In a distant hotel suite on Yaha Star, "Yang Ming" opened his eyes, with a string of data appearing in his pupils before quickly returning to normal.
He got up, his movements slightly stiff.
"Activate movement optimization," Yang Ming muttered under his breath, and his movements immediately became fluid.
He walked halfway around the bed, gradually getting used to the feedback from this mechanical body.
This was his stash of bottom-drawer inventory, concentrating several black technologies from the Dark Star and the New Federation's cutting-edge bionic technology for combat machinery.
Unlike the bionic robots commonly used by politicians, this bionic machine allowed Yang Ming to host his own consciousness, thereby reducing the signal delay between the body and the machinery, achieving true bionic simulation.
The sensation for Yang Ming was...
The experience of playing "Abyss" had returned.
"Lyu, are combat robots this weak now?"
