Dib kissed back and then led the way out of the room, talking the whole time.
"Neural transceivers. I was talking to Vriska about her robotic prosthetic arm, and how it's directly attached to the tissue and muscle of what's left of her natural arm. It uses the electrical pulses sent from the brain to move, and she says it works just as well as any natural arm ever did for her. I got to thinking, what if it could work better than that? Instead of waiting for the impulses to register in the prosthetic, which probably has something of a delay, because the nerves and tissue of her arm are damaged, why not work with a neural transceiver? That way it's coming from the source - or at least closer to it - and give more subtle instruction in what to do. She says she has middling small motor function, which leads me to believe that her guy, while talented, hasn't figured out how to properly program things for minor movements that make things more fluid." He settled down on his stool in front of his work bench and held up something that looked like a microchip, which it basically was.
"Which is what got me to thinking, why just program for things that the body can normally do? Why stop there? She's got a robotic arm, for fuck's sake, she could upgrade it and make it do all *sorts* of shit, like it was as natural as flipping the bird."
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"Neural transceivers. I was talking to Vriska about her robotic prosthetic arm, and how it's directly attached to the tissue and muscle of what's left of her natural arm. It uses the electrical pulses sent from the brain to move, and she says it works just as well as any natural arm ever did for her. I got to thinking, what if it could work better than that? Instead of waiting for the impulses to register in the prosthetic, which probably has something of a delay, because the nerves and tissue of her arm are damaged, why not work with a neural transceiver? That way it's coming from the source - or at least closer to it - and give more subtle instruction in what to do. She says she has middling small motor function, which leads me to believe that her guy, while talented, hasn't figured out how to properly program things for minor movements that make things more fluid." He settled down on his stool in front of his work bench and held up something that looked like a microchip, which it basically was.
"Which is what got me to thinking, why just program for things that the body can normally do? Why stop there? She's got a robotic arm, for fuck's sake, she could upgrade it and make it do all *sorts* of shit, like it was as natural as flipping the bird."