Skin-like sensors provide skin-like feeling
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http://news.stanford.edu/news/2011/october/stretchy-skinlike-sensor-102411.html
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Development of stretchable carbon nanotubes able to provide pressure sensation for a range of applications.
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Two monitors lit up overhead, one with each opponent's picture on it. Underneath was a grey line on a blue background. On the far left, a small line strobed. My heartbeat, He thought, trying to feel his pulse to the rhythm. It felt right, but Bergen had never felt smart enough to actually believe he was smart enough to do something that cool.
A red dot appeared on his left cornea and sent him fiddling with is left glove. Ten years ago, he thought, it was my damn car trunk doing this and now it's my clothes. One more attempt and the circuit finally completed, killing the LED in his left eye. He blinked a few times, Crappy wetware. Suit in place, he stepped into the ring. Arms flailing, he tried to get his blood flowing without too much sweat. The referee nodded and Bergen nodded back, though his was a bit more spastic and wide-eyed than the guy who wouldn't be taking the punches.
Across from him, Guzzeman stepped inside the circle and gave the same nod of readiness. All three turned to the judges as they poked at keyboards in front of terminals. Geeks, Bergen sneered, who've never taken a punch in their life. But they are paying the bills, so he shut up.
The announcer touched his headset, "Let's get ready to ruuuuuummmmmmbbbbblllleeeeee!!!!!!!"
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Bergen flopped on the stool, trying not to double over from the pain. "Hurtin?" That was Gurner, his trainer as much as Bergen could afford a trainer. "Yeah. It's gettin' bad. He glanced up at his screen. The grey line was mostly red, now. Over three-quarters, at least, and throbbing in perfect harmony with the blood thumping in his ears. Guzzeman's was right about half, meaning he was receiving less of a pain multiplier at each punch. Bergen suit was multiplying enough that Gurner's steadying hand on his shoulder, to keep his head still while he wiped off the sweat, was causing enough pain to trigger muscle spasms on that side.
Gurner came around and wiped down his face. "You gotta keep your arms in, you're taking too many body blows." Squirt, swish, spit. "Can you keep going?"
Bergen just nodded, closing his eyes to draw down the pain a bit. Damn, I miss the old days getting punched in the head. It was easier, being dumb was a bonus. "He keeps getting those body blows, he's goig to raise you to max. He's slowing down, so you need to kick into second gear. Get out there and hammer, just keep up the shots until he's staggered A few shots to the ribs'll raise the stakes a bit, okay?"
The bell rang and Bergen surged to his feet. He raised his arms and tucked his elbows.