Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 181 Popularization of Prosthetic Limbs, Academic Exchange

Everything was just as Willen Pearl had imagined. The metal prosthesis bestowed by the miracle worker became one of the most popular exhibits at the World Expo, perhaps thanks to the widespread amputation of that era. From workers and soldiers to wealthy businessmen and nobles, people with disabilities were prevalent in all walks of life.

As a domestic product, the metal prosthetic technology not only aroused the admiration and envy of foreign tourists, but also brought pride to the entire Kening Empire. On the afternoon of the first day of the exhibition, Viscount Pearl received an invitation from the Imperial Palace to meet with His Majesty the Emperor again.

Bensoff was misunderstood by the newspaper as the inventor of prosthetic technology, and his explanation was regarded as a dignified and selfless person.

He tried his best to decline the numerous interviews, banquet invitations, etc., but he had to report to the emperor.

So in the afternoon, he entered the palace with Viscount Pearl.

Kevin Ewen spoke in a roundabout way. He first praised the Viscount's selflessness in disclosing his prosthetic technology and expressed the Empire's support for the development of both companies. He then asked Bensoff about his views on the technology and the potential consequences of disclosing the information.

"It's an absolute masterpiece," Bensoff explained, his head bowed. "The design is incredibly sophisticated. The prosthesis itself is dexterous and powerful enough to allow amputees to not only resume a normal life but perhaps even gain a certain strength advantage."

"So, what's wrong with it?"

"The processing is too difficult. Some parts can only be polished by hand bit by bit by the best watchmakers, and the output is not high."

After listening to this, Emperor Evin stared at Viscount Pearl silently.

Wei Lun was not intimidated. "Your Majesty, I petition to establish a branch of the Mechanical Workshop in Hongdu, recruit the best craftsmen in the country, and devote ourselves to the production of prosthetic limbs. We will then cooperate with the Good Mother Hospital to provide free transplants for all veterans who have been injured and amputated during the war."

"Sir Pearl, it takes courage for you to have such an idea." Evin spoke slowly.

"Your servants dare not overstep their bounds. Any success is due to your Majesty's will."

Bensov on the side was absent-minded. He was not interested in the conversation between the nobles and the emperor. It was nothing more than that Viren Pearl needed money and the emperor needed a good reputation. The two would eventually reach a consensus.

What he cared about was the unknown scientist who invented the prosthetic technology and the tall hat that the Viscount handed to him.

He'd spent the past few hours since acquiring the top hat, turning it over and over, trying to figure out why it was so heavy. The material made it impossible to explain, and there were no layers inside. But that was what made it so unusual.

The President of the Royal Academy of Sciences fiddled with his hat in silence.

Soon, the conversation between the Viscount and the Emperor ended satisfactorily.

Ultimately, the Arcane Mechanical Workshop and Blessing Pharmaceuticals received royal investment and, in the Emperor's name, provided free treatment to the Empire's disabled veterans. These two small, rising companies, now backed by the Imperial Family, had become established, emerging enterprises with a strong background.

As soon as he walked out of the palace, Viren Pearl was eager to accept media interviews and announce the news of the free medical consultation.

Just as Bensov was about to leave, he was stopped by the cabinet minister's secretary and pulled into a separate conference room to inquire about the technical parameters of the prosthesis and whether it could be weaponized, etc. It was clear that he was regarded as the inventor.

He always answered: I don’t know.

In the evening, Bensov, who had dealt with all kinds of people in Hongdu, was exhausted both physically and mentally. He dragged his legs back to the research institute and finally had a cup of hot coffee to soothe his irritable nerves.

His assistants and students didn't bother him. Everyone at the institute knew full well that the prosthetic technology making all the noise today definitely wasn't Bensoff's doing. After all, any invention, from concept to implementation, involves repeated trial and error, inevitably leaving behind a wealth of experimental data; it's impossible to create something out of nothing.

Bensov noticed that there were fewer people in the institute today. After asking, he learned that they all took their drawing boards to the expo to copy the original design of mechanical prostheses.

"Let them come back soon. Viscount Pearl has promised to give me the manuscript."

"The dean is amazing!"

Bensov waved his hands in anger and laughter, turned back to the office, and saw the scene in front of him, and suddenly froze in place.

The tall hat placed on the corner of the table now moved to the center position. In front of it was a paper entitled "Application of Radio in the Field of Communications". A breeze blew by, flipping the manuscript, and it seemed to be reading with great interest.

Bensov glanced at the closed window, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

The wizard of the lighthouse sat cross-legged on a cushion with a crystal ball placed on the ground in front of him. He closed his eyes and shared the sense of flying birds.

Lin Bo browsed Bensoff's bookshelves and picked out books that interested him to read.

