Chapter 697
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Patrick was engrossed in playing with a few mechanical arms and legs at the booth.
“Brenna, are these for people with disabilities?” The mechanical arm’s ability to execute precise, intricate movements fascinated him.
“Smart boy,” Brenna said, smiling. She hadn’t explained before that these were prosthetic limbs designed to restore mobility and independence for those with disabilities. Compared to conventional prosthetics, these offered enhanced flexibility, breathability, and stability, though they came at a higher cost.
The research team was focused on lowering expenses to make them accessible to ordinary families.
Several prosthetics manufacturers showed interest in acquiring the designs and paused to discuss specifics with Tommy.
Brenna was confident in her company’s creations, certain they would attract strong partnerships.
“Brenna, I need to use the restroom,” Patrick whispered, gently pulling Brenna’s hand.
“I’ll accompany you,” Brenna replied.
By eleven in the morning, the exhibition hall was noticeably busier, buzzing with activity. Brenna, Tommy, and a few engineers were too engrossed to notice a man clad entirely in black, wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a mask, loitering near their booth for an extended period.
The team was preoccupied with showcasing products to the crowd gathered at the booth.
Brenna was deeply engaged, explaining to a representative from a medical equipment firm, “This robotic arm is highly advanced. It integrates neural components and a chip, syncing seamlessly with the brain. It’s a complete substitute for a human arm, ideal for those with disabilities. And it’s reasonably priced; a full-arm prosthetic costs just over two hundred thousand.”
The representative shook his head promptly. “That’s still too expensive for most people. Your design is impressive, and the arm is top-notch, but it’s geared toward affluent clients, not average users.”
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Brenna had expected this. “You’re correct—it’s a stretch for families earning a few thousand a month. But what about high-end clients?”
The man shook his head again. “High-end clients with disabilities are a small demographic, Ms. Harper. Do you have a more budget-friendly option? Something still intelligent like this? If so, we will place an order today.”
Brenna paused, then turned to Tommy. “Did we bring the simplified model, the single-arm version with one neuron and chip?”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah, it’s stashed under the table. It was too basic, so I didn’t display it.”
Brenna and Tommy knelt to retrieve a box from beneath the table, unveiling a less complex robotic arm.
“Watch out!” Tommy suddenly spotted the man in black, who had been eavesdropping the whole time. The man unscrewed a water bottle and, in a shocking move, flung the liquid directly at Brenna’s face.
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