<h4>Chapter 3: Princess</h4>
Princess''s efficiency was really beyond Lincoln''s imagination. Less than an hour had passed when there was a knock on the door.
Lincoln peeked through the peephole but didn''t see the expected ck sunsses and suit-wearing bodyguard. Instead, there was a girl wearing a hooded coat, sses and a mask, holding arge box in her arms.
"No way, she came in person..." Lincoln quickly opened the door, and sure enough, it was Camille Victoria, wrapped up tightly, standing outside with a bodyguard a few steps away.
He invited Princess in and gestured to the bodyguard, who declined with a wave of his hand, standing in a position that allowed him to watch the hallway, elevator, stairs and window, vignt of his surroundings.
Well, Lincoln gave him a thumbs-up, professional!
"Miss Camille, why did youe here yourself?" Lincoln took therge box from her arms as he spoke.
"I''ve been worried since I couldn''t get through to you on the phone, and now that I have the chance, I wanted toe and see you." The princess removed her disguise sses and mask, carefully putting them away, then gracefully took off her coat and followed Lincoln to the living room, sitting down on the sofa.
Lincoln opened the box and found more items than he expected. Most of the things on the list were inside, and the ones that weren''t, were reced with even better stuff. "This is way beyond the budget, isn''t it?"
"Anyway, I''m responsible for causing you to be attacked by so many people, and I can''t just brush it off with coincidences or ignorance. I really hope I can help you out and make up for my guilt."
The seventeen-year-old girl looked at him earnestly, her eyes full of sincerity, making it hard for Lincoln to say no.
She''s too sensible! It''s no wonder she''s from a royal family. Although still young, she received the best education since childhood. She attended school during her middle school years, then advanced several grades due to her outstanding academic performance. Her interactions with others were always dignified and polite, never showing arrogance, making it hard for others not to like her.
At this moment, in Lincoln''s eyes, the princess had evolved from a "feudal remnant" to a "cute little rich girl."
So Lincoln looked into the princess''s eyes and sincerely expressed his gratitude, keeping this help in his heart.
Probably sensing his sincerity, the princessughed happily.
Once Lincoln had confirmed that the equipment wasplete, she had to get up and leave immediately: "I have to go back early since I suddenly came out tonight and caused a lot of trouble for others because it wasn''t part of the n."
"It''s really great to see you get back on your feet. Keep it up! I believe you can do it!"
She waved goodbye to Lincoln cutely, then hurried away.
After the princess left, Lincoln didn''t idle either, immediately starting to sort and organize these devices.
The equipment was mainly divided into three categories:
The first was the neural signal collection helmet, responsible for receiving brainwave signals.
The second was the analysis equipment, which analyzed the received brainwave signals and converted them into electrical signals.
The third was the output equipment, outputting the converted electrical signals to aputer or other smart devices.
These devices were already quite mature, but the problem was that they were not urate enough. It had always been difficult to find the correct signals amidst the chaotic brainwaves.
But that didn''t stop Lincoln from having the technology at hand.
Looking at theplete equipment, Lincoln was full of ambition.
"Change of ns, make a demo for the game directly! The video proof in a week will be used as the game trailer!"
With such massive traffic, it''d be a waste not to use it!
He nced at theputer screen again, the code was still being added at breakneck speed, but Lincoln estimated it would take a whole night toplete.
So he stopped staring at the progress of the code and started dismantling the equipment.
First step: take off the helmet.
For many people who have no clue about technology, if you wear a helmet like NetDragon''s, even if the technology inside has improved several generations, they''d still think it''s not much different: don''t you have to wear a helmet anyway?
Lincoln even thought that such people probably make up the majority of the Inte.
So, the first step was to get rid of the bulky helmet.
He only needed a neural signal collection device, even just six of them, as patches to stick on the head.
As for the extra twelve collectors, as well as the signal amplifier, signal anti-spreadwork, neural signal filtering device, curved disy... and so on and so forth, they could all be discarded.
"Hmm, wait." Lincoln suddenly stopped his hand, not taking all twelve collectors into the misceneous box, but took out two more.
He had a sudden thought that if he were to make six signal collecting patches and stick them up and down on his head, while the cost would be lower, they would look like electrodes stuck on his head, as if he was a tech-madman trying to electrocute a prisoner.
"No way, I can let people scold me and not care, but if they scold Professor Yang, it''s another matter altogether. It''s not good for it to affect future generations."
Combine everything together and make it into a headband instead.
As for the signal loss caused by appearance, just add two more collectors topensate.
yers can surely understand a slightly higher cost, after all, appearance is productivity, and the general public is aesthetically inclined.
After much effort, Lincoln finallypleted the headband.
Nothing inside the device and circuits gave him any obstacles, and he solved everything very smoothly, but the headband''s design had him stumped.
He is by no means a craft expert, and the few designs and patterns he tried looked weirder and weirder, so eventually he stopped making things difficult for himself and 3D printed a in white, smooth shell.
"What is this called? This is minimalist beauty, less is more!"
At the time whenpared to NetDragon''s productunch, they will have to carefully put on the fully enclosed, heavy helmets, while Lincoln can casually pick up the headband and put it on.
This is the most straightforward visual impact, much more effective than making countless PowerPoint presentations and listing all kinds of technical details.
Before artificial intelligence is finished, the neural modtor-demodtor can''t be done, so the next task is to adjust the interface for input and output devices.
Significantly simplify brainwave signal reception circuits, increase electrical signal transmission, and convert to neural signal interfaces and circuits.
This process is a bit tedious, but it''s crucial as it allows theputer to send "sensory" signals to the brain.
In the current virtual games on the market, the only feedback yers get is visual feedback and the controller''s vibration feedback, which is very crude.
This is understandable since it''s unrealistic to make yers smell the scent of flowers through the screen.
The crux of the problem lies in theputer''s inability to directly transmit signals to the brain.
But Lincoln''s virtual game can do this, allowing yers to experience an almost consciousness-immersed effect in the virtual world, including the scent of flowers, the warmth of sunlight, the feel of clothing fabric, the recoil of a gun, and the impact of being attacked – all of which can be identified by the brain as neural signals from electrical signals.
For the yers, it means they can directly feel all of this. The key to realism lies in these details.
After finishing all this, Lincoln could finally breathe a sigh of relief, take a bath, and enter Dreand, ending this long day.
On theputer disy, the code was still tirelessly flowing down line by line.
...
In another building under the night sky, many windows were still brightly lit, and the NetDragon PR Department and R&D Department were still holding meetings and finalizing their response to Lincoln''s video.</p