Dorio stepped forward, taking Maine's place on the cold med-chair.
As a former Animal, her build was all about chemical aggression, relying on massive doses of stimulants to shatter human physical limits and gain exaggerated muscle mass. This brought heavy damage and a brutal metabolic tax, plus a noticeable lag between her nervous system and those augmented muscle groups.
Osiris's scan immediately dove deep into her metabolic and endocrine systems.
"Your augmentation path is built on high-risk chems and aggressive ripping of your body's potential. Existing drug formulations are low-yield, and the bio-waste accumulation rate is too high—you're poisoning your own systems."
His tentacles connected to several specific nerve plexuses and miniature interfaces controlling metabolic regulatory organs. "I am recalibrating your liver enzyme secretion efficiency, kidney filtration rate, and neurotransmitter balance. This will significantly reduce drug toxicity residue and boost your metabolic clearance capabilities. Simultaneously, I am optimizing the transmission protocol between your neural signals and augmented muscle groups, eliminating the command lag."
Next, he took an auto-injector from a cryogenic freezer, containing a newly formulated, faintly fluorescent agent.
"This is a custom adaptive compound, recalculated based on your current physical parameters. It will stimulate your muscle potential with substantially higher efficiency, while its metabolic byproducts will reduce the tax on your body by over seventy percent.
Integrate a new, optimized training cycle with this formula, and you are modeled to achieve a side-effect-free peak in strength within four weeks. The Animals never saw anything this preem."
Next was Falco. His haphazardly pieced-together sensors and reconnaissance equipment from different eras were recalibrated one by one by Osiris.
Osiris not only adjusted the hardware parameters but, more crucially, upgraded its core data fusion and processing algorithms.
Falco watched his screens as the world sharpened. Information in his visual interface became clearer than ever before; data from different sources was perfectly layered, superimposed, and correlated; ineffective environmental interference and false alerts were reduced by about seventy percent; and the speed and accuracy of effective information acquisition were greatly improved. He could finally see the signal through the static.
Even Pilar's mechanical prosthetic shoulder, which Osiris had just repaired, underwent secondary fine-tuning.
Osiris optimized the instantaneous response curve of power transmission, increasing its reaction speed by another crucial percentage point, making weapon-handling movements smoother and more precise.
Rebecca's new cybernetic eyes were loaded with a set of more efficient target recognition and background filtering algorithms written by Osiris himself, significantly reducing visual interference and misjudgments caused by the complex and chaotic light and shadow environment of Night City.
She now had a built-in aim-assist that filtered out all the noise.
Finally, it was Sasha. Osiris's operation on her was the most delicate and cautious. His tentacles connected to the advanced data interface at the back of her head with an almost absolutely stable, slow movement.
"Your neural network is your most valuable asset, but its complexity also denotes extreme fragility."
Osiris' synthesized voice seemed to lower even further at this moment, as if to avoid creating any ambient data interference.
"Deep scan commencing. Clearing long-accumulated neural cache fragments, repairing microscopic data-rot, and reinforcing the active response logic of your cognitive ICE. I will load a neural signal stabilization and buffering protocol modified by me. It can provide about five percent additional stability redundancy during high-intensity jacking or severe backlash, reducing the risk of your wetware being overloaded."
Sasha closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She felt a cold, absolutely precise, and stable force operating in her most sensitive brain implant area, meticulously sorting through complex neural currents. The entire process brought no pain; instead, it was accompanied by a strange sense of clarity, as if every vague glitch in her thoughts had been completely polished smooth.
When Osiris finished debugging all the team members, the workshop fell into a brief silence. Every member of the Maine Team was immersed in the wonderful feeling brought by their systematically optimized physical functions.
This enhancement did not come from a crude strengthening of a single component, but rather from the entire body system reaching a state of high harmony and optimal resource allocation—a more profound, comfortable, and controllable power than they had ever experienced.
"This... this is just through tuning and software optimization?" Falco looked at his hands in disbelief, feeling an unprecedented sense of device control. "You didn't replace any chrome?"
"The true essence of technology lies in a deep understanding and synergistic optimization of existing systems, not in blindly replacing components."
Osiris replied calmly, his words containing an absolute mastery of the essence of technology. "The most efficient solutions are often hidden in the reintegration of existing resources and the maximization of potential."
Maine took a deep breath, trying to suppress his excitement. As the team leader, he saw not only the improvement of individual abilities but also a huge leap in the entire crew's future potential.
"Boss, if this is just a tune-up... what if we want to go further? Real hardware upgrades? Like Rebecca's new optics." His eyes were filled with a craving for greater power.
Osiris's crimson optical lens scanned each of them.
"Affirmative."
He walked to the main control terminal and quickly brought up several complex blueprint summaries. These plans were generated in real-time based on the detailed body data, neural tolerance thresholds, and combat style preferences of each person obtained from the deep scan just now.
"Based on your biological foundations, neural stress limits, and tactical roles, I have designed a complete hardware upgrade path for each of you."
The light screen displayed the plan designed for Maine, focusing on stronger internal support structures, energy cores, and impact management systems; the plan designed for Dorio focused on further optimizing the synergy between her biochemical metabolism and muscle response systems, and provided a more advanced drug formulation route.
The plan designed for Falco was a highly integrated, multi-spectral, multi-mode environmental sensing and data processing suite; the plan designed for Pilar focused on comprehensively enhancing his neural interface and stabilization system for precise operations and weapon control.
The plan designed for Rebecca involved safely and efficiently integrating heavier external weapon platforms with her nervous system; the plan designed for Sasha was an extremely advanced implant unit focused on top-tier neural protection, data encryption, and processing speed.
The design philosophy of each plan was bold and ingenious, and its technical indicators and achieved effects far exceeded any top-tier chrome available in Night City. These blueprints directly addressed their deepest desires to break through their own limits, leaving Maine and the others glowing, their breathing unconsciously quickening.
"Can these... truly be achieved with existing tech?" Dorio's voice carried a hint of an imperceptible tremor.
"As long as there are compliant biological materials, rare alloys, energy cores, and corresponding precision manufacturing equipment, within my technical system, transforming and enhancing any organic life form far beyond its current level is feasible."
Osiris's tone carried a calmness based on absolute technical confidence. "Its theoretical limit is even comparable to the... The highest standards of the Omnissiah."
His words had an almost imperceptible microsecond pause here, and then his crimson optical lens seemed to instantly adjust its focus, becoming more profound, and the atmosphere in the workshop seemed to suddenly solidify.
A very slight airflow sound came from under his faceplate, which sent an inexplicable chill through everyone who heard it.