What if someone made an augmented intelligence chip and made it part of the brain, only to be instilled with terrible memories or purposes?

The new evolution of the brain may be able to solve the mental distress in the medical field, but is this kind of evolution really what we want, and can we really accept the enhanced cortex of the brain from human hands?

Forlì Eugene Söder, are you one of the experimenters of this invasion?

Representative Foley falls into a deep sleep of fear that will never linger on his own.

He saw John's smiling face holding up the block, and he loved him, love without distractions, beautiful and overwhelmed, like all young fathers.

He saw Ephia, the freckles were still so obvious, but they were lovely.

He just wants to live well, pay off the mortgage, go public, and fall asleep at night reading what he likes, a mediocre, monotonous and even boring life.

He couldn't think of humans, but he was pushed onto the stage. He's not a hero, but he can't sit still.

Sleep is like the depths of the ocean, neither dark nor light, but can see everything that happens around you, has the visual cortex ever retained these patterns? Where they came from and when they remained in the brain.

Or did he fall into someone else's dream, who is he?

He did everything he could, and before he woke up, Forlì was exhausted, and at the end of his dream he searched everywhere for the traces of God, visiting rocks, diving into the deep sea, eavesdropping on the voices of ancient creatures; climbed over the snow-capped mountains, but no one was seen; Finally fell under the desert barren sun.

It's better than being in the rainforest with an unknown disease. Thinking of this, he woke up.

"You're awake."

"It's you."

"I hope you don't mind if I come to see my patient."

"I don't mind."

José smiled. Representative Foley only feels as if he is lying in hot and cold water.

"Did the surgery go well?"

"It didn't go well."

"What?"

"It didn't go well."

"Why is this happening?"

"A doctor's hand can't match the precision of a robot."

"Who told you to use a human doctor?"

José didn't speak, but laughed again, and this time Foley understood he meant something else. Only they can understand each other's meaning.

"How's they doing?"

"They?"

"Don't pretend to be confused with me."

José shook his head, his right hand sliding through his forehead.

"In short, enjoy your life, there is no possibility of recurrence of the tumor for the time being."

"Can I even move?"

"That's up to you, I can't help with neurological rehabilitation."

After José left, Representative closed his eyes and nothing changed, the second voice? What does it feel like to be a puppet? Nothing.

Maybe it doesn't mean anything, or maybe it is.

But film, when he thought about it, the machine around him made a rapid noise. The robot nurse arrived.

"Patient, please don't be nervous, just have mood swings."

The robot pushes the switch and turns away.

He tried to move his arms, and this time he seemed to be able to draw an imaginary nerve channel between his brain and his fingers.

From neurons to synapses like street lights lit on the side of the highway.

Is that the difference? Is it my imagination or is there something in my brain right now? He felt hopeless because he really didn't feel anything special.

He believes that this coincides with his understanding of artificial intelligence, maybe when they awaken, there will be neither war nor the enslavement of human beings that many people are worried about, change will not come overnight, maybe there will be no signs, human beings are just slowly evolved by nature into the era of higher intelligence.

And how they happen and what they are, there is no way to know, the human brain cannot understand the real advanced intelligence, and the understanding can only be understood within a limited range, beyond the scope of which the brain cannot reach.

Just as human beings have never been able to truly understand nature, if they cannot attain advanced wisdom, they can only understand it through their own experience, and so on is tantamount to misunderstanding.

Calm, like after a flood. It was the peace of mind before the anesthesia was completely gone.

At least I did what I could.

For the past week, he still couldn't get out of bed, and the doctor told him that his nerves were growing and that he could try some exercise, but Representative felt as if he was tied to the bed and he thought he couldn't move.

"That's not good, you should try to sit up with at least your hands on your body." The voice of the robot nurse is sweet and moving, but unfortunately she does not have a full female appearance in a light blue nurse suit.

The part that can be called the head is small, but it is flexible and can rotate at all angles; There are two robotic arms in the position of the hand, which can be broken down into four arms that perform work at the same time when extended; It's really aesthetically pleasing, but practical.

"Does multitasking tire you?"

"No, it won't."

"No fatigue or no fatigue when multitasking."

"My colleague says you're an expert in this area."

"What your colleague said?" Representative Foley laughs. Someone installed a chat program for the nurse, and there was some gossip.

"Yes, my colleague said that the patient in room 307 was an engineer who developed the robotic arm."

If the engineer had made these nurses look like people, they could have done it, no matter how beautiful they were, maybe she would have thought that the nurse was trying to talk to her.

"There's a young lady looking for you at the door, sir."

"Miss?" Foley frowned, he actually came here.

"Do you want her to come in?"

"Can you stop the visit?"

"My colleague is in charge of security monitoring and networking with the Cal Police Department, so patients can't protect themselves."

Her quip program is really good.

"Let her in."

The nurse folded her arms to her sides, and instead of installing two legs designed with a humanoid design, she used wheels with better movement speed and stability.

And their next generation should be hovering, and Karen is very keen on this way of moving without wasting extra energy for friction.

Representative closes his eyes and hears a slow footstep walking up to him.

"I hope I didn't disappoint you. Do you want to extract the information from the film now? Foley asks with his eyes closed.

The visitor did not answer.

"To be honest, I don't feel anything other than the film itself like an intruder." Representative Foley lets out a heaval laugh.

"So, are you hallucinating or not?"

"Hallucinations?" Representative Foley hears that the voice is not Mussel Lingmei, but the visitor is Ephia.

"Why are you here?"

"I don't want to come either."

Ephia walked over to Foley's bed, her face no better than the person lying on the bed.

"How did you find here?"

"You told me you were coming here for surgery, I asked a few robots and a few humans, and I was stopped at the door."

"That's right." Representative Foley is somewhat pleased.

"Surgery done?"

"Well, it's been a week."

"Is it true that you have neurofilm implanted in your brain?"

"Yes, it's not sci-fi, it's not that I'm hallucinating."

"I'm sorry, hallucinations sound a little more real."

"It's that you prefer this kind of statement, people just think what they like is right, and then they say that what they don't like is all kinds of mistakes that shouldn't be understood."

"I don't like it when you're hallucinating."

"And what do you like about me?"

"Hell."