[Congratulations! You have unlocked Advanced Mechanical Prosthesis Technology – Version 1.0]
[No immune rejection, no phantom limb pain, low production cost, powered by the human body's bioelectricity. No external recharging required.]
[System Recommendation: Start production immediately to generate research points.]
[Current human body mechanization level: 5%. Required level for mechanical ascension: 98%.]
Elías Mendoza stared at the data floating before his eyes, incredulous. As a chronic heart patient, he had studied biomechanics out of desperation, seeking technologies his body could never afford. He knew the flaws of current systems: allergic rejection, infections, neuromuscular control limitations, the tormenting phantom pain that many patients tearfully described.
But what he saw before him… was a revolution.
A prosthetic arm that connected directly to neurons, without cables, without external calibrations, without batteries. Just bioelectricity.
It was at least 50 years ahead of the global market. Neither Boston Dynamics nor the German consortiums had anything like it.
"With this... I can change everything," he murmured.
A USB drive appeared in his hand, as if by digital magic. The system had loaded all the technology onto it. Elías was barely processing the miracle when he heard footsteps at the plant entrance.
Five men dressed in leather jackets crossed the rusty doors. At the front came a burly, bald man with a face weathered by the sun and disappointment.
"Mr. Elías Mendoza? I'm Mauricio Barrientos, COO of Neotex Norte. We've been waiting for you."
Elías looked at him with a mixture of nerves and determination. He knew this was the real beginning. He smiled politely:
"Director Barrientos, it's a pleasure. Let's go inside." I'd like to see this factory they talk so much about.
The tour was quick but informative. The plant had six production lines, 560 employees, and manufactured conventional prostheses, orthoses, orthopedic shoes, and some cosmetic surgery products. The problem was obvious: its equipment was outdated, and annual revenue barely exceeded 34 million pesos.
"Compared to the parent company," Barrientos explained, "this plant is a marginal workshop. But in the national prosthetic sector, we're almost leaders."
Elías frowned.
"That's not enough. In three months, we'll have revenues of three billion pesos."
Barrientos almost choked on his own saliva. He looked at him, confused, followed by stifled laughter from other executives.
"Mr. Mendoza," said one of them, engineer Marcela Soto, "the prosthetic industry in all of Mexico doesn't reach three billion pesos annually. You can't triple that in a quarter." It's not... realistic.
"Not with miracles, not with Japanese robots, not with the president investing directly," added another, the head of production, Alfredo Murguía. "This is a lost game, with all due respect."
But Elías said nothing. He just took out the USB, turned it over in his fingers, and placed it in front of Barrientos.
"What if I told you this could perform that miracle?"
Barrientos received it with indifference. He thought it was some plagiarized blueprint or a pointless experimental design. But when he inserted the drive into his laptop, his expression changed instantly.
First there was silence. Then, the nervous clicks of the mouse. Then, labored breathing.
Neural interconnection codes. Mechanical arm models with internal kinetic sensors. Regenerative materials with bioactive polymers. Technology that not even the US Department of Defense had classified.
"Good Lord..."
Elías crossed his arms.
"This is just the first model." I have a whole tree of technologies to unlock. But I need production, distribution… and believers.
Barrientos stared at him. He underestimated him. Like everyone else.
"Mr. Mendoza… I have no words. This could change world medicine."
"No. This will change Mexico first."
The system flashed in his mind with a new notification:
[First step completed: delivery of technology to operational level.]
[Next mission: functional prototype in 7 days.]
[Additional objective: first 100 satisfied users.]
Elías smiled.
The war had begun. And this time, the forgotten son came with technology the world wasn't yet ready to understand.