Finally John walked up and down the yard and fell slowly, clutching a small shovel and a piece of mud on the grass.

Behind these people he knew was a long list of names that he knew and unfamiliar with, like silver carp floating on the surface of the lake, disgusting.

"The Jellyfish Project means that some people believe in some kind of intelligence that is more advanced than us, artificial intelligence, and that they have tried to invade the human nervous system."

Efia slowly spoke the key to the matter.

"I think that's what it means."

"Originally, although your disease was terrible, if it did not metastasize, if the tumor itself was controlled after surgery, if it was optimistic, if it was not a rare genetic disease, after all, you would not be able to get proof from your mother or grandparents, right? Even the resulting tumors can be treated aggressively after removal, and in the case of Foley, it's a lengthy process, but it's not intolerable. ”

"What's the way to do it if it's unbearable?" Representative shrugs his shoulders and responds helplessly.

"What are you afraid of, Foley?"

When someone finally asked himself such a question, Foley frowned at first, then relaxed, what was he afraid of, even though he had thought about his illness countless times, Shamer, John and the shares of the company he cared about, what was it that scared him?

The brain will indeed avoid important problems, and cleverly disguise the most unwilling and difficult problems to be accepted into things.

Perhaps it is only the suicide that truly loses in front of the brain, which no longer embellishes those emotions and no longer weaves beautiful predictions about the future.

"I don't know." Foley knew that Ephia would not be satisfied with this answer, and that he would accept it himself.

"No, Foley, there's something wrong with that." Efia raised her voice.

"What's the problem?"

"I, I don't know yet, so you can't stop thinking, or cycle through those things that you think about over and over again, you know that doesn't help, if you're really the one who is chosen, it's far from going to be that simple, why did you choose?

Is it because you're going to face spinal surgery? I don't know how many cases of such surgeries are there every day in North America, car accidents, conflicts, sports accidents, Foley, why are you? ”

"You're right, I should have thought of this." Representative Foley takes a sip of the wine, but no longer knows what it tastes like.

"I think there are only two reasons, the first is that in terms of conditional selection, you are indeed the person who meets the requirements of this plan, but you are not the only one, the people of the Jellyfish Project are also contacting patients like you, and you are not their only target."

"That's a good guess, it sounds so much more comfortable."

"Generally speaking, an important plan, hell, according to them, can be related to how human society will develop, how far it can go, or whether it is about to usher in the end times."

Representative Foley remembers that Ryomi Mussel had discussed such issues with her, and was interested in his ideas, but Foley hadn't really thought about them, maybe women were more like philosophers, and he looked at Ephia with love and worry.

"What about the second one?" Representative Foley asks.

"Second, they're doing something that wants you to actively believe that you should be part of the program, and as for the purpose, maybe it's not just getting you to join the Jellyfish program, they want you to be a part of it? No, you shouldn't rush to make associations.

If they want you to believe that AI is what they say it is, then what has happened recently should be something that is meant to convince you of something. ”

The two did not speak, and each fell silent.

Representative stares out the window, unbuttons another shirt, feels some discomfort in his throat, and suddenly coughs continuously, startling Ephia on the side.

He waved his hand to show that he could handle it.

There was silence again.

"I prefer to believe the first one. I don't want to be that important. "Forlì doesn't say the second half of the sentence, the whole thing is that he doesn't want to be so important because he doesn't want terrible things to happen again, the dead mother, the suicidal Shamer, the dead Berus, the unknown Leonard, and those terrible mental problems.

If all of this points to a fact that must be faced, he is afraid to face something like this again.

Ephia rose from the edge of the desk she was leaning against and grabbed Forlì's shoulders, her eyes shining brightly.

Human eyes are inadmonitive, and they are the same as they were years ago, and Forley cannot tell if this flickering light is related to him. Maybe he just can't believe it.

It's much easier to guess that the other person is rejecting and hostile than it is to guess that a person likes themselves. That's what humans are.

When Lang Calam returns with John and her Labrador, Foley and Efia end the conversation tacitly, both of them feeling that although the matter is imminent, the reunion between the two is even more precious.

At least in Ephia's opinion, she should have something more important to let Representative know about.

Foley, of course, also has the attachment of the past, the lonely face without saying goodbye, and one day wakes up, thinking that everything is normal, there will be a cup of sweetened coffee, there will be a book that is about to end, and I will see the girl I like.

But everything suddenly disappeared, the disappearance did not produce a single ripple, the mood was like condensed water, as if all this was expected, there was nothing to make a fuss about.

But God knows, who would have thought that some people would suddenly disappear from their side.

"Why don't you look for me?" Ephia's voice was slurred. Representative Foley hears clearly.

"I don't know."

"Should I have been waiting for you all the time, waiting for you?"

Representative Foley feels a little aggrieved, and he keeps recalling the memories of the two getting along, but each time it's like a script waiting to start shooting, and after countless revisions, they are fixed within a safe range, like the criticized cookie-cutter of Hollywood commercial films.

In the teal night sky, the treetops swayed, and Ephia passed the living room from the second floor, where John was sitting on the carpet playing with block toys, "Maybe give him a robot." ”

"Sooner or later, he'll have it." Representative Foley remembers the lilac-haired woman in his dream.

"I've heard of a therapeutic robot that can target these kinds of problems."

Representative Foley nodded slightly, his cheeks flushed, and leaned against the door.

The encounter is like a silent movie, quietly coming; Every sunny day, a breakup comes unexpectedly.

It's hard to worry about each day, but worrying doesn't help.

"I'll send you."

"No, it's a few blocks away, you know, it's actually very close."

Representative Foley wants to say that he doesn't know how many blocks there are, how many blocks there are, and since they are so close, why they haven't seen each other for so many years, and the time left for them after the late encounter has been destroyed by himself.

Perhaps, the choice must be made.

Ancestors believed that some people would willingly make a pact with the devil.

This view is not unreasonable, and as soon as the conditions allow, some people will do it.