Hiro couldn't wait to get started. He had Baymax stand in the center of the garage. "Okay, arms up," he said as he pulled an electronic device from a shelf. He quickly scanned Baymax, then rolled his chair over to his computer.

"Will apprehending¹ the man in the mask improve your emotional state?" Baymax asked. Hiro nodded. "Absolutely." Then he cracked his knuckles² and turned his computer on. "All right. Let's work on your moves."

He downloaded the scanned image of Baymax to his computer. A 3-D model of Baymax's soft body appeared on the screen. With Baymax peering curiously³ over his shoulder, Hiro began to program a new fighting chip.

On another screen, Hiro downloaded a martial⁴ arts video. With a smile, he linked the karate⁵ moves to the model of Baymax. Once the program was running, Hiro turned his chair around and looked at the robot.

"Now let's take care of this," he said, poking⁶ at Baymax's vinyl belly⁷. Hiro turned to a different computer screen and uploaded images of armor from throughout the ages. Hiro enjoyed mixing and matching the pieces until he came up with a suit of armor he liked.

He typed in the code that programmed his 3-D printer. With just a push of the print button, it created three-dimensional carbon-fiber objects in minutes. Hiro grabbed the first piece of armor and rolled his chair to where Baymax was waiting.

As he fitted each armor segment to Baymax, the fighting chip programming continued on another screen. The 3-D Baymax model was learning elaborate karate moves with every passing second.

Hiro finally added the last piece of armor to Baymax's soft body. "Now, that's more like it!" he said, admiring the hard shiny discs.

Hiro triumphantly⁸ placed a helmet on Baymax's head.

But Baymax simply stared at his armor. "I have some concerns," he said, tapping his hard belly. "This armor may undermine my nonthreatening, huggable design."

Hiro couldn't help laughing. "That's kind of the idea, buddy⁹. You look sick!"

"I cannot be sick. I am a robot," Baymax said.

Just then, an alert came from Hiro's computer: "Data transfer complete." The fighting program was ready! The red chip popped out of the drive and Hiro drew a skull¹⁰ on it.

He rolled over to Baymax and opened his access port. Then he gasped¹¹ when he saw Baymax's green health-care chip—Tadashi's name was written on it. Hiro froze for a second. It hurt to see Tadashi's handwriting. But then he remembered why he was doing this, and slid the fighting chip in next to Tadashi's.

"I fail to see how karate makes me a better health-care companion," Baymax stated.

"You want to keep me healthy, don't you?" Hiro asked as he gathered a pile of wooden boards to test out the new programming. But Baymax still didn't understand. Finally, Hiro held a board in front of Baymax and said, "Punch this."

With almost no effort, Baymax snapped the board in two.

"Ha! Yes!" Hiro yelled. He held up a series of boards and gave Baymax new commands.

"Hammer fist!" Hiro said, and Baymax shattered the board.

"Knife hand!" Hiro ordered, and the edge of Baymax's hand hit the board like a guillotine.

"Back kick!" Hiro shouted, and with the grace of a ninja, the giant robot split the board with his foot, launching the pieces out the garage door.

Hiro continued to have Baymax practice karate moves. Baymax's work was flawless. Hiro smiled approvingly and held up his hand. "Yeah! Fist bump!"

Baymax stared at Hiro's hand and blinked. "Fist bump is not in my fighting database."

Hiro laughed. "No, this isn't a fighting thing. It's what people do when they're excited ... you know, pumped up." Hiro bumped his fist against Baymax's and made an exploding sound.

Baymax blinked and made a mock exploding sound, too: "Bata-lata-la."

"There! Now you're getting it!" Hiro said. Baymax nodded. "I will add fist bump to my care-giving matrix."

Hiro kicked the garage door open and stepped out with a fully¹² armored Baymax. "All right," he said. "Now let's go get that guy!"

