After activating the personal computer, the screen was not an imaginary color touch screen. Instead, it was the kind of green screen that was commonly seen in old sci-fi movies. The control method was still a few big buttons protruding from the side of the screen.
Originally, it was said to be a "Personal computer." Moreover, it was so small, exquisite, and it could monitor the body's condition. Bick was quite looking forward to the technology content of this thing.
After all, in the pre-transmigration world, a personal computer terminal that could monitor the body's condition was still a concept machine.
Whether it was Apple or Microsoft, their market value was tens of billions or hundreds of billions. No one had been able to develop such a personal computer to a personal level.
And in the wasteland world, according to Kate, this kind of personal computer was the standard equipment for every wasteland traveler.
How could one describe the feeling of anticipation?
It was just like Christmas at the age of nine, full of anticipation for the Christmas dinner and presents.
In the end, the aunt who worked overtime ordered pizza for everyone, and the present was a gift from her work at the mall, a Santa Claus Doll.
Although the pizza was also very delicious, after all, it was usually hard to have a good meal, and the doll was also good.
However, it was always a little different from the big meals and gifts that he had imagined.
Now, Bick had this feeling.
For a moment, Bick's mind could not help but wander.
It was really a strange world. The technology was too crooked.
However, it was understandable.
The Cold War between the two camps in this world lasted for two centuries. In the end, they used nuclear and biological warfare to destroy each other for more than ten years. In addition, the wasteland world had developed for nearly a century after the war.
In theory, the time progress of the Wasteland World should be between the 23rd and 24th centuries according to the era of the World Bick had transmigrated to.
After all, no one in the wasteland world would study calendars, calculate years, months, days, and weeks.
Kate's statement about the start of the Apocalypse War for nearly a century was also based on the energy consumption of the freezing shelter she was in. It was not accurate.
In addition to the different historical processes and the war between the two camps, the survivors were developing again.
If the technology tree was not weird compared to the world that Bick had transmigrated to, then it would be truly weird.
On the way to the villa area, through small talk, Bick had heard a lot of common knowledge and anecdotes about the wasteland world from Kate.
For example, gene reagents that exploited one's potential to the extreme. Cold weapons, kinetic energy weapons, and energy weapons complemented each other.
Cars powered by gasoline and maglev sports cars powered by electricity and nuclear energy competed with each other in speed.
Of course, when they were on the road, Bick treated all of this as a story.
Now that he saw the physical object of the personal computer, he could feel the difference in technology between the two worlds. For a moment, his mind was shaken.
"It seems that this will be an interesting world?" A hint of an excited smile appeared on the corner of Bick's mouth.
Seeing that Bick had turned on his personal computer and was in a daze, Kate shook her head and sighed in her heart, "It's said that the children of the nobles are well-groomed. Why is this guy so useless?"
However, since he had already boarded the ship and accepted the other party's recruitment, he could only try his best to assist.
Immediately, she stepped forward to help him operate it.
Only when Kate raised her wrist did Bick come back to his senses.
With Kate's help, Bick quickly saw his physical condition.
Muscle Strength 6.3, bone strength 5.2, mental strength * * * * , nuclear radiation infection 3% , biochemical infection 5% .
Bick did not understand the specific reference to these numbers, and looked at Kate with an inquiring look.
Originally, it was very impolite to casually look at other people's personal computer terminals on the wasteland.
Only large-scale survivor bases would forcibly check the various passageways.
Therefore, after helping Bick to pull up the data of his physical condition, Kate averted her gaze very evasively.
Seeing Bick's gaze, Kate then turned her head back to look at the screen.
"Not bad muscle and bone strength. It's slightly higher than the standard of an adult male by 5 points.Kate's compliment was very insincere. After all, she did not want to hide this point at all.
Although he was looked down upon by this hot girl, Bick did not care about this point.
Compared to a person who had received gene injection and professional system training, what was there to compare?
To give a simple example, they were both adults. One was a professional Navy SEAL soldier, and the other was an ordinary city white-collar worker.
How could their muscle and bone strength be the same!
Therefore, Bick was only happy that his muscle and bone strength were higher than the standard value of five points for an adult male.
At the very least, he didn't embarrass the six billion people of his kind in the world he had transmigrated to.
"Your mental strength... ?" Kate pressed a few more buttons, but the mental strength column was still a string of asterisks.
Just when Bick thought that Kate would take out some tools to repair this personal computer.
After all, this was a personal computer. He thought that it should be treated with the same care as the Apple 15 that maxed out its credit card before he traveled back in time?
Kate looked at Bick with an inquiring gaze. Bick pursed his lips and nodded in agreement.
Then, Kate gently raised Bick's left hand that was wearing the personal computer and placed it on her left hand. She raised her right hand high and under Bick's dull gaze.
"Clap, clap..." A series of slapping sounds continued to ring out.
Kate's method of repairing electrical appliances that were not easy to use was exactly the same as her aunt's. There was only one word, "Clap"!
"Oh, no, no, you can't do this. Although it's yours, it's already given to me. Please be gentle with it." After being patted seven or eight times, Bick finally reacted and hurriedly pulled his hand out.
Kate, this hottie, was really ruthless. Even though the PC was as thick as a cigarette box, it shook Bic's hand until it went numb.
One could imagine what kind of treatment this PC had received at that moment.
Kate pursed her lips. "Anyway, it was taken from the hands of a pervert who attacked me at night. If it's broken, so be it."
Hearing that the personal computer was taken from a corpse, Bick felt the hair on his wrist stand up.
As for why it was a corpse?
Thinking about it, with Kate's violence, it would be difficult for the guy who attacked her at night to escape unscathed.
"Hah," Bick exhaled on the personal computer screen, Bick carefully wiped it with his sleeve.
Since it was a second-hand product of some unlucky guy, it was not a big deal to have some quality problems. However, Bick still cared about it.
After all, the last two columns of his physical condition showed that the radiation exposure was 3% and the biochemical exposure was 5%.
Without the personal computer to check at any time, Bick was really afraid that he would suddenly grow two heads and eight hands.