In disgust, he walked into the kitchen and took out two boxes of ice cubes and put them in his hands.

The chill crawls along the fingers to the wrist and finally to the brain.

There are things you won't feel like it's not you, but you won't forget that it's not you.

This is the difference, the biggest and deepest, the immutable difference.

No matter how advanced the technology is, it will take decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years for our brains to ignore all of this.

The new project went more smoothly than expected, and although Karen took a detour, the company's robotic arm was more unique due to the investment in neural network research in recent years, and the "independent integrated system" was very effective in solving some of the concerns, and investors believe that this will give the FDA more confidence in their surgical robots.

Rhodes helped Karen a lot in the development of this system, and the force feedback, which was initially considered the most difficult to overcome, is now not much of a problem that few people want to take too much effort to understand.

"We don't imitate human hands, we make surgical arms that are better than humans." This is the belief of the whole team, and a robot that is more useful for human medical care must be superior to humans in all aspects.

Representative only wants his work to be fruitless, to get a share of the company, as a gift to John, or not to be looked down upon by his father-in-law in New York.

At least not too badly in terms of equity. Thinking of this, Foley plans to ask Samel to have dinner, and he plans to drive to pick her up, although the two companies' companies are a bit far away.

But if she didn't refuse, he would finish his errands early tonight and pick up Samel before the traffic jam, and the two of them would pick up John together, and Miss Rankalam would take care of it, and dinner would go to a Mexican family restaurant two blocks away, where Shamel liked the sour cream.

An hour and a half of dinner was enough for Langkaram to eat at their house, and if Samel agreed, he could prepare some simple food first and put it on the second level of the fridge, and their lovely neighbors knew to fetch John something delicious from there.

If he had to do that, he would have to confirm the evening with Samel before he left for work.

It was frustrating for Foley to sit at the dining room table and watch the data machine in a daze, making even a dinner appointment a difficult task.

He stood up and poured a glass of concentrated orange juice and added two ice cubes, the temperature in the morning was not suitable for such a cold diet, but he never cared about this, and all kinds of fears after his mother's illness did not prevent death, so why should he care so much.

The cold water flowed into his stomach, and he shook his head, picked up the data device, and sent a message to Samell. After sending the message, the digit is unfolded into a rectangle and lies on the edge of the dining table.

Foley walks to the living room, where there is a copy of "The Fight for Peace" at the top of the staircase, which was the last book Ephia gave him before she disappeared, and he planned to exchange it with her as soon as he finished reading it, he thought he liked Verno Vinci more than Ephia, and the girl said that she liked him more than Foley, including those short and medium-length stories, such as "Real Name".

"Then let's exchange at the same time." Representative Foley says to her.

"Okay. The old rules. Ephia smiled at him, she had a not-so-pretty fang, and Representative often wondered if it would hurt if he bit down on his neck.

The old rules. Representative Foley looks at the book and mutters to himself, his mind wandering. The old rule was that he and Efia exchanged sci-fi rules, and the two of them took out their own and exchanged with the other, and after reading one book, they exchanged the other, and it would have taken a week for Representative Foley to read one.

Later, he felt that Ephia was reading faster and faster, and that she could read 300 pages in two days, so Forlì secretly competed with her, and read faster and faster, almost three days to finish a book, so that in less than three months, the two of them had almost all the books in their hands.

Which one did he give to Ephia at that time? Foley is hesitant between two books, Herbert George Wells's Time Machine or Robert Heinlein's The Puppet Master.

It was supposed to be one of the two, but certainly not Fire in the Abyss, and he had been reluctant to lend it to Ephia, though she had said she liked it, but Foley was reluctant to give it to her.

As for the reason, he remembered it vividly—the book was too thick for Ephia to love, but he would have to wait a few days before he could sit with her at the table in the far corner of the coffee shop and talk a few words about science fiction.

He liked the feeling of chatting with her too much, and Efia didn't have much reading experience, and she didn't like to read since she was a child, when she was studying children's education at the university and worked in this coffee shop in her free time.

Her grades weren't great, she didn't like socializing, she didn't like to participate in cheerleading activities. Here's everything Forlì can learn about Ephia in addition to talking about science fiction.

He didn't even know what Ephia's full name was.

It should be "The Puppet Master", which was made into a movie by Stuart Omar in 1994, and Efia opens her eyes and asks if Foley is about slugs.

Now Foley must have remembered that "The Puppet Master" must have been "The Puppet Master" instead of "The Time Machine", which might have been the latter book intended to be exchanged, and now must be lying on a bookshelf on one floor of the study.

Slug, the way she speaks, is so cute. How did Representative Foley take "Fighting for Peace" to the restaurant, how could the book end up there? Could it be that Samel found the book in her study?

There was no such possibility, she rarely read paper books, perhaps Miss Lankalam, but she would not go to the study on the second floor unless invited, but who would invite her to the study and pick out such a book from the shelf?

Back at the table, Representative takes a look at the data machine, Shamel hasn't replied, judging by the time, she should have finished sending John, and now it's time to go to the company.

Maybe you can ask Ephia that Ephia is John's teacher anyway, maybe he should talk to her and think of it as John.

"Forget about the previous thing, Foley." He said to himself. Forget that, if you want to sit down with Ephia for a chat, there's nothing better than John.

Thinking of this, he felt that he did have a reasonable reason to talk to Ephia and have a good talk. Regarding John's strange behavior, about Jerena's concerns, she had to give him an explanation, a clear explanation.

At this point, Samel replied to the message, declining Foley's invitation because she felt that she should not always trouble Miss Langkarram.

It was simply an excuse that she didn't want to eat alone with her, something was wrong between them.

"Without money, how can you take care of my daughter."

Hell, Foley curses, what a weird father and daughter.

Representative quickly folds the data into a square and tucks it into his pants pocket. The women didn't know what they were thinking, Ephia was like that, so was Samel, and even more so was his mother.

Only then did he remember that his car was parked at the company last night, and now he had to think about how to get to work, which made him even more irritable.