"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Representative Foley walked towards her with a smile, without half affection, with a cold and hideous expression.

"There's something you don't know."

"There are a lot of things I don't know, but I know that if I were a kid I would thank you for everything you are about to do, maybe this is the right key to saving many people from the unbearable pain and loneliness."

Representative Foley knew what Myoguchi meant by this, and he remembered the Japanese girl sitting in the car, who looked like two people in front of him, who was weak, lonely, mysterious, and had a Lolita-like appearance.

But they weren't the same person, and he couldn't see them as one. Who a person is, maybe he or she doesn't say it or not, it all depends on the judgment of the people around him.

He thought of the cases of survivors of accidents in neurology class, the drastic changes in personality caused by frontal lobe injuries, and the fact that no one around him recognized that person's original identity until he died, and that fathers, sons, husbands, and social and moral experiments of scientists could not recognize that they had original personality traits.

As a result, a person loses his or her original self in the eyes of others and becomes a non-existent other being.

It's a big joke that someone else has the final say on who we are. But no one laughed out.

"Who's going to do this, put the film here." Representative Foley points to his forehead.

"Me."

"You?"

"Will you come to my house and put your hands in it, or will you bring a robot that can fit into a car?"

"A robot that can fit in a handbag."

"Alright, alright, alright." Representative Foley knows she won't answer any more useful questions next.

"I'm going to rest."

"Good night."

Representative Foley doesn't say goodnight, and as if she were going out from her own house, Representative feels like she knows the house like a hostess.

And how this feeling came about, he thinks, can only be said to be an intuition, and an intuition that is more terrible than this is now confirmed again and becomes a fact.

A palm-sized spider-like robot, milky white throughout, curled up like a soft egg. It has 7 claws when opened.

"Which company came out?"

"We have our own engineers."

"So it's definitely not FDA tested either."

"There's no need for that. If you have it, you can do it. ”

"This thing has such speed, accuracy and power."

If Forlì had studied this dexterous little guy in normal times, but now he was going to operate on his brain, and those milky white antennae would go deep into his brain, but the brain was unconscious, there were no sensory organs, and the brain could be operated on without anesthesia.

"There's probably a little bit of sour from here, and if you need medication, we can make the process feel nothing."

"Why don't you use non-invasive, can't you make it?"

"Of course, we can build it, the original design was an invisible lens that only required one millionth of a watt, and the ophthalmic nerve is a direct extension of the human brain, so there is an inevitable problem."

"Hell."

"The good thing about neurofilm is that the energy requirements are just as effective and won't run out, at least for 200 years of use."

Representative Foley clutches his stomach, where there is a wave of nausea, 200 years, the duration of the human brain's survival. Why does it take so long.

"You guys are really thoughtful, judging from the case of the invasion, artificial intelligence is far less far-sighted than yours." Representative Foley's tone was slightly sarcastic, and he knew it wouldn't have any emotional impact on the woman in front of him. She had entered a state of concentration, and nothing could distract her from the precise accomplishment of her purpose.

"I don't want to know how it got in. But, let me see that thing. Representative Foley stretches out his hand to signal that the request cannot be refused.

Mussel Lingmei nodded, and took out a white box from her handbag, which looked like a box containing a wedding ring.

I don't know how to do it, maybe it's a fingerprint or fingerprint plus heartbeat detection, and physical analysis, in short, such a password box has multiple biometric encryption settings.

Mussel Lingmei blew on it like a magician, and the box turned into a circular transparent circle as if it had melted, with a slight blue light in the middle, as if the stars were twinkling at night, if it hadn't emitted light, I am afraid that the naked eye would not have seen where it was.

"Let's get started."

Foley knows there's no turning back from now on, and he has to make sure once again that he made the right decision, or at least the best he could.

He will give Bellus an explanation, he knows who caused his death, he knows their purpose, and he can see the problem clearly with the simplest logic.

He was sure that José would receive his letter tomorrow, written on white paper and pen, with only two lines, but if things were as he had speculated, two lines would be enough to make it clear.

Perhaps the most terrifying result is that everyone can't believe what Ephia says, if that's the case, Foley has figured it out, and if his reasoning is not wrong, he can tell Ephia everything in person after the operation, but until then, he can't see her or talk to her about any jellyfish project.

Someone died because of his own selfishness and impulsiveness, and Efia must have had something happen to her that night, and he couldn't put her in danger again.

There are decisions that he may never make when everything is normal, but when there is chaos, they can be the most important ones.

Myokou Lingmei wants him to think from the perspective of human interests, but there is no way for Representative Foley to think about this kind of problem, and some people want him to make the choice of cooperation from such an angle.

In fact, he understood from the beginning that from a personal point of view, he could not make other choices, people could not always think of all mankind, even if he lived in Hollywood, where movies were developed, Foley never thought for a moment that he would be a hero.

Ephia can't be fine, John has to grow up normally, that's the most important thing for him, and the rest, everything else can only do his best, but he can't help it.

Humans measure right and wrong according to likes and dislikes, and to put it bluntly, humans can't judge right and wrong at all.

"I won't be the only collaborator." The white spider stopped in front of him, as if waiting for him to finish speaking.

The answer is unexpected. Of course he won't be the only one, the only thing he's learned to grow up is not to take himself too seriously.

"Okay, don't you feel anything?"

Representative Foley only felt as if a hot, numbing sensation was running across his temples, but that was more likely psychological.

"It should be scary to imagine."

"It's nowhere near your surgery tomorrow." Mussel Lingmei laughed calmly.

"Will this thing send you data forever?"

"Yes, some EEG responses, in fact, could have been measured and reconstructed using more and less harmful methods, lenses and portable fMRIs. But it all has the same problem. ”

"Collaborators can be removed or not presented."

"Yes, implantation is not a very good option, but it meets the most conditions, and with fMRI monitoring, our scientists should be able to reconstruct what is happening in the nervous system."

"In case, it looks no different than usual. Or maybe I'm making up my own story. ”

"The brain reaction is obvious when you lie."