He has never known much about the world's knowledge system, nor has he a clear idea of ​​how far the empire's scholars have progressed. Now he can take a look at the latest scientific achievements.

Bensov slowly backed away, trying to escape.

But for some reason, his hands and feet were frozen in place. A cold breath penetrated his nervous system. Even though he could feel his hands and feet, he couldn't control them.

He was even taking steps towards the hat.

Finally, he stood in front of the table like a punished student.

The top hat dispelled its illusion before Bensov, transforming back into a three-eyed seagull with pure white feathers. The dean of the Academy of Sciences trembled even more violently than before. A blob of red ink flew from the ink bottle on the table and landed on the manuscript.

Bensov suddenly stopped shaking. He blinked and looked at the red ink corrections, some of which were calculation errors, some of which were formula errors. After the corrections were made, the manuscript paper would be turned over so that he could see it more clearly.

"This is my thesis," he said dryly.

The ink of the rapidly writing pen paused for a moment, and on the blank space of the manuscript paper, he wrote: "The level is average."

Bensov began to tremble again, but this time he didn't sweat. Instead, his face flushed red, especially after he read the corrections. His face turned as red as an unripe tomato that was half red and half green.

He began to explain, "This is just a rough draft. And I didn't derive this part of the formula."

Written in ink: "Easy mistake."

Bensof, dejected, asked, "So you are the deity Viscount Pearl has been hinting at?"

Mo Shui didn't answer and continued to correct the papers.

"Neither admit nor deny." Bensov perked up and lowered his voice. "So I should assume you're a genius scholar with powerful means. The metal prosthetic limbs you designed indicate your technology is at least a century ahead of its time. You're simply impersonating a god to facilitate your own goals."

Lin Bo smiled and wrote: "From the moment we met, I admired your sharpness."

"With all due respect, gods no longer have a place in this age of reason. Sooner or later, people will realize that the Five Gods are a lie, just like every other virtual concept constructed with language. Only the sky above and the earth beneath our feet are real."

"I hope you will do what you say, and not worship science as a god."

Bensoff, while browsing the corrected papers, replied: "How can science become a god? It is just a set of methodologies."

"God is just a few verses," Mo wrote. "What matters is the people who follow the ideas. How many people do you think believe that technology can solve all problems, just as believers believe that God can save all suffering?"

"Technology can indeed solve all problems! It just takes time." Bensov frowned. "Technology can bring power! It can increase farmland production, boost fishing boats' harvests, and illuminate the nights. These are things that religion cannot achieve."

"However, those who master science are always subordinate to those in power. Your research requires funding, experiments require help, production requires workers, and popularization requires the public. Science is only one link; it cannot solve problems in other links. This is not a dilemma for science, but a dilemma for scientists, and also a dilemma for humanity itself."

Bensov murmured, "One day, technology will be able to meet all the requirements and ensure that humans will have no worries about food and clothing."

"That will also be the moment of human extinction." The ink spread. "Machine research, machine experimentation, machine production, machine consumption. If all this can be put into operation, where will humans be? In the grave. Humanity will be replaced by a more efficient group of machines."

"Then control them!"

“Who will be in control?”

"I don't know! Let them control themselves and be servants of humans forever." Bensov's eyes were fixed on the blank space of the manuscript paper, and he had no interest in academic studies.

"Those in power control resources and, indirectly, technology. They won't be so kind as to share the world's natural resources with ordinary people. Even in the most prosperous city, someone has to take out the trash. If the purpose of technology is to create poverty, how can it satisfy the masses? Will machines spontaneously rebel against those in power?"

Bensov was speechless.

Mo Shui wrote: "So you actually know these truths very well, but you just don't want to admit them. Faced with real problems, you choose to escape, and science is your faith. You boast that there is no place for gods in the world, but you are just praising the true god in your heart. You kneel before the omnipotence of science, just like others kneel before the Five Gods."

"me……"

"Don't be ashamed. This is just a common debate. Since you don't like religion, let's talk as scholars. Hosok Bensof, let's make a deal. I will teach you more knowledge in the future, and you will be responsible for promoting these theories."

"What good will this do you?" Bensov asked in surprise.

"Makes me happy."

The lighthouse wizard covered the curtain with a cloth, and downstairs, Iron Guard rang the bell to signal the arrival of the guests.

A patient who had just completed cochlear implant surgery yesterday came in for a follow-up checkup today. He is a congenitally deaf young man in his teens.

The night watchman's footsteps echoed on the stairs. The patient turned his head accurately, smiled joyfully at the lighthouse keeper, and stammered a greeting: "Doctor, good afternoon... Thank you!"

"Can you speak now?" Lin Bo asked in surprise.

The family member laughed, "We taught him all night yesterday! He still can't speak well."

"It's already very good. Come on, stretch out your hand."

(End of this chapter)