"By the way, the resident said both of them are female, so don’t use male prosthetics, and it’d be best if they’re cheaper."
Upon hearing this, Tutu was envious.
How did this newbie get a hidden mission.
Prosthetics with low modifications usually rely on human biological electricity, the power can’t be too high, otherwise they can’t be carried.
But since all three said it’s a super high-level modification rate, there’s additional power supply, allowing a little more leeway in power output.
Fortunately, the configuration of system software and the like is only limited to outside the official game store, anything purchased in the official store doesn’t require worrying about software issues, as long as the hardware connects, nothing else needs concern.
Otherwise, just thinking about IOS, Android, Windows... gives a headache.
Though Tutu doesn’t have a workshop, his dorm is filled with many prosthetics, including those he’s swapped out himself, others from players, and trophies he gained.
In no time, he decided on a list of prosthetics for the other party, using the official shop interface for reference, not too quickly.
The three rookie players quickly ran to the store to purchase prosthetics according to the list, then stuffed the bags and headed for the medical department.
Except the bags couldn’t fit the hands and feet, leaving them stretching out, dangling eerily, giving a creepy impression.
Anyone unaware might think they’re organ traffickers.
Meanwhile, in the medical operating room, two mutilated torsos lay on professional surgical beds, connected to several artificial blood vessels, their half-crippled bodies terribly pathetic.
At least the resident cleaned the sewage from their bodies, making them look much cleaner.
"These two... are they really considered alive?"
The resident furrowed his brows, he just started the surgery, this game world’s prosthetics setup is very complete, fully systematic.
But everything must be based on the premise that the brain’s consciousness is intact.
And after assessment by professional medical equipment, their consciousness was completely chaotic, like crushed tofu pieces, impossible to reassemble.
In short, even if all the prosthetics were installed, they’d only lie on the bed like a vegetable, unable to move.
Faced with such a thorny complex symptom, he could only contact ERO headquarters for help.
The person dealing with players is Gloria, but her medical skills aren’t top-notch, even being a prosthetics doctor is a challenge.
Although she is diligently studying, this isn’t something that can be resolved overnight.
Upon hearing the resident’s narrative, she constantly recalled all past patients she’d dealt with but none matched this symptom.
She could only ask other doctors, soon getting a possible answer.
"You might have found cyberpsychosis unsuccessfully treated by the mental control center."
After being prompted, Gloria also remembered some rumors she’d heard.
"Their treatment for cyberpsychosis involves consciousness restructuring, by deleting memories to correct the brain, forcing individuals to endure long empty periods in cyberspace to dissolve aggressiveness."
"However, the success rate isn’t high, and most end up sent to the Anti-Terrorism Squad." Google seaʀᴄh novel·fire.net
Still, those with insufficient cyberpsychosis prowess are not even considered for containment, dying on the streets.
"Cyberpsychosis... isn’t that hopeless? I think there’s a chance to save them..."
The resident was somewhat speechless, he just sent people to buy prosthetics, only to immediately notify them it’s hopeless, he’d likely be beaten to death by the three rookies at the door.
His combat power might be lower than 5.
Gloria looked at the other’s pleading eyes, truly couldn’t bear to say "it’s hopeless."
Because it’s not cyberpsychosis, but failed treatment of cyberpsychosis, truly hopeless.
"I’ll think of a way."
She had no solution; no company currently wants to invest in treating cyberpsychosis, as doing so might link the disease with prosthetics, potentially harming company profits.
Now, all she could do was consult Lin Miao about how to respond to the players.
Lin Miao mused for a moment, he’s not a doctor, how would he save cyberpsychosis.
But Gloria approached him, what could he do?
If he claimed he couldn’t do it, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
[Oh, mighty system, do you have any solutions?]
[You can’t only believe I’m almighty when there’s no other way]
Every prosthetic and device affected by the system established a subnet connection, the conclusions drawn by the equipment are uploaded to the system, it naturally knows the situation.
[So do you have a way, it’s time to prove your ability!]
The system responded crisply.
[No one can restore a system when the hard drive is destroyed, unless you turn me into a blue cat-ear babysitter robot and pull out a time warp bag]
Receiving the response, Lin Miao felt a bit disappointed too, could only consider how to reply to players.
[However... we can opt for a simple therapy instead]
Upon hearing a possibility, Lin Miao quickly brightened up.
[Explain in detail, if it works you’ll be more powerful than Doraemon in my eyes]
[Since the hardware is damaged, just change the hardware, swap the brains of the two cyberpsychosis individuals]
Lin Miao wanted to say how could that be, but on second thought.
Heck, it might actually work, this is someone who can practically sculpt a person from scratch, what’s a brain.
[Only there’s a defect in doing so]
[The reshaped brain is empty, without player consciousness entering, it’s still a living dead, so a portion of the original brain must be merged, but doing so will erase most memories, which parts can be preserved can’t be determined, chances are high they’ll completely lose memory]
"Great! We can actually set appearance and body shape!"
"You’re the ones! 2B and A2!"