My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible Chapter 562 Record Breaking Numbers
Previously on My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible...
Upon hearing Diego's words about the itching sensation, the nurse accessed her glass tablet. She reviewed the data being transmitted by the nanites, and the information she saw left her utterly astonished.
The monitoring display had updated the instant the nanites became active.
She had anticipated data streams. Her briefing had outlined the monitoring output, detailing the predictable columns of biological variables, nanite activity indicators, and repair progress trackers, the handling of which she had spent two full days learning during orientation.
However, the unprecedented speed of the nanites' operation was not covered in her briefing.
The nanite activity column wasn't in its initialization phase. It wasn't running a startup sequence or establishing baseline readings before commencing work. Instead, it was already at peak operational capacity, with every indicator live, the biological assessment concluded, and the repair prioritization already finalized.
She had only depressed the injector thirty seconds prior.
Her gaze shifted from the display to Diego, and then back to the display.
In merely thirty seconds, the nanites had completely mapped every biological variable within his body. This included the bilateral amputation sites, the pathways responsible for phantom limb pain, the nerve terminations at both residual limbs, existing scar tissue, markers of malnutrition, iron deficiency, and the specific neurological signature of his PTSD. Every single secondary condition noted in the intake scan had been assessed, prioritized, and integrated into an active repair queue.
She then focused on the nerve regeneration indicator for the left residual limb.
It wasn't displaying zero percent. It had already reached two percent, and she watched as it climbed to three percent.
"Thomas," she stated, without averting her eyes from the display.
Thomas was already in motion. He crossed the room and peered at the display over her shoulder. He read it once, then a second time.
"Monitoring room?" he inquired into his tablet. "Are you seeing this?"
The response from the monitoring room was immediate. "Confirmed. We have full output. All indicators are live. Nanite activity is—yes. We see it."
A brief silence followed as the individuals on the other end absorbed the information they were witnessing.
"All six volunteers are active," the medical data analyst reported. "All six displays are live. Deployment confirmed across the board."
Thomas directed his gaze back to Diego.
Diego sat perfectly still, his hands resting on his thighs, his eyes fixed slightly above the holographic monitoring display positioned over his cot.
His expression was one of intense concentration. There was no hint of pain or fear; rather, it was filled with a profound curiosity and deep focus on the internal processes occurring within him.
Marco observed Diego's face intently.
"Ask him," Thomas prompted softly.
Marco posed the question, and Diego responded without shifting his gaze from his point of focus.
"He says the itching is in both legs," Marco relayed. "Not just the left. Both. He says it's a deep sensation, not on the skin. It's internal."
Thomas looked at the display. The nerve regeneration indicator for the right residual limb had just surpassed one percent.
"That's the nanites," Thomas affirmed. "Inform him that the nanites are working. Tell him that sensation is correct."
Marco translated, and Diego listened. A subtle shift then occurred in his posture.
His mother instinctively placed her hand over her mouth.
Thomas remained silent, for there was nothing to articulate that the display wasn't already conveying.
The nerve regeneration indicators for both limbs continued their steady ascent.
***
In Maya's room, the procedure unfolded with a greater sense of quietude.
Maya watched the injector with meticulous attention. When the nurse positioned it at her shoulder, Maya looked away, choosing not to witness the insertion.
She registered the injection site merely as a pressure, nothing more, and then it was over. The nurse withdrew the injector, announcing the procedure was complete.
Maya glanced at her shoulder. Then, she looked at the nurse.
"That was it?" she inquired.
"That was it," the nurse confirmed.
Maya contemplated this statement.
"I expected something more significant," she remarked.
The nurse offered a gentle smile. "The nanites are exceedingly small."
Maya accepted this explanation without further comment, settling back onto the pillow.
Rosa continued to hold her hand tightly.
Approximately thirty seconds after the nanites were deployed, Maya's expression transformed.
"Mamá," Maya uttered.
"I'm here."
"Something is happening."
Rosa's grip on Maya's hand intensified.
"I know," Rosa responded. "That's meant to happen. It's why we came here."
Maya was silent for a moment.
"It doesn't hurt," she observed.
"Good," Rosa replied, her voice remarkably steady. She was determined not to cry in front of Maya, a resolution she had made before departing Guatemala City and intended to uphold.
Maya gazed at the ceiling, keeping her hand clasped in her mother's, allowing whatever was beginning to unfold undisturbed.
***
In Piotr's chamber, the nurse concluded the injection and retreated, leaving Piotr to sit with his hands resting in his lap as he waited.
He had cultivated a remarkable talent for waiting. Indeed, waiting had become second nature.
The initial sensation was a comforting warmth, originating in his chest and gradually spreading outwards with a slow, consistent pace. It evoked the early effects of a pain reliever, yet he hadn't used any for weeks, as they had long ceased to be effective.
His gaze drifted to his hands.
For months, his hands had been subjects of his concern. The pervasive fatigue, the alarming weight loss, and so much more had taken their toll. However, his hands now lay still in his lap, and a gentle warmth coursed through him. He found himself in a room on the moon, the window beside his bed offering a view through one-way glass into a corridor. There, observers from Poland stood with notebooks poised. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: it felt peculiar to be observed by his own countrymen.
He turned his attention to the nurse.
"Something is happening," he stated, his words in Polish.
The nurse consulted the display, then met his gaze.
"Yes," she confirmed. "It is."
Piotr inclined his head. His eyes then fell upon his daughter, who stood beside his bed, her hand resting gently on his shoulder.
He covered her hand with his own.
Silence hung between them, unspoken understanding passing through their touch. Words were unnecessary.
He simply continued to wait, embracing the skill he had honed, allowing the warmth to permeate his being.
***
Within the base's monitoring room, all six volunteer displays were active, broadcasting simultaneously.
Medical data analysts diligently observed their stations, their eyes flicking between the various displays, meticulously logging system-flagged events and delving into detailed views of specific indicators when rapid numerical shifts occurred.
The general physician overseeing the monitoring room stood centrally, surveying the comprehensive grid. All six cells glowed green, active and transmitting, each depicting nanite activity at peak operational output.
Nerve regeneration indicators were prominently displayed on four of the six screens. Diego's display showed an active malnutrition correction queue alongside the neural repair processes, indicating the nanites were executing parallel repairs without any apparent interference. Volunteer 42's neurological repair display for Parkinson's exhibited activity in regions the physician hadn't anticipated showing such swift improvement.
She initiated a detailed view for Volunteer 42.
Nanite activity within the substantia nigra had already reached seven percent and was steadily increasing. The dopamine pathway assessment had been successfully completed, and the repair prioritization had been established.
Her eyes remained fixed on the screen.
Throughout her twenty-two years of experience, she had witnessed the medical literature concerning Parkinson's treatment advance in such minuscule increments that statistical analysis was required to perceive any change. Progress was measured by months of data across thousands of patients to establish even a marginal effect.
The display before her, however, showcased structural repair activity within a single patient's dopamine pathways in real-time, a mere eleven minutes after nanite deployment.
The numbers displayed were nothing short of record-breaking!
Stepping back from the monitor, she retrieved her tablet and began documenting her findings. Her hand moved steadily across the device as the displays continued to update and the numbers relentlessly climbed.