The other party's wheelchair stayed in front of Turing with the "creaking" sound, and the raised floor tiles on the sidewalk were gently embedded in the tire patterns.

"Hello."

Turing greeted the other party, but there was not much expression on his face.

The middle-aged man in front of him was the "neighbor" he met two days ago, living in the house next to Turing, a few hundred meters away.

His name is Andrew, and he is an immigrant from the Federation of Mickton. This is the second time Turing has met him.

The man in the wheelchair was carrying a bottle of wine and a cell phone. His messy yellow hair was spread on his head. He slipped to Turing with his hands holding the things and rubbed the wheelchair's control rod left and right.

Along with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed into Turing's breath, Andrew seemed to want to chat with him and spoke in a breath of alcohol:

"I haven't thanked you for the last time... Do you want me to invite you to have a drink later?"

"No need, I'm waiting for the car, next time."

Turing shook his head and took a step toward the side.

Generally speaking, normal people will not like alcoholics.

The opportunity to get to know this drunk was that when Turing went out to get takeaway two days ago, Andrew passed by the doorstep of his house. It seemed that he had drunk wine and hit the street light outside, and then fell into a wheelchair. Finally, Turing and the deliveryman helped him up together.

"How can that be? You are my new neighbor at least! The bar is about to open later, I must invite you..." Andrew seemed to be still drunk and reached out to touch Turing.

"Not today, Andrew. I'm waiting for the car, there's something else." Turing frowned and dodged.

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then looked like he suddenly realized:

"Oh! Oh! Wait for the car, okay, then come to my house if you have time!"

Turing nodded and said nothing.

However, alcohol can make people enthusiastic and exaggerated, or irritable. Andrew belongs to the previous one.

After Turing declined, he did not mean to leave, but talked endlessly about some trivial things to Turing with various exaggerated gestures.

Similar to the backyard his family has never taken care of; Turing, the new neighbor; the racing competition every night, his drinking story and the fact that he picked up his son from school...

Turing glanced at him, speechless.

This neighbor's house is one of the households he has focused on, after all, he lives in the closest place to him.

This Mickton Federation was an alcoholic and unemployed vagrant, and there was no doubt that this was a silly Mickton Federation.

However, the various information obtained by the mechanical bug in the other party's home showed that this was actually a very saving man.

In Andrew's various body languages, the bottle of wine he was holding seemed to be not tightly covered, causing some yellow liquid to spill onto his leather shoes.

And this pair of dirty and ordinary leather shoes are not cheap, if its metal label is not fake.

This information, combined with his broken leg, Andrew is a very story-provoking alcoholic.

At this time, Andrew paused his mouth for a while, as if he was talking a little dry.

But he still had no intention of leaving, even though Turing did not pay much attention to him.

The man turned on his phone screen, stroked it a few times, and showed something to Turing.

Turing, who was attracted by the other party, glanced at Andrew's mobile phone and saw a product priced at hundreds of thousands of dollars.

It was a pair of metal calves.

"Is this...prosthetic?"

Andrew proudly raised his phone: "Several countries have suddenly launched these things recently. I have been watching them for several days and am ready to make a pair of them for myself!"

Recently, Turing, who is becoming more and more sensitive to technology products, has come over, and Andrew cooperated to lift his phone and play a conceptual short video for him.

The content is a conceptual introduction to metal arms and metal legs. Strictly speaking, it is more like some kind of composite material than metal.

The gray matte shell and the fine bionic muscle fibers intersect together, and the fine wiring structure can be seen in the joint gaps between each finger.

"Are you sure this is not a big cake?" Turing asked the drunkard and looked at the other party's empty calves.

"Definitely not!" Andrew laughed and said whispering about the future of prosthetics, which sounded like excerpted from content published by Internet keyboard warriors or product companies.

"Which country is this?" Turing straightened up and asked thoughtfully.

"Hehe, Mickton Federation. There are four companies there that have announced prosthetic products. They have both hands and feet, but they have not been officially released yet."

Andrew said excitedly, put the wine bottle in the container of the wheelchair, took out two cigarettes in a fan shape and held them in his hand, and gestured to Turing to take away the one that was outside.

"I don't smoke... If I remember correctly, you are also from Mikton Federal, right?" Turing waved his hand and refused, holding his phone in his other hand, and began to search for relevant information.

"Ha, I've moved to Muguo's nationality long ago." Andrew lit a cigarette for himself, "I just ran to Yezhou by accident."

"Why do you need to migrate?" Turing glanced at the other party calmly.

Upon hearing this, Andrew, who had been talking nonstop, made a joke and avoided this topic.

I'm covering up, don't want to talk more...

Realizing this, Turing didn't ask much, but instead shifted the topic to the prosthesis:

“So many companies are starting to launch this kind of thing now?”

"That's right! Mukura, Mikton, Banga, Reyle... These things suddenly popped up, it was simply a surprise!"

Turing gently stroked the mobile browser and showed the press conferences of seven or eight companies, and the launch time was some time ago. Many of them have directly released videos of transplanting and use of disabled people.

What he was thinking was whether this would be the technology that Tektronix transformed people.

Judging from all aspects of information, whether it is the transformation of people, carbon transformers, or the Jiuke and Crime Bureau system, they have existed in this world for a long time. However, within the civil service scope, they have never seen anything like this.

Will this be a sign that technology containing decarbonized particles has begun to enter a slow popularization?

"The pricing range is very large. Some companies have hundreds of thousands of yuan, while others can reach eight digits?"

"Yes." Andrew nodded, "I've seen one. I've been disabled for so many years. I want to try the feeling of standing up... Haha!"

Turing did not express doubt on the other party's words. It can be seen from Andrew that he did have a lot of savings.

After a brief look, Turing wrote down the names of some companies and put away the phone.

The amount of information is very complicated. Some companies operate the automobile industry, some companies operate the military industry, and even light industrial companies.

Among them, there are two local companies in Yezhou that have launched mechanical prosthetics.

He did not look at it carefully. These companies that released prosthetic products might have some connections, and intuition told him that the builder organization should be manipulating it.

I'm going to see Sachs tonight, and the boss who runs Wilson's company should give him some answers.

I talked to Andrew about prosthetics, and the alcoholic was also happy because he was finally able to arouse Turing's interest. He kept popularizing knowledge and science to Turing, such as neural connections, special light materials, bionic muscles and other things.

During the conversation, Turing waited for the driver, so he stopped chatting with Andrew, waved goodbye and got in the car and left.

Sitting in the car, watching the drunken figure drifting away in the rearview mirror, Turing took out his phone and scanned various prosthetics on the web page, but another idea came out of his mind.
Chapter completed!