped on the control panel.

He didn't import the blueprints.

All processing data and processes were already imprinted in his mind.

The machine tool started.

Coolant sprayed out, pouring onto the high-speed rotating cutter head, rising in a white mist.

The tool descended.

The sharp sound of metal cutting rang out in the workshop.

Chen Xu was at the computer and replied to Xiao Yu with a private message.

"Send me the receiving address."

He stared at the "Sent successfully" prompt box.

This was not just an order.

This was the first step for Xingchen Machinery to enter the field of high-precision custom processing.

Electric vehicles were just the beginning.

The real battlefield was in the broader field of industrial manufacturing.

...

A coastal city far from Fei City.

In a room filled with parts and tools.

A young man in his twenties sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly at the computer screen.

He had delicate features.

But his left pant leg was empty.

Xiao Yu refreshed the "Fei City Industrial Alliance" page over and over again.

It had been two days.

The boss of "Xingchen Machinery" had asked for the address and then there was no more news.

No quote.

And no word on whether it could be done.

Was he just like those dozen factories before?

Did he think I was crazy and just blocked me?

Xiao Yu's heart sank bit by bit.

He prepared to close the webpage.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang.

He operated the wheelchair to go open the door.

A courier stood at the door.

"Hello, a package for Mr. Xiao Yu."

After signing for it, Xiao Yu closed the door.

He looked at the courier box in his hand.

It wasn't big, but it was heavy.

Sender address: Fei City.

Sender: Xingchen Machinery.

He tore open the express box.

Inside were a few parts wrapped in thick foam cotton.

He took out the largest one—the ring-shaped socket connector.

The surface of the part was as smooth as a mirror.

The chamfering on the edges was processed flawlessly.

Xiao Yu took out a vernier caliper to measure the inner diameter.

The number displayed on the screen was exactly the same as the value designed on his blueprint.

His hands trembled.

Over the past two years, he had looked for sixteen machine shops.

The parts he received were either a little too big or a little too small.

This error was negligible for ordinary machinery.

But for a prosthetic connector that needed to be in direct contact with the human body, bear the weight of the whole body, and achieve precise movement control, it was fatal.

And now he took out the half-assembled powered prosthetic.

He aligned the connector with the interface on the prosthetic body.

He pushed it in gently.

Silky, smooth, without resistance.

It was a feeling that could not be described in words.

When the buckle of the connector completely overlapped with the groove of the body interface.

"Click."

With a soft sound, it was a perfect fit.

Xiao Yu was stunned.

He reached out and shook the newly connected part hard; it didn't move at all.

This was the perfect connection he had dreamed of!

He unwrapped all the remaining parts in the courier box.

One by one, he assembled them onto the prosthetic.

Click.

Click.

Every crisp locking sound was like the most beautiful music.

Half an hour later.

A cyber leg shimmering with metallic luster appeared completely before him.

Xiao Yu stared at it.

He held onto the wall, using his only right leg to support his body and stand up.

Then he fastened the cyber leg onto his left residual limb.

He stood up straight.

Xiao Yu looked down at the leg that belonged to him.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Two years.

Two years of self-study.

Two years of design.

Two years of failure.

Everyone said he was delusional.

Every factory said it couldn't be done.

But now—

He clenched his fists.

He turned on the camera.

He aimed it at the cyber leg.

He started recording.