Dr. José's examination room was small, there were no robot nurses in the hallways, he was barefoot in a pair of white shoes, nestled in a chair, and when he entered the door, he saw a woman walking out of the doctor's office, looking indifferent, light blonde hair like the sun shining on his face.

She looked at the end of the corridor with vacant eyes, her body moving forward completely supported by two legs, which could not be considered walking, but only a kind of movement, which was responsible for the movement of her feet.

Her brain was offline.

"The woman just now." Representative Foley walks into the office and can't help but ask.

"Ah, a patient."

"Of course."

"A lot of patients think that some beautiful women who come out of here may not be my patients."

"Why?"

"People can think that there is no reason, that human understanding is too complicated, but if you go with this complexity and don't try to categorize and understand, it's actually more interesting."

"Well, that's a good way to do it."

"You can try it too."

"I don't think it's any different anyway."

"Difficulties or difficulties, loans or loans, loneliness or loneliness."

"Don't say anything, you know everything, you didn't talk that much before."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Representative Foley sits across from Jose.

"Can it work?"

"It's fine, it's just that you can't exercise vigorously yet."

"Do you think you can't do it or can't do it?"

"What's the difference?"

José shrugged.

"The results of the examination are very good, and there is no sign of recurrence of the tumor."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Did you sleep well?"

"Very good."

"What about dreams? Many patients will have dreams about their illness, and some patients will even make up a story to relieve the mental pain caused by the disease, and see themselves as heroes who save the world. ”

"Well, I may have had this dream before the surgery."

"And now?"

"I'm not mentally ill, doctor."

"And what is this?"

José shoves a piece of paper in front of Representative Foley.

After reading the above two lines of handwriting, Foley laughed, and José smiled.

"I knew you too."

"What is it?"

"He's a good guy with a lot of emotions."

José laughed out loud for the first time.

As Representative Foley emerges from his office, a man in his early thirties looks at him as he walks easily toward the elevator, thinking that maybe this is not a patient, just a friend of the doctor's.

Mussel Lingmei came to read the records every two weeks, and the second time she came, she lost her former beauty and became more and more sad and deep, like the look she had when she sat in his car.

"There's not much progress, it doesn't look special, it's such a mess."

"It's always fun to peek into another person's brain."

"It's all computer analysis graphs, calculations day and night."

"They're not as intelligent as you think?"

"If there is no progress, the jellyfish program will have to be stopped."

"What's the matter, maybe it shouldn't have started in the first place."

"You don't understand, if we don't control our brains, a lot of people are going to be terrible."

"If someone controls the brains of others, the world will be a bad place."

Tears glistened in her eyes, maybe she deserved to be forgiven, after all, she was suffering.

"We gave a lot."

"I know."

"I did a lot of things I shouldn't have done."

Representative Foley does not respond.

"But there should be progress."

"Maybe it's because you can't understand it, and it can't be used for you."

Mussel Lingmei looked at Forlì and wanted to say something, but she didn't speak.

"Can you help me get the film out?"

"You know what it can't affect you?"

"No, no, I feel like it keeps affecting me, like I want a girl right now, I want ...... I want to tell her that I want to be with her and never leave each other again. But this thing makes me feel like it's all being watched, do you think I'm going to be comfortable? ”

She knew that he was not talking about herself, but about another woman, a woman who made her jealous and couldn't bear to hurt her, and she saw the woman tossing and turning through the window, seeing her thoughts and pain.

The flying machine floated beside her bedside, and a hint of sympathy changed everything, like a hint of determination that killed Belus.

"However, even if you can't help me in this matter, I don't blame you."

Representative Foley looks her straight in the eye.

"We've spent centuries studying the brain, and we never knew what it was, but we're still thriving. There are always people who try to control everything, and evil ways do not produce good results, and technology and magic are the same. ”

"Whenever new technologies come along, there are always people who try to have them, for some purpose, to save people from disease, or simply to control all selfish desires; This will be true both in history and in the future. ”

"It was not my turn to say these words, and if I didn't do so much, I would have agreed to this surgery, and if it was really to observe the situation of artificial intelligence entering our brains, I would also be willing to provide such help.

Of course, it doesn't make much sense right now, but it's true, and as a patient who is likely to be bedridden and worse than dead, if there is something else to do and be financially secure, I will probably gladly accept it. However, you think too much about everything, every story is exactly the same, trying to make me do what you want. ”

"It's the only mistake, they look too real, the real is a little fake."

"How do you see that?"

"You may remember you telling me that my friend should have told me about the patients, and my friend did tell me that my friend was Belus, and I just told him about it.

He's a little nervous, he's a bit of a cleanliness fetish, he's worried that something is watching him, and I don't think so, even when you tell me that, I didn't take it seriously, but then, Bellus died, and he stabbed himself in the chest with a knife. I didn't care how he did it, I was terrified. ”

Mussel Lingmei stood silently, neither looking at Foley nor anywhere.

"Then I started to think about a lot of things, I thought about the way Bellus spoke, he was so kind, such a good person, and most importantly, I remembered that he didn't use a knife at all, he didn't even have a dinner knife at home, and he couldn't touch a knife to cut a steak."

"Now that you know everything, why did you agree to this plan?"

"Because I'm not sure, what if I'm wrong, you're right? I can't know if they entered our bodies or for what purpose, so if you're right, we might really know how that kind of intelligence that can be fused with human neural networks happens and how it happens. ”

"Now, maybe you can tell me better than our computer, what the hell is it?"

"I'm also curious, what the hell is it."

"Don't you know?"

Representative Foley shakes his head.

"Even if I promise to help you get the film, you're hard to be sure if I've actually done it, right?"

"I can go for an imaging test."

Mussel Lingmei shook her head vigorously, "That's useless. ”

"Why, we can't detect the artificial intelligence that enters the body."

"So you're not sure if they really exist?"

"Don't ask me questions like that, I don't know."

"If I'm right, you don't have proof, damn it, you're just practicing some kind of religious lie."

"I said I don't know."

"It was the Jellyfish Project that wanted to experiment with a way to control the human brain."

"It's not like that, the teacher is here to help more people like me."

Representative Foley doesn't speak again. He hadn't seen the Japanese girl since.