Chapter 90: Chapter 90
Handing over the chocolate she carried with her successfully interrupted the young girl's incessant chatter.
Why he didn't come over had nothing to do with her anyway.
At most, she just thought the man lacked professionalism.
Having no interest in wasting time on such trivial gossip, An Ning quickly returned to her room after resting and busied herself with her laptop.
Despite her tendency to gossip, Han Miao was actually quite professional. She thoroughly checked every corner of the room again to ensure safety before quietly staying inside.
She even made sure to move around softly.
An Ning currently lived in a high-end apartment she had booked earlier, which offered excellent privacy. For safety reasons, Fu Sheng had purchased the entire top floor long ago and renovated it to its current state.
It had everything—a music hall, gym, swimming pool—all available.
Now with two young girls and an auntie responsible for household chores, the place still felt quite spacious. Knowing An Ning's work nature, the two usually made a point not to disturb her.
The whole process took less than a year.
And An Ning herself didn't drop the ball either.
Six months later, at Fu Corporation's new product launch, a short video lasting just a few minutes quickly went viral.
"What? Girls, what did I just see? Are special effects this realistic nowadays?"
"It's gotta be special effects, right?"
In the video, a man with a crooked mouth and eyes, originally bedridden due to paralysis, was...
Playing a video game?
Well, not by himself—but through mechanical arms attached to his hands.
Some wanted to call it staged, but watching the young man in the video, eyes red with excitement one moment and frustration the next, he looked every bit like a hardcore gamer.
Hmm... Let's just say his acting was pretty convincing!
But the video didn't stop there.
There were disabled individuals using mechanical prosthetics to trim flowers, jog, and walk—their movements almost indistinguishable from those of able-bodied people.
Another was leisurely lying in a chair while two small mechanical hands tapped away on a keyboard, typing for them.
Sharp-eyed netizens also noticed that all these people shared one common feature: an unknown metal helmet on their heads.
"Mind control, legendary style?"
"Gotta say, the video creator's pretty creative, hahaha..."
"True, and props for the special effects!"
"Agreed, +1 for the effects. They look super realistic so far."
"If only these were real..."
"Uh, guys... what if everything above is actually real?"
"Right! Did you all even check who posted the video? It's Fu Corporation! Would a major group's decision-makers joke around ? Plus, this was shown at their new product launch. With all those board members making appearances, there's no way this is a prank!"
"But how? Has technology advanced this much in just a few years?" Some netizens couldn't believe it.
"If this is real, I wanna know which genius pulled this off!"
"Seriously! If the video's legit, full-dive VR might not just be a dream anymore..."
"VR's still a stretch, but just what's shown here is insane! Especially for people with disabilities—this is a game-changer."
"Pfft, y'all thinking too small. This isn't just for disabilities. Imagine military use—soldiers controlling mechanical arms from miles away, guns already aimed at enemies' heads. How's that for a surprise?"
"Remote mind-control this precise and responsive? Absolutely next-level!"
"Wait, what? Where'd my comment go?"
"Who's the jealous jerk reporting stuff?"
In any case, Fu Corporation's name exploded overnight. Within half a day, the flood of consultation and order calls nearly overwhelmed the front desk.
While the internet buzzed with excitement, An Ning relaxed comfortably in the rooftop swimming pool, admiring the city's nightscape through specially installed one-way glass.
Meanwhile, Han Miao sat on a nearby lounge chair, constantly refreshing her phone while giggling nonstop. Between laughs, she kept shooting admiring glances at An Ning, who was resting with her eyes closed.
She might as well have shouted, "Big sis, you're the best!"
Even so, when An Ning got up, Han Miao promptly scrambled from her chair, eagerly handing her a towel while helping dry her long black hair—all while showering her with praise:
"Wow, A-Ning, you're amazing!"
"How do you even think of this stuff? You're so smart—unlike me..."
"You have no idea, A-Ning. Forget complex programming—just math alone is my mortal enemy!"
Remembering her struggles with numbers, the girl nearly shed imaginary tears.
"Ugh! Being smart must be nice!"
An Ning smiled without responding. Truthfully, the original host, despite her harsh upbringing, had managed to get into a prestigious university—proof of her sharp mind.
But today's achievements couldn't be summed up by intelligence alone.
At first glance, the technology seemed groundbreaking, but in reality?
As early as the last century, scientists had experimented with inserting electrodes into brains to control prosthetics via electrochemical signals.
By the early 21st century, using neuromuscular signals to operate prosthetics wasn't even rare. But due to missing nerve endings in residual limbs and other factors, overall responsiveness remained limited.
In recent years, scientists had combined this tech with AI, using it to interpret signals and simulate reactions for smoother prosthetic use.
Even now, the technology is still evolving.
An Ning's true innovation lay in analyzing brainwaves without actual electrode implants—and developing more sophisticated algorithms for the AI in the prosthetic arms to accurately interpret signals from the helmets and respond swiftly.
So beneath the seemingly miraculous tech was just one small step forward. Without her accumulated expertise across lifetimes in medicine and mathematics, even this step would've been incredibly difficult.
But isn't that the charm of modern science?
Even a tiny advancement can create ripples across countless aspects of life...
Lying on her familiar bed, An Ning closed her eyes, savoring this rare moment of leisure.