raknovel Chapter 117 Dismantling the Gundam!
Chapter 117 Dismantling the Gundam!
Chapter 117 Dismantling the Gundam!
When the meeting room door opened, Kain Heinrich smelled cleaning agents mixed with the faint musty smell of old carpet in the air.
The room was bigger than he had imagined.
The long conference table is arranged in three rows, with twelve seats in each row. It is made of dark brown solid wood and the chairs have high backs.
Most of the seats were already occupied. Cain glanced around and recognized seven or eight faces as professors in the field of biomedicine, some in the neuroscience department and some in the pathology department.
This is normal.
Johns Hopkins University is a medical school, and a third of its faculty and staff are involved in the life sciences.
That's why they were able to accept someone with such a complicated background back then.
"Professor, please come this way."
The young woman in the gray suit pointed to the empty seat on the side of the second row.
Cain walked over and sat down.
People kept coming in.
Footsteps sounded muffled on the carpet, only making a slight scraping sound when the chair was pulled out.
Cain counted, and when no one else came in, there were about forty professors sitting in the conference room.
Some of them he had seen but couldn't recall their names, while others were complete strangers.
I didn't realize there were so many professors at the school.
The thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't delve into it or ask anyone.
Most people were looking at their phones or talking quietly to their neighbors.
The atmosphere was less like an emergency meeting and more like a routine gathering.
The lights dimmed a bit.
The projection screen lit up, displaying "Noah Technology-Johns Hopkins University Collaboration Project" in white text on a blue background.
A young man, probably in his early thirties, was standing in front of the stage, wearing a dark suit but no tie.
Good afternoon, professors.
The sound came through the microphone, with a slightly electronic echo.
"I'm Cullen Alexander from Noah Technologies in Seattle. Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedules to come."
He turned around and pressed a button with the remote control.
The projection screen switched to display a complex network structure diagram with dense nodes and intersecting lines.
"This is a sub-version of Noah's AI, codenamed 'Messer'."
"Over the past two months, it has conducted deep iterative learning using your university's medical database, covering more than 3.7 million case data, ranging from basic anatomy to clinical surgery."
Kulen paused for two seconds, allowing those present time to process the information.
"We invited you all here today to verify whether the iteration has been completely completed, not through data reports, but through physical verification."
As soon as he finished speaking, the side door of the conference room opened.
Two carts came in, covered with white dust cloths.
The staff pushed the cart to the front of the table and lifted the cloth.
The first one is an instrument.
Cain had seen something similar, a robotic operating table, typically used for minimally invasive surgery.
But this one is a little different.
Its base is larger, its glass cover is thicker, and more importantly, the number of robotic arms extending from the base is ridiculously large.
He counted them; there were at least twenty, each of different thicknesses and with different tools at the ends: there were scalpels, tweezers, straws, suture needles, and several other accessories he couldn't recognize.
The second cart contained a living Gundam.
Cain's feet began to tremble involuntarily.
This is his habit; it happens whenever he feels that time is being wasted.
He glanced at his phone; it was 3:17 PM.
The meeting was going to go on for an unknown amount of time, and his mycelial samples were still in the refrigerator; the data hadn't been analyzed yet.
A feeling of irritability welled up inside me.
He adjusted his posture, trying to stop his feet, but it didn't work.
The elderly professor sitting next to me was doing something similar, tapping his knees with his fingers.
Cullen's voice continued: "This is the latest model of the multi-arm surgical platform, integrated with the real-time control system of the Messier AI. Next, we will conduct an anatomical demonstration."
Staff transferred the live Gundam to the glass enclosure on the operating table.
Breast-type, white-feathered chicken, about 25 to 30 years old, muscular, with many old scars on its body surface.
It was fixed to an adjustable bracket with its limbs outstretched and monitoring electrodes attached to its chest.
His eyes were open, but his gaze was empty.
The glass cover is closed.
The robotic arm begins to move.
Cain had expected a debugging process first, but the robotic arm paused briefly before starting to work.
More than twenty arms move simultaneously, seemingly chaotic, but upon closer inspection one can see that each has a clear trajectory and does not interfere with the others.
The first robotic arm approaches the Gundam's neck, and its end probe pierces the skin to inject.
Gundam's body relaxed.
Yes, very accurate.
Then the actual disassembly began.
First, the soft exoskeleton.
The incision depth is uniformly controlled within the dermis layer, resulting in almost no bleeding.
The soft exoskeleton was completely peeled off, like taking off a bodysuit, and laid flat on the sterile board on the right side.
The plate surface automatically regulates temperature and humidity to maintain tissue activity.
Next is the traction layer.
The pectoralis major, rectus abdominis, latissimus dorsi—each muscle was completely separated and soaked in freshly prepared medicine in the order of the anatomical atlas.
The direction of muscle fibers, the attachment points of tendons, and all the details are well preserved.
Cain's trembling feet stopped.
He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the large screen.
The projector displays the inside of the operating table in real time from four angles, with a clear picture that even shows the tiny blood vessels between muscle bundles.
The chest cavity was opened.
The ribs were cut off one by one, but each one retained its connection to the costal cartilage.
The power furnace was exposed and was still vibrating, but at a stable frequency.
The robotic arm injects cryogenic fluid into the surrounding area and then connects to an extracorporeal circulation pump.
The entire process takes no more than three minutes.
The abdominal cavity and pelvic cavity are opened in sequence.
The liver, kidneys, stomach, intestines—each organ is isolated and connected to a dedicated perfusion system.
The perfusion fluid was clearly specially formulated, keeping the organ bright red and showing no signs of ischemic changes.
Blood was collected.
Hormones and bodily fluids are also drained through indwelling catheters and stored separately.
The meeting room fell completely silent.
No one spoke, no one moved.
All the professors maintained the same posture: leaning forward, eyes wide open, and breathing very lightly.
Some people covered their mouths, while others took off their glasses to wipe them and put them back on, but their eyes never left the screen.
Cain felt his palms sweating.
He has studied biomedicine for over thirty years, witnessed all kinds of surgeries, and participated in complex dissections. He has never even handled a Gundam!
But what I'm seeing now—
This is no longer surgery or dissection.
This is a systematic and highly precise disassembly, like taking a sophisticated clock apart into parts, but each part is still functioning.
And it's too fast.
It took only forty minutes from the start to the completion of the separation of all major organs.
Finally, there's the brain.
The robotic arm has been fitted with more sophisticated tools.
The skull was cut in a circular motion, while the dura mater was preserved intact.
The brain is gently lifted out and placed into a specially designed infusion tank.
Then, with the aid of a magnifying lens, the robotic arm began to separate the brain regions: frontal lobe, telescoping lobe, parietal lobe, occipital lobe, cerebellum, and brainstem.
Each part was completely preserved, and the neural connections were carefully severed with clean cuts.
The whole process was so smooth it didn't seem real.
The robotic arm moved without the slightest hesitation or tremor.
Even if there is occasional tissue rebound or bodily fluid splashing, adjustments can be made and the trajectory corrected within milliseconds.
When the last piece of brain tissue was placed into the culture medium, the living organism inside the glass dome had transformed into a set of neatly arranged organ and tissue samples.
Everything is working.
The heart is pumping, the lungs are mimicking breathing, the kidneys are producing urine, and the brain's electrical signals are still pulsating on the monitoring screen.
And time —
Cain glanced at his phone.
4:08 PM.