I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1891  Strange Interview - 2

20 minutes later, a total of 32 people were dismissed from the bunch.

These people cursed their slow natures, wishing they could go back in tand slap the living daylight out of their former selves.

Who wouldn't feel terrible when coming this close to crossing the finish line?

(:TvT:)

They left today, but sswore to keep a look out for this job, swearing that when next such job gets posted, they will cback in full force, prepared to make it through till the end.

Bubuum… Bubuum…

The hearts of those following behind the red haired lady, didnt stop beating chaotically when knowing they had made it through.

Gina and Timothy were among the bunch. And they could tell anyone that it sure did feel great to be standing on the side of victory.

"Everyone, once we cross the silver doors, your interview will commence!"

Really? So soon? Although they hated to admit it, the excitement from earlier made them forget about the actual interview. What should they tell the interviewers? With how foggy the job post was, what in particular are these interviewers looking for?

Many found that the closer they got to the massive silver doors, the more butterflies they had churning in their stomachs.

Even the ever confident and chill Gina felt her face swelling with worry. "Today is phase one of your interviews. And in Phase 1, you will have 6 sub tests to pass, which is why we will be separating you into 6 groups."

With a snap of her finger, the others standing beside the lady quickly swarmed past them, breaking them up in a flash.

Gina found that she and Timothy were still in the sgroup, but now had to answer to a slender but quick-witted man in his mid-30s. Well, although he looked slender, his muscles were fully defined all through his body. Timothy and Gina gave each other tactful smiles, happy they were still with each other here. And then the double-sided silver doors finally opened, revealing a site that left them dumbfounded.

Why were they now seeing rows of hundreds of medical beds, and doctors and nurses there on standby?

"Everyone, bear in mind that Test 1 equates to 15%, and the sum of test 2, 3,4 and 5 equal only 10%... However, the final test, Test 6, equates to 75%."

In other words, if they fail Test 6, you are automatically out!

Many swallowed hard, wondering what made test 6 so special for it to be graded so highly. "Group 1, this is where we will leave you. Once you're done, you will move to the next test…. As for everyone else, keep up."

Ah…

Timothy followed closely, but still threw his head behind his shoulders to get a glimpse of the doctors and nurses readying their needles for insertion. Understand that before coming here today, everyone had already signed and submitted documents to the company email, agreeing to doing medical examinations and what not. It's just that they didn't think the medical examination would be happening right before their very eyes here.

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Soon, Timothy, Gina and many others were dropped off at the 4th testing site. What were these machines?

"Everyone, these machines are one of the latest in NASA technology. Yes, our company's nis NASA," The slender man called Jing spoke. "Please, step forward and follow my instructions, as well as that of the other instructors here in the room."

"Alright, 00000183," a lead exercise physiologist calmly called out while ticking something on her file. "Ready to show us what you've got?"

"Let's do this!" Timothy nodded, trying to mask his nerves with a confident smile.

Soon, Timothy was dead focused on the test.

"Your first test is an isokinetic strength assessment on the Biodex dynamometer."

From what Timothy gathered, Isokinetics assessments are performed to assess muscle strength and function using something called a Biodex isokinetic dynamometer.

An assessment involves isolating the muscle of interest and performing maximal muscle contractions. The data from this assessment can then be used to determine how strong the muscle is, and how it functions when working in isolation. "Now, strap on."

"Right!"

Timothy strapped himself into the machine, gripping the lever as instructed. "We'll be measuring the peak torque and total work output of your knee and shoulder extensors and flexors," the physiologist explained.

'What is this feeling?' (0o0)

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As the machine whirred to life, Timothy pushed against the resistance, his muscles straining with each repetition. Dammit! It was hard. Timothy had never felt such resistance before.

Sweat beaded on his brow, but he refused to let up, powering through the burn until the set was complete.

Finally done!!

The moment he was told he could stop, Timothy felt refreshed. But how did he do? Did he pass their criteria?

No matter how badly he wished to know, no one told him a thing and he dared not ask yet.

Next, he headed to what looked like a room filled with treadmills. But these treadmills were unique in a sense that a belt was placed on his waist and then connected to ropes attached to the ground

Dammit! How can anyone run in such conditions? He felt just moving along was quite tiring and tasking. Fortunately, it was also over in a flash after the interviewers got the information they needed. Now, they were leaving Test room 5 and heading straight for the one that intrigued them the most, which was in Test Room 6.

Everyone was now covered in sweat, but still looked forward to the Big test. 75%. This was the test that truly mattered because only by passing this test, could they dare to think of passing the Interview's first stage.

'NASA… what an odd nfor a company.' Timothy inwardly concluded. He swore he had never heard of any such company before. Of course, it might also be a company in the lower region, which could be why he has never heard of it before. NASA… what does it stand for? Or was that a true name?

The more he pondered, the more Timothy felt that this company was quite a mysterious one. Rubbing his chin, Timothy looked forward to joining this company more and more. But there was even something else that bothered him greatly. 'With all these physical examinations in play, I wonder where exactly we will be traveling to.'