A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

Chapter 131 Lunar Uniform

Half an hour later, Lu Yiran left Hu Biao's office looking completely bewildered.

My head was buzzing, completely occupied by Hu Biao's twisted logic and heresies. For a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

"You know I'm a trained fighter!"

"The martial arts profession is now under the jurisdiction of the Sixth Division of the Garrison Command, which is your father's jurisdiction."

"Your dad thinks I'm young and promising, and he insists on being my father-in-law. What can I do?"

"He asked me to take care of you, how could I not?"

"A higher rank can have absolute power!"

"From now on, you will be the core member of this research group besides me."

"What do you mean by abusing power for personal gain? I call it nepotism, okay?!"

"Alright, that's settled then. Go back and think it over carefully, and give me a preliminary plan at tomorrow's meeting."

"What do you mean by 'too tight'? How much time does such a small thing need?"

In the office, Hu Biao leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed. He blinked and began to gaze at the moon.

On the barren gray plains of the moon, a tiny point of light is moving. That is the "Wentian-7" probe from the East, conducting the final terrain survey in preparation for the manned lunar landing six months later.

A manned lunar landing program!

"What's the point of even going up to this godforsaken place? What would we do there? Mine? What a waste of time!"

I am the dividing line. The next morning at eight o'clock, in the conference room on the seventh floor of the Robotics Academy.

Eleven people arrived on time, a full ten minutes earlier than yesterday.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was somewhat awkward. No one spoke, but everyone had a phone or tablet in front of them, all displaying the interface of "Survival on Another Planet".

Some people were taking notes, some were taking screenshots and annotating them, and some were whispering about something.

Hu Biao pushed the door open and came in. "Everyone's here?" He sat down in the main seat and put the soy milk he was holding on the table. "You've all received yesterday's tasks. If you have any questions, keep them to yourself. I'll address them all later."

The eleven people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Hu Biao took a sip of soy milk, then leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"I know what you're thinking. Playing games, promoting games, collecting player ideas —"

You probably feel like this is a waste of time, but let me tell you, it's not a waste of time; it's helping me find inspiration.

He stood up, walked to the whiteboard at the front of the conference room, picked up a marker, and drew a large circle on the whiteboard.

"This is the moon."

Then I drew a little person next to the circle.

"This is an astronaut."

Then he drew a bulky oval outline around the little figure.

"This is the current spacesuit."

He turned around to face eleven people.

"You are all professionals, so I don't need to elaborate on the basic requirements of a spacesuit. Pressure maintenance, temperature control, radiation protection, oxygen supply, micrometeoroid protection, ease of movement—each one is a matter of life and death. To meet these requirements, what does a spacesuit look like now? It weighs over 200 kilograms, has a multi-layered structure, rigid joints, and an independent life support system. Wearing it is like being stuffed into a walking can."

He tapped on the whiteboard.

"This design has remained essentially unchanged since the first moon landing sixty years ago. Materials and processes have improved, the weight has been reduced a bit, and mobility has been improved a bit, but the fundamental logic remains the same: a person is put into a container, the container provides everything, and the person is just a passenger in the container."

What we need to do is pull people out of this jar.

"Alright, in a bit, categorize and summarize the information you've compiled and give it to me. Lu Yiran, come with me."

After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the office. Lu Yiran, with dark circles under her eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed, but still followed Hu Biao into the office amidst the strange looks from the other ten people.

"Buzz!"

After the office door closed, the small conference room erupted in a flurry of discussion.

Hu Biao glanced at Lu Yiran, who looked haggard, and asked, "How's it going? Have you finished the design?"

Lu Yiran took a deep breath, took out a tablet from her bag, and connected it to the office's projection system.

A design sketch appeared on the screen.

The overall silhouette remains that of a traditional spacesuit: a bulky torso, robust limbs, and a spherical helmet. However, lightweight alloy exoskeletons have been added to key joints; several sensor patches are distributed across the torso surface; an AR display system is integrated inside the helmet; and the miniaturized life support system on the back utilizes the latest miniaturization technology.

Next to the design drawings, the technical parameters and implementation paths are densely marked: "Articular exoskeleton: titanium alloy/carbon fiber composite material, electrically assisted, response latency & 50ms"

Sensor Networks: Distributed Flexible Sensors for Real-Time Monitoring of Physiological Parameters and Environmental Data

"AR Display System: Integrating Physiological Data, Environmental Information, and Communication Interface"

"Powertrain: Micro fuel cell + high-density lithium battery, providing a range of 8 hours"

Applications of biological neural mediators: signal transmission, sensor-control system connection

Lu Yiran's voice rang out, carrying the fatigue of a sleepless night and a hint of tension.

"My design concept is to base it on traditional spacesuits, utilize the characteristics of biological neurotransmitters, and integrate modern robotics technology to achieve lightweight and intelligent operation. The biological neurotransmitters here primarily perform two functions." She then displayed a second image, a magnified partial diagram.

"First, signal transmission. Traditional spacesuits require a lot of cables, which are heavy and prone to failure. Replacing these cables with biological neurotransmitters can significantly reduce weight while improving signal transmission efficiency and reliability."

"Second, the sensor-control system connection. Data collected by distributed sensors is transmitted in real time to the central control system via biological neural mediators. The system then adjusts the exoskeleton's assistive force, environmental parameters, and communication status based on the data."

She paused.

"This design allows the spacesuit to weigh around 80 kilograms, which is 60% lighter than traditional lunar spacesuits."

That's all. Increased mobility, enhanced intelligence, and improved battery life without sacrificing performance.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Hu Biao, her eyes showing a hint of nervousness.

Unfortunately, her design doesn't seem to meet the standard Hu Biao just mentioned: pulling people out of the jar.

Looking at the screen, Hu Biao raised an eyebrow, glanced at it for a few seconds, and gave his conclusion.

"Rubbish!"

Lu Yiran's face flushed red, and she barely suppressed the urge to smash the tablet in her hand into Hu Biao's face.

"Don't look at me like that. Do you know why I had those guys outside collect data? Because I know they can't possibly help my research at all right now; they can only do these menial tasks."

As he spoke, he took a tablet out of the drawer and connected it to the projection system.

A brand new design appeared on the screen.

Lu Yiran's eyes widened after just one glance.

"This—this is—"

The outline of a human body is clearly visible in the image. However, what covers the body is not a bulky white shell, but an extremely thin, semi-transparent membrane that clings tightly to the skin.

The membrane begins at the feet, extends upwards along the legs, covers the torso, arms, and neck, and finally connects to a similarly translucent, head-hugging "hood." The entire outline is almost the shape of the human body itself, without any bulky protrusions or stiff joints.

It looks like an astronaut's uniform from a science fiction movie.

Next to the design drawings, there were indeed four big characters: "Lunar Uniform"!

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