Perhaps you'll be interested in our waterproof plug and play model bionic legs.
I mean, that could be a direction they'll take it I'd imagine right? Slightly related story; I turned 40 years old this year and I've always been adventurous and had my share of fun but in that time I've always been exceptionally safe and managed to never break a bone or even earn a single stitch(granted, there were times I might have needed a couple but nursed myself around that).
That was until this year, I was hiking along the Sacramento River near Dunsmuir California this July and I lost my footing on some loose gravel and broke my leg whilst also dislocating my ankle. I first had to fight off going into shock which wasn't easy. Then I had to peel back my pant leg to determine if it was a compound fracture or not. My ankle was all rubbery and my foot was twisted back entirely the wrong way.
I'm 6'2" 255 lbs and I had an extremely heavy backpack on as well. I came down really hard onto my ankle which was extremely painful. I had to gather sticks and things in reach and use some cord I had to make a splint and then took to dragging myself backwards on my ass back up the trail. It took me roughly 4 hours to reach a point maybe only 100 yards away where I would be in sight of the trains that passed through that canyon.
I was worried the sun would set on me and I'd be wounded prey for mountain lions. I was screaming as loud as I could and nobody came to help, I don't think anyone heard me. Finally a freight train came and the crew on the head end for whatever reason just didn't see me flailing my arms violently at them for help.
They stopped when the train was about halfway past me, but this was because they do a crew change there and it didn't indicate at all whether or not they were sending help. After about 10 minutes a new crew would have been on board and that train began to move again. I was extremely lucky that further up the tracks towards the rear of the train a hobo had just hopped on.
I didn't see or hear him, as trains are really long but once the car he was riding on got to me I saw him and I yelled out. He was situating his gear on the back end of a grain car and once he realized I was in a dire situation he threw his pack off the train and jumped off to rescue me. I fell back onto the rocks in tears, it was a very emotional experience because I really thought I could die out there if nobody came to my rescue.
He hiked out of the canyon and called emergency services from a payphone at a store nearby. They drove me to a town about 15 miles away and that hobo hitchhiked and used public transportation to make his way to the hospital to bring me the rest of my belongings and be by my side like a brother would before I went into surgery. That man is forever my hero.
I didn't have a cell phone on me but it wouldn't have mattered in that canyon anyway, it's a dead zone. Now I sit here nearly three months later with my leg strapped up in a walking boot. I have no idea how long this is going to take to heal, but I think I've done something to make it worse recently. It was progressing, less pain and more strength. Now it hurts like hell deep inside to the core of my bones and I've almost lost the ability to stand without crutches again.
It's extremely frustrating and I'm afraid I could have an infection inside perhaps? I know I'm probably overreacting but I'm going to a doctor on Monday to find out anyway. Something just doesn't seem quite right about the way that I've been improving and now I feel like week one again. I've been imagining what gangrene might feel like inside, or bone cancer. I don't even know what's going on but it's been enough to put the thought in my head, could I possibly be losing my ability to walk forever? Is something going on inside that's irreversible at this point and they'll have to amputate?
I feel for anyone who's lost the ability to walk. Seeing these bionic legs being developed causes many emotions inside of me. I'm grateful that somebody is working towards making the lives of those without the luxury of simply walking significantly better. I hope I'm just overreacting and I am able to heal and walk again with both my legs. First thing I'm gonna do is find somewhere to volunteer, it's been really hard for me to ask for help so I want to be there for others so they don't have to even ask.