Naprag Leo smiled at Barrett Walker, apparently understanding his meaning, and he sighed deeply, feeling much brighter after clearing up the misunderstanding. The various problems of this mech constantly flashed through his mind, indicating that it was time to create a planetary generation humanoid mech that could be mass-produced. However, this was Barrett Walker's idea, and he did not want to steal Barrett Walker's thunder, so he gestured for him to speak quickly. Barrett Walker nodded and said, "The fundamental reason why mechs cannot be called robots is that robots can be self-controlled, while the fundamental factor for mechs is the protection of humans, which is the ability to move autonomously! With the current systems, it's clear that we have gone astray. We might as well just produce a large number of robots."
"And now, the focus is more on mechs than robots. I think we all know one reason for this, which is the unpredictability of artificial intelligence. However, mechs should always be human-centric; that is the ultimate goal of manufacturing." Barrett Walker spoke loudly and confidently.
"Excellent! Well said. It should indeed be human-centric, but I have fallen into a misconception. Humans don't really control this at all; it's just a matter of turning it on and off. It would be better to save this space and produce robots instead." Sometimes, when scientists are stubborn, you can find that they are either mad or foolish, but when they are clever, you will find that their genius far surpasses your own, and you will feel self-pity for their intelligence. At this moment, Naprag Leo obviously did not cling to his own ideas too much, and led the way by applauding.
Benjamin Blake looked at Barrett Walker, but he was very conflicted about one thing: without an intelligent control system, how chaotic would it be to make the mech combat-ready on the battlefield? Clearly, in the fast-changing battlefield, there is not much time for you to operate, and it is not realistic to universally produce mechs that exceed human capabilities. However, looking at the seemingly understanding expressions of these professor experts, Benjamin Blake wanted to ask, but was somewhat fearful. However, the question in his mind was as uncomfortable as a cat scratching, and he boldly said to himself in a loud voice, "Without these things, how can a person make these several tons heavy mechs perform complex movements?"
"Good question, that is the core problem!" Barrett Walker did not become conceited due to the professors' recognition of him. Upon hearing Benjamin Blake's question, he immediately agreed and said, "It is precisely because of this problem that the professors have fallen into that misconception. It is because if the mech cannot be as flexible as a human, what is the use? That's why we have these two systems. It's like a constantly recurring obstacle, but as long as we make a slight change in it, we can overcome it successfully."
"What exactly is it? Do you already have a solution?" These professors asked somewhat urgently. At this moment, they thought of this obstacle, but looking at Naprag's calm demeanor, these professors could only suppress their doubts. But who would have thought that this person had successfully solved the problem? They looked at Barrett Walker with surprise.
Under the gaze of so many expert professors, Barrett Walker remained calm, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "What if humans were used as the intelligent driving core of the mech? For example, when a human's arm moves, the mech's arm also moves. Whatever a human does, the mech does, thus solving the problem, right?"
"How is that possible?" Benjamin Blake said incredulously.
On the contrary, the professors had a pensive look, and gradually, wisdom shone in their eyes. Although Barrett Walker only spoke in fragments, they still understood his meaning. It seemed that the mech only needed commands, but it also seemed to be more flexible than the previous operation, as if it were no different from a person wearing armor.
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Benjamin Blake looked at the excited expressions of the professors, still unable to unravel his doubts, and said irritably, "If that's the case, won't it become Iron Man? With today's technology, what engine could support such powerful power? Doesn't this bring us back to the original idea, lacking power and energy?"
"No, it doesn't necessarily have to be like Iron Man, where the exoskeleton has to be compressed very small. It can be a small set of command inputs, and even humans can wear this set and control the exoskeleton, just like a remote control," Barrett Walker patiently explained to Benjamin Blake.
"Oh! I understand what you mean, but wouldn't it be better to directly connect the human nerves to the exoskeleton?" Benjamin Blake nodded and said.
However, Pragg Leao shook his head and said to Barrett Walker, "You said that humans can control the exoskeleton while wearing this set of command input devices outside, but this is not feasible! This brings us back to the realm of artificial intelligence. As for directly connecting the nerves to the exoskeleton, it's like the Second World War, with two major flaws. Firstly, when a human enters subconscious control, all reactions can be accelerated, but if this is disturbed, the damage to the person is fatal, leading to severe impairment. Secondly, it still requires an intelligent control system, which leads to a misunderstanding!"
"But now, the human intelligence system can be shrunk to the size of a fingernail. Why wouldn't it work?" Benjamin Blake countered.
"Do you know why my dual control system for this vehicle is so large? It's because the small control system simply cannot respond adequately. Perhaps one or two instructions can be quickly executed after being issued by a human, but if the instructions are too complex, and even if a human is on the battlefield, continuously issuing uninterrupted instructions, not to mention a data system the size of a fingernail, even my current dual system may collapse," Pragg Leao said earnestly.
"It seems I have been too complacent!" Barrett Walker, upon hearing Pragg Leao's words, said somewhat awkwardly.
"I have to say, you have provided us with a very correct direction. Following this path, I believe the first generation exoskeletons will soon be available. When that time comes, I'll send you one! This is the S-level control password for the control room, and here is the key. You can use the equipment in the research lab anytime, anywhere. Good luck!" Pragg Leao handed Barrett Walker a strange key, and Benjamin Blake left on his own, leaving the S-level control password with Barrett Walker.
Barrett Walker did not refuse. This was a good thing! It was worth it. With this secret and key, Barrett Walker hurriedly headed to the place where the frozen soldiers were being held, showing that he no longer cared about those soldiers and was fully immersed in the research of the exoskeleton.
"You're really lucky to have the S-level control password and the key. Only engineers of that caliber can have those," Benjamin Blake said with a hint of envy, walking alongside Barrett Walker. "I only have a B-level control password and don't even have a key. Ugh! Life is so unfair. You've only been here for a short time..."
Hearing Benjamin Blake's sour tone, Barrett Walker chuckled and replied, "You shouldn't be so petty. Tell me, what's your purpose?"
"Hehe! You saw right through me! I just want to borrow your key to play around in the garage below!" Benjamin Blake kept rubbing his hands together, looking extremely sly.
"Wow, there's still a car that can make you interested? What kind of car is it?" Barrett Walker stopped in his tracks, his eyes lighting up. It was clear that something that could pique Benjamin Blake's interest was rare!
"Tch! Who still plays with cars now? Everyone's playing with fighter jets," Benjamin Blake said disdainfully.
At this point, it's hard to describe the excitement in Barrett Walker's heart. You see, when people are raving about how fast sports cars can go, or how powerful Humvees are, if you interject and say, "Who cares about all that? My servants drive helicopters, and I drive fighter jets," people will definitely think you're crazy. But if it's true, the level of coolness is off the charts! Forget about the commoners, even the elite would want to protect you!
"Ah! Very well! I shall now attend to the matters of these military personnel, and later we shall indulge in the pleasure of piloting fighter jets!" Barrett Walkerer quickened his pace, the thought of piloting a fighter jet filling him with exhilaration akin to meeting a longed-for lover, willing to engage in passionate intimacy with you.