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35 、 Design
When Tang Yu woke up from his coma, he found that it was already late. He was still in the house he and Sala had found before. He got up from the bed and found that his body was completely fine. When he looked up again, he found that Sala was standing vigilantly at the head of the bed with a gun in her hand, and Cameron was standing on the other side.
"You're awake?" Seeing that Tang Yu had woken up, the two asked in unison. Then Sala glared at Cameron.
"I've been in a coma until now?" Tang Yu asked.
"You've been in a coma for a total of 8 hours, 25 minutes, and 43 seconds. Before you came back, your mother still went to buy some necessities," Cameron said, pointing to a pile of groceries in the living room.
Sala sneered and said, "Ah, this Terminator still has some strength. But do you think you can gain our trust with just this? "
"I don't need trust. I just need to protect John Connor," Cameron said, tilting his head.
"You … John, we have to stay away from her!" Sala was choked and turned to say to Tang Yu.
Tang Yu sighed. Just now, when he tried to use his ability to enter Cameron's core, it made him fall into a coma for half a day. This reaction was many times worse than when he first tested it on the T-800, where he only had a headache. If at that time, he was unable to enter the T-800's core because he was not strong enough, then how advanced was Cameron's core now?
But now he and Sala really needed the ability to protect themselves. At present, this Cameron did not seem to want to kill him, and there was also the message from the future John Connor …
Speaking of which, Tang Yu suddenly thought of a possibility. Did that message come from him, Tang Yu, or the genuine John Connor? Others might not know, but he knew that Tang Yu and John Connor were actually just two people using the same body. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
Tang Yu shook his head and decided to ignore this philosophical question for now.
Speaking of which … I seem to have a lot of philosophical questions recently …
After ending his wild imagination, Tang Yu looked at Sala and Cameron and said, "No matter what, let's work together for now. Mom, I think we need her now too … "
Sala didn't say anything else. After all, she knew that the mother and son were in a dangerous situation. She stared at Cameron and said, "I'll keep an eye on you. Don't play any tricks."
"Anyway, let's see what we can do first. Mom, have you checked this room?" Tang Yu said.
"There's a place that you should like." Sala pouted at the door and led Tang Yu out. Cameron also followed without saying a word.
Sala took Tang Yu to a garage. Tang Yu walked in and saw that the owner of this room had turned it into a motorcycle workshop. It seemed that the owner was a motorcycle enthusiast.
Looking at the parts in the workshop that could be assembled into at least five motorcycles, Tang Yu couldn't help but think of the motorcycle Terminator in Terminator 4. But he immediately dismissed the idea. Right now, he couldn't use Tobian's gloves to make a precision chip that could control such a high-speed robot.
But … Tang Yu was lost in thought as he looked at the parts in the room. He was completely immersed in it. The knowledge of mechanical manufacturing from his previous life kept flashing through his mind. The design drawings of various engineering and agricultural machinery that he learned at the H Province Polytechnic University; the automatic weapons that he designed with a few military fanatics; the various sci-fi anime and movies that he watched; the large number of firearms that he came into contact with after coming to this world; the incomplete data of the Terminator's CPU that he obtained from Cybotine's laboratory using Tobian's gloves …
Suddenly, several design plans appeared in his mind. He said without turning his head, "I want pencils, drawing tools, paper, and a computer."
Looking at Tang Yu who was immersed in the world of machinery, Sala and Cameron looked at each other and went back to the room to prepare without saying a word.
After getting the tools, Sala only saw Tang Yu raise his left hand. His inconspicuous glove suddenly began to disintegrate and deform. Countless parts flew out of the glove and assembled on Tang Yu's left hand. Soon, with his left arm, they formed a complicated and sci-fi mechanical arm!
"What is this …" Sala just wanted to scream, but Cameron came over and covered her mouth.
"!!!" Sala suddenly turned pale with fright. Was this unknown Terminator finally going to make a move?! She struggled with all her might and quietly reached for her gun at her waist.
However, Cameron's reaction was faster. He freed one hand and grabbed Sala's hand that was about to pull out the gun. Then he pressed Sala against the wall and wrapped his slender leg around Sala's leg so that she could not move.
Sala, who was completely subdued by Cameron, had a look of despair in her eyes. She looked at Tang Yu who was busy over there, and her eyes were filled with tears. Goodbye … my son … you will become a good leader …
Cameron covered Sala's mouth tightly. She saw Sala's tears and was somewhat confused. Then she saw Sala turn her head and stare at her with resentment. So Cameron tilted her head and whispered to Sala, "Don't scream, you will disturb John."
Huh??
Seeing Sala Connor's expression become very strange, as if she had drunk paint, Cameron thought for a moment and let go of the hand that was holding Sala. She put her index finger to her mouth and said, "Shh ~ ~ ~!"
Sarah pushed Cameron away and took two steps back. She looked at her angrily for a long time, then said in a low voice, "This isn't over!" She stomped her foot, turned around, and walked quickly out of the garage.
Cameron ignored Sala and just walked a few steps forward to stand behind Tang Yu. Looking at the focused Tang Yu, she reached out her hand to touch his head, but she did not do it. She just stood there quietly and looked at him.
Tang Yu completely ignored the inexplicable behavior of the two women behind him. After seeing the parts in the garage, he had already come up with a design plan. He kept drawing various design drawings on paper. In front of him, the blue light screen formed by Tobian's All-Purpose Tool Gloves was constantly flashing with various data. This was the glove's database storage and engineering drawing auxiliary function.
Tang Yu was thinking about a lot of things at the moment. The first was the problem of self-protection. Previously, when the T-1000 attacked, he had been in danger several times. Even with the protection of the T-800 and Shi Mingdong, the T-1000 still managed to take advantage of the gaps and create an opportunity to face him alone. This was something he had to avoid in the upcoming battle.
However, he also had his own advantage, and that was his own ability. So, first of all, he had to design a mech for himself. Well, a mech without any control system. He could make the mech move with his own ability.
While thinking, his hand quickly drew a picture with the help of the All-Purpose Tool Gloves. A mech that looked like an upright squid gradually appeared on the paper. The mech had four legs, but no joints, and could only move up and down to a limited extent. Two pairs of tires were installed on the legs. Well, I'll use motorcycle wheels, but I'm not sure if they'll be enough. Each of the four legs is powered by a motorcycle engine, so it should be enough to provide enough power.
Above them was the driver's seat. In fact, all they needed was a space where Tang Yu could stay comfortably and observe his surroundings. What he was considering now was whether to design a two-person cockpit. He hoped that Sala could also be protected inside. But if it was a two-person cockpit, both the field of vision and the volume would be greatly affected. Tang Yu drew several plans, but he was not satisfied with any of them.
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