 

小宏迫不及待地开始了。他让大白站在车库的中间。“好了，把手举起来。”他边说边从架子上取下了一个电子设备。他快速地扫描了大白，然后将椅子转向他的电脑。

“抓到戴面具的男人会使你的情绪状态好转吗？”大白问道。小宏点点头：“那还用说。”他松了松指关节，打开电脑，“好了，先设计一下你的格斗技巧。”

他把扫描得到的大白的图片下载到了电脑中。大白柔软身体的3D模型呈现在了屏幕上。大白透过小宏的肩膀，好奇地看着小宏设计新的格斗芯片。

在另一台电脑上，小宏下载了一部武术视频。他微笑着把空手道的格斗身法与大白的模型连接起来。程序运行后，小宏把椅子转了过来看着大白。

“现在我们来搞定这个。”他说着戳了戳大白的乙烯基肚皮。小宏转向另一台电脑屏幕，上传了各个时代盔甲的图片。小宏混合搭着各种盔甲，直到组装出一套他喜欢的。

他输入一串代码，对3D打印机进行了编程。一按打印按钮，它在几分钟内就制造出了一些三维碳纤维物品。小宏抓起第一片盔甲，转过椅子朝大白的方向走去。

他给大白穿上各个部分的盔甲时，格斗芯片程序正在另一个屏幕上运行。随着时光每分每秒地流逝，大白的3D模型正在学习精心设计的空手道格斗术。

终于小宏把最后一片盔甲也装在了大白柔软的身体上。“现在更像那么回事了！”他边欣赏闪闪发光的坚硬盔甲边说道。

小宏得意地把头盔给大白戴上了。

可大白只是看着他的盔甲。“我有些担心，”他轻拍着自己坚硬的肚子说道，“这身盔甲可能会影响我纯良无害、讨喜的形象设计。”

小宏忍不住大笑道：“就是要这种效果，伙计。你看起来酷毙了！”

“我不会生病的，我是机器人。”大白说道。

就在这时，小宏的电脑发出一阵提示音：“数据传输完毕。”格斗程序完成了！红色的芯片从驱动器中弹了出来，小宏在上面画了一个骷髅头。

他转向大白，打开了他的访问端口。当看到大白身上插着还写有泰迪名字的绿色医疗芯片时，小宏有点透不过气。他愣了一下，看到泰迪的字迹好心痛。但他随即想起他做这些的原因，他把格斗芯片挨着泰迪的芯片插了进去。

“我看不出空手道对我成为更好的医疗顾问有什么帮助，”大白说道。

“你想让我保持健康，不是吗？”小宏一边问着一边抱起一堆木板来测试新程序。可是大白还是不理解。最后，小宏拿着一块板子站在大白面前说道：“打它。”

大白几乎毫不费力就啪的一声把板子打成了两截。

“哇！太棒了！”小宏大声叫道。他连续拿起许多块木板，并给了大白新的指令。

“锤拳！”小宏说道。大白打碎了那块板子。

“手刀！”小宏命令道。大白的手的边缘就像铡刀一样击在了板子上。

“后踢！”小宏喊道。随着优美如忍者的动作，这个大机器人用脚将木板劈了开来，碎片飞溅出车库的门。

小宏让大白继续练习这些空手道的格斗技巧。大白的动作完美无瑕。小宏赞许地微笑着举起他的手。“耶！碰拳！”

大白盯着小宏的手，眨了眨眼睛。“在我的格斗数据库中没有碰拳。”

小宏笑道：“不，碰拳不是格斗技巧，是大家兴奋的时候……知道吧，碰一下拳头。”小宏用自己的拳头碰了一下大白的，然后发出碰撞声。

大巴眨了眨眼睛，也模仿了一下碰撞声：“吧嗒啦嗒啦。”

“看！你现在会了。”小宏说。大白点点头。“我要把碰拳加到我的护理模型程序中去。”

小宏踢开车库门走了出去，后面跟着全副武装的大白。“好啦，”他说，“现在咱们去抓那个家伙！”

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