After being stalked by a driverless car and suspecting that something had come in, Berus was optimistic by nature, but this time he had to allow himself to be a little more neurotic.

The data-machine is constantly calculating the correlation between cases, but it seems that the correlation is obvious, and the results of data analysis and deep learning are not satisfactory to Berus.

Something important had been overlooked, he vaguely felt. The performance of the data machine should not be so rigid, it should be more creative, at least find some relevance and valid characteristics that you have not noticed.

But the datamaker is clearly a bit lazy on this task.

When humans don't know the answer and need the machine to give a predictive answer, the machine is lazy and can't actually use objective data to evaluate it.

It's more of a projection of human emotion. Berus is well aware that he is in the swamp of this emotional projection.

He readjusted the parameters, intending to wait another night, and in the last few weeks he had adjusted several dimensions, but still no progress, not even containing anything that he vaguely felt uneasy about.

One case in the data analyzer occurred in Southeast Asia – six years ago during an orthopedic surgery.

In terms of time, there is a difference of two months between the events of this case and the anesthetic accident of Foley's mother.

One in Thailand and one in Seattle.

The two cases were originally classified by Belus, but three years ago, when he visited the hospital in Bangkok, he received news of the patient's death, which occurred on March 21 and March 20, five years ago, respectively.

It's exactly the same day. If it weren't for the case of Foley's mother, Berus might not have been able to see the connection.

But he discovered that human instinct told him it couldn't be a coincidence, but the data machine didn't think it was statistically valuable.

Maybe there was a problem with the model setup, and he didn't need to rely on the model designed by the data machine itself to adjust it, so he thought of a better way to ask Forlì to help.

There should be no reason for him to refuse, especially when he realizes that his mother's accident may not be a pure robotic therapy accident.

Belust is well aware that "medical accident" and "accident" are two words that should never be confused, "accident" refers to something that happens unexpectedly and is difficult to control; "Accidents" are completely different, and "accidents" must have unreasonable operations, or negligence, and wrong actions and choices.

For more than a decade, robotic surgery has minimized medical accidents caused by human factors, especially during the surgical process.

But what bothers Belus is that the figure is so low that it can almost put 70% of surgeons out of work, and even in recent years, remote surgery has become one of the options for surgical treatment.

As a result, some surgeons with little experience and no technical expertise gradually lose their good income or even lose their jobs.

From the outset, the data machine figured out the crucial role that the robot played in the cases collected by Belus.

After gradually increasing the parameter of the patient's time to death, Belus had the model perform the calculations every day before going to bed for a week, but there were still no particularly useful results.

Hell, Berus sat on the couch as he watched his hands glow pale and dull in the light of the blue data machine. It's ugly, he feels a little irritated.

He could have talked to Forley about these things today, maybe he missed some important information, or maybe he was going in the wrong direction in the first place, and if he had a good talk, it is likely that there would be a solution now.

He poured himself a glass of soda and lay down on the couch, the data machine continuing to crawl on the table, rolling them into a Mexican taclo and placing them beside him. It made him feel safe.

Maybe the surveillance system should be relocated in case something is really watching here.

Berus was not a timid and sensitive person, but at this moment, before the cool morning fog fell, he felt a chill lingering, which was terrifying.

What exactly am I trying to prove? Again, he asked himself. Prove that you can continue with the surgery, or prove that you are not reliable?

Either way, it wasn't a good outcome for him, and after so many years of being away from the hospital, it was almost impossible to return to the position of surgeon, not to mention, he looked at his hands, they looked tall and powerful, but he knew in his heart that it was useless.

Unless they are better than a normal pair of hands.

Better quality force feedback system, faster and more accurate nerve conduction.

Perhaps no matter how hard we try to raise this level, it will not be able to meet the needs of society.

Society is so unfair, if you want to prove yourself, it must be a difficult process, and why should others wait for you, in an era where you are not a rare resource.

So what exactly are you looking for, Belus? Prove that you have been ruthlessly eliminated, or prove that you can do better than you did before? If it's the latter, the data maker has already told you, and the FDA has told you that there are better and better "doctors" than you.

They're more stable, more stable than a healthy surgeon, they can withstand 50 hours of rotational surgery without rest, can humans do it? They greatly increase the patient's equal access to treatment, can humans do that?

Perhaps more than a decade ago, the $4 million cost of robots made every operation outside of insurance, and the individual had to bear more financial expenses.

But in the long run, more than a decade later, more than a decade later, it is almost inevitable that robots will replace surgeons on a large scale, they have no travel restrictions, no time limits, so that more people can enjoy the best surgical treatment in hospitals near their lives, and the cost of these machines has gradually been reduced to 1 million US dollars.

Belus, not only your time, but the entire era of human surgery is gradually becoming history, and medical schools are already training artificial intelligence professional clinicians.

Is the reason for feeling uneasy is that I am unwilling? These hands are no different from anyone's hands, the gel is flawless, and even the hairs on it are enough to mess up.

But the more realistic it is, the more disgusting it becomes, he thinks of the uncanny valley theory, and then he thinks of Leonard.

If these hands were exactly his hands, would the Leonard he saw also be a real Leonard, he almost forgot about it, Leonard died of cardiac arrest, he attended his funeral, his wife looked very sad, everything was not wrong, the memory of the funeral is always stronger than the wedding.

But at the stadium gate, he was clearly talking to Leonard, that face, straight nose, short reddish-brown hair, neatly trimmed sideburns close to his ears, his eyes were confused, as if he had lost his memory, and he didn't know Berus talking to him at all.

That face was scary to think about now, if he wasn't a twin, then what else would it be, Belus stared at his hand tightly, and then he thought of a hypothesis that kept him awake at night - perhaps, Leonard was real, just not the original Leonard.

Everything is what Leonard looks like, but it's no longer him.