"Whole body organ scans? No, Ephia, I don't want to know how long I'll live. ”

Representative Foley looks away from Ephia, John and Langkalam may be coming back soon, and he wonders if he should hold Ephia in his arms and end this damn discussion.

"Foley." Ephia grabbed Foley's right hand from her shoulder, placed it on her desk, and turned to walk towards Summer Vacation.

"Guess what I came up with."

"I don't know." Representative Foley is a little disappointed. God knows he doesn't want to talk about this boring tumor anymore at the moment. He longed to run behind her soft body, soft, and he felt hot all over his body at the thought of the word, and the summer in Los Angeles was so hot and unsettling at night.

"Look, you really have one more." Efia grabbed a copy of the first edition of The Puppet Master and walked back to Forlì.

"You don't want to lend me the first edition." She grunted a little grumblingly.

"Effia, we—" Forlì didn't pay any attention to what she was saying. Eyes just fixed on her face.

"Remember? This is the last book you ever gave me. ”

"Perhaps, you know this better than I do."

"It's this book, and I want to say that this kind of spinal nerve change was conceived as early as 1955, and it's entirely possible with today's medical technology to achieve this kind of implantable connection."

Foley looked at her hand, wondering if to tell Efia that the Jellyfish Project and the mysterious organization represented by Mussel Lingmei had contacted him.

True, there is no fuss about the technology itself.

But some people are trying to convince him that this time it is not aliens, but artificial intelligence that we have created to enter our brain system.

Then, who will become a puppet, will they still have self-consciousness after becoming a puppet, and will they be able to distinguish which part of themselves is the original self and which part is replaced by jellyfish?

Or, most terrifyingly, man is completely indistinguishable, and they will think that it is him, that everything is of his free will.

If at that time, is there still a difference between artificial intelligence and humans?

Representative Foley knew that he couldn't escape it, whether he had to face it or not. Unless he abandons this attempt, and what about ordinary surgery, no, ordinary surgery is not acceptable.

Although the nerve may be preserved, the tumor may not be removed, and eventually the robot will ask the doctor to help make a choice, or the robot itself will remove the tumor and nerve according to the logic of life priority.

This is too similar to the way human doctors have always been, and this is the best way to avoid disputes.

Even if he was optimistic that he could use prosthetics with the help of brain connectors, they could look great, like Iron Man or Cyberpunk.

Or he can implant a sensing element to connect directly to the brain from the plantar nerve, and he understands better than the average person that the mechanism of the brain is never a simple point-to-point manipulation, it has many neural networks that allow people to achieve similar feelings, such as improving the realism of touch through visual enhancement.

They depend on each other, are connected to each other, and can replace each other.

And people's subtle feelings are often vague and self-righteous most of the time.

The brain creates the illusion of saving time and electricity, and a small 20 watts of power is enough to support the entire thinking system, so no one will blame it for evolving lazy habits.

If all the thoughts are always highly complex and start at the same time, competing to express themselves, then the complex brain will be destroyed every time, and it will make it difficult to make decisions, slow down behavior, and even people will not know how to live at all.

He designed smart arms in a way that was close to the brain, believing that they could help improve the survival needs of human beings, and that there should be no paralyzed people in the world in the future.

But this is only in the future, and Mussel Lingmei has undoubtedly cast an unpredictable veil over this wonderful future.

Angel or demon? What to believe? There are a lot of situations in nature that don't have accurate information, and humans can only choose to believe some and not others.

Whoever wants to exhaust all possible perfectly rational inferences looks more like an unnecessary waste of resources. If that's the case, 20 watts of the brain is really not enough.

"What are you thinking, Foley?"

"Ephia, I'm going to tell you something, but I think it's going to bother you, maybe I shouldn't even tell you when I'm sick, you know, between us, we—" He paused, his throat a little dry. We've just met again. ”

The glasses were empty, and Foley poured some more wine into both glasses, and quickly took a large sip before speaking again: "But, Ephia, I wanted to tell you everything from the beginning. You hadn't come back then, I couldn't tell you about it, maybe I couldn't tell you about it either, I didn't know what they meant, Ephia, you see I'm incoherent. ”

Ephia seemed to sense something, and she turned her head to the door as if to check that it was locked.

This action was held for a minute, and when she turned to look at Forlì again, the light outside the window looked like a flower in full bloom in her eyes, and she cried, tears were streaming down, but the corners of her mouth tried to smile.

"Tell me, Foley, tell me the damn everything."

Foley felt a surge of heat welling up in his chest, warmer than ever he had ever imagined Efia in her arms.

When Representative Foley tells Effia about a woman who showed up at her doorstep that morning, to the patient he thought was the most suitable for the Jellyfish Project, and about Belus's research, the question before them came to mind — something might be trying to encroach on our brains.

He didn't mention Mussel Lingmei's name, nor did he mention that morning she took his Ford in front of the hospital and got off near City Hall.

Ephia wasn't too surprised, she was a good girl, unlike some young girls who were always startled as if the world was full of wonders.

When all this was said, Representative regretted it, his upper body trembling slightly, and a biting cold came out of his back.

"Your face is not good, Foley, is there something uncomfortable?" Efia herself didn't believe in this possibility, it was almost summer, and the temperature in the room was at least 25 degrees, and it should never be so cold that her lips trembled.

The image of Berus lying in the kitchen flashes through Forlì's mind, then Salmel.

Finally, there was the mother, but it was not over yet, as if there was a neatly arranged death list, and he saw that Ephia's white blouse was oozing red blood, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and her right hand grabbed the button of her blouse and began to retch.