The Mech Touch novel Chapter 5341

As Ves continued to put his effort into both his studies and his mech design projects, he grew more and more discontented over time.

His performance was beginning to fall behind.

The problem hadn't been that obvious back when he stayed in Davute or in the expeditionary fleet.

He was by far the best and most competent mech designer in the Design Department.

Other second-class mech designers such as Gloriana, Sara Voiken, Cormaunt Hempkamp and most recently Beatrix Hendrix simply could not keep up with his workpace.

Each of them grew up under excellent conditions and became excellent Journeyman Mech Designers despite their relative youth. Their cranial implants played a major role in boosting their work efficiency.

Nonetheless, there was a vast gulf between second-class cranial implants and first-class cranial implants. These crucial devices combined with complementary gene treatments could transform any ordinary human into a partially digitized powerhouse.

The total fusion between human ingenuity and advanced processing allowed mech designers and other engineers to work on the most advanced technologies without getting lost.

The better the cranial implant, the higher the increase in productivity!

There was an astronomical price gap between a second-class cranial implant and a first-class cranial implant.

The latter encompassed an enormous price range. The cheapest ones usually cost a few thousand MTA credits while the most expensive ones that were exclusively designed for high-ranking mech designers and such could cost hundreds of times more than the price of a typical first-class multipurpose mech!

The increase in performance was nowhere near as exaggerated, though. Paying 100 times more for a cranial implant may very well only increase a mech designer's work speed by only several times.

While it was somewhat possible to combine the inherent processing capabilities of a cranial implant by linking it up with lots of external processing banks, there were many limitations and complications to this approach.

The security of this approach was dubious. The tiny but still significant lag between transferring signals between two radically different computer systems made it impossible for the human mind to completely merge with the data systems of a starship or a well-equipped design lab.

In fact, Diandi Base actually came with a respectable centralized processing room. It featured a decent general computer core as well as enough processor banks to exceed the total processing power of the Spirit of Bentheim!

Unfortunately, neither Ves nor Gloriana could make use of their respective cranial bioimplants to intuitively connect with the external processors.

This meant that the pair could only make limited use out of the powerful processing capabilities.

Tasks that required a lot of number crunching but little ingenuity such as running simulations, solving problems by relying on brute force and performing a dizzying number of repetitive calculations was the extent of what mech designers could do with all of this processing power.

While that certainly made their jobs a lot easier, it still fell short of equipping themselves with a cranial implant that stuffed all of that processing power directly in their heads! _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Of course, the advanced technology and extremely powerful exotics needed to create such an amazing cranial implant rapidly became increasingly less accessible!

The effect of the law of diminishing returns had become extremely strong at this point. The complexities involved with trying to cram more performance in such a tiny and interconnected package became exponentially more difficult to handle.

Nonetheless, a lot of rich and wealthy people continued to invest lots of wealth into their development.

The market for high-end implants was constantly booming. In an environment where every rival and competitor did their utmost to snatch up the limited opportunities that were available, anyone who refused to invest enormous sums in themselves would inevitably get pushed out of power!

Ves did not experience this pressure that much back when he was hanging around in the middle zones, but now that he had entered the Agamemnon Upper Zone, he became surrounded by excellent first-raters whose cranial implants impressed him on a daily basis!

From Jovy Armalon to the wealthier students who attended his classes, Ves constantly became reminded that his 'hardware' could no longer keep up with his new peers.

In order to get a better sense of difference between himself and the Terrans, Ves planned an exercise during a practical class of his Advanced Manual Superfab Operation course.

He stood in front of the 100 awed and respectful fourth and fifth year mech design students.

Being able to teach them in the flesh as opposed to doing so by remote had only increased the attentiveness of his classes.

Even though Ves was still a second-class mech designer, it was a big deal to get taught by a tier 3 galactic citizen!

Ves did not even have to resort to parlor tricks like unveiling his glow or channeling any of his design spirits to keep these Terran students in line.

He activated a projection that depicted a scaled-down version of a generic second-class mech. It was roughly the size of a person, which meant that it looked similar to a suit of combat armor.

"Each of you have spent enough weeks on familiarizing yourselves with the operation of a superfab. You have learned how to configure its settings to your liking. You have learned a repertoire of fundamental skills. You have gained proficiency in fabricating many of the common parts at an acceptable degree of efficiency. Today is the time to test how much progress you have made. I want each of you to fabricate a copy of this simplified design for the remaining duration of this class. While the scale model is only a simplified second-class machine, I have made sure to add plenty of tricky nuances in its design. If you think you can rely on automation to do all of the work, then you will be sorely disappointed."

Although the Terran mech design students were too polite and well-educated to groan, Ves could clearly sense that the brats were anything but amused!

Kelly McAfee raised her hand.

"Is this a graded test, professor?"

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