The pain in his back was no longer excruciating, the initial symptoms seemed to have completely disappeared, and Representative Foley gradually stopped remembering that he had a tumor in his body that had taken him everything from his work.

If you make a full schedule for the day, you will feel more normal like your colleagues.

Belus arrived at the office at half-past four in the afternoon and came out an hour after entering Karen's office.

Foley didn't ask Belus why he came to the company to find Karen, which is considered a kind of etiquette, and don't ask more about things that you don't need to know.

"Have you figured out where to go for a drink?"

"I won't go to your house anyway."

The two laughed, Berus didn't care about Forlì's meanness, he smiled very relaxedly, and it seemed that he was in a good mood after chatting with Karen.

Representative Foley is happy for his friend, and while he has no idea what Berus is living on now, he seems to be doing well, at least after the accident, and his life now looks relatively open.

It reminded him of his own life, and it wasn't the right time for him to think so.

Berus leaned back in a triangular linen armchair, and the proportions of the chair and figure looked like Belus had entered Alice in Wonderland. He pulled out the data device and frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The two didn't continue chatting, and Representative Foley focused on replying to the client's email, modifying a few simple parameters, and the client usually didn't bother Foley too much in this regard.

Because of the difficulty of the profession, few people are willing to spend more time on it, and the feedback angle of 0.02 degrees is difficult to be noticed by non-professionals in a report, and even if they do, they are also accustomed to handing it over to the data device for analysis, and the data device refers to the industry standard error value, thinking that these fluctuations are within the normal range.

A slightly more attentive customer will ask the engineer to explain what this fluctuation means, and the engineer will generally answer the customer's question with a general explanation such as the data will fluctuate between 0.01 and 0.035 due to the different conditions of multiple tests. They are usually very effective.

To be more rigorous, this can be a bit neurotic, and some customers will ask for valid proof of data changes under changes in the test environment.

And it's best if you describe the experiment in detail, and the best thing to do is to have the data logger send all relevant experiments and similar reports to the other party, and then the data maker will be sure to analyze the material.

Often, the data machine will give the same results, and Representative Foley only needs to add that the FDA will have a more specialized monitoring process.

When he was done with his work, Berus's eyes were still focused on the data device, and Foley did not disturb his friends, but leaned back in his chair and looked at Belus through his desk.

The office scene in front of him is very similar to that of Jose and himself sitting across from the hospital, except that there is a pot of yellow coconut in the corner and a data screen on half of the wall for instant meetings.

By pressing a switch on the wall, the office can enter a virtual space to simulate various scenes, and a colleague rumor has it that Rhodes likes to use space mode during naps, which is also a romantic hobby.

Another difference is that the seated position, where Forlì is now sitting should correspond to Dr. Jose, while Berus is sitting right in the patient's seat.

The idea that Foley felt great about such a position surprised him.

Gradually, he felt relaxed, relaxed enough to talk about where to go for a drink at night, go back to Pasadena to find a bar, or go to Sixth Avenue for a Korean meal, and he couldn't help but laugh at the thought that Belus might like oriental food, maybe he liked Korean girls.

"I want to talk to you about something."

"Wait a minute, wait until I'm done."

Hell, Foley is upset that he didn't say anything about his situation, and it immediately occurred to him that maybe he was still a little too reckless, and that his relationship with Belus was good enough for him to bear the fact that he was sick. If he was just an ordinary college classmate, he would not have the obligation to listen to himself about these things, not to mention that he was no longer a doctor now.

"What were you going to tell me, Foley." Belus put away the data as if he had done his job, and looked up to ask Forlì.

"Well, it's nothing, let's go."

"Take your car, I'm just taking a break."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Representative Foley got up and walked out the door, Berus following him.

"The last time I was at my house, I felt something was wrong."

"What's the problem, you're too sensitive, Doctor."

"Ah, maybe."

If Berus continues on this topic, Foley will say everything he wants to say, including, I'm sick, genetically caused, who knows, it's very unfortunate, well, it's a tumor, and it's fucking in the spinal cord, and it's right next to the nerve, and the location of that nerve can cause quadriplegia, what does that mean? Of course, if you are a doctor, you can understand that there is no problem with your hands and feet, but you can't use it.

That's right, it's so unscientific, the arm I've developed doesn't need central nerve conduction anymore, and if there is a problem with the coprocessor, the independent program will generate new computing channels to make accurate actions.

But my own hands and feet were like imbeciles that weaned and didn't know what to do, and a pile of models made of wood was useless, and rotted faster than wood.

"I want to eat barbecue."

"Okay, there's a barbecue restaurant a little south of my house, and there's barbecue before ten o'clock."

"I want to eat the kind of meat that tastes like a Korean restaurant when it's grilled."

"You really like those Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, Thais."

"What are you talking about, I'm just going to eat barbecue."

Foley sat in the passenger seat and laughed, "Can you tell the difference between those girls?" Don't you think they look the same? ”

"I can tell any face, even if you've had plastic surgery."

"Is this a gift?"

"The FBI's identification system is hundreds of times more powerful than that talent."

"But they're still wrong, aren't they?"

"That's because they believe in the comparison program, they don't trust their eyes."

"You seem to have a lot of grievances with the new technology."

Berus sat up straight, glanced at Forlì, and said loudly, "Do you think I'm upset because I can't get on the operating table?" ”

Seeing that Berus was teasing himself easily, Forlf relaxed a lot, "Isn't it?" Don't you hate those machines? ”

"Of course not, I just think there's something else that's very special, like the feeling, maybe you're about to solve this problem, or use your usual tricks to redefine the problem."

"That's a good trick."

"For example, if a person passed in front of you, how would you tell yourself if he was that person?"

"Yes, yes, no, no."

"Would you doubt it?"

Representative Foley quickly thought of what he had seen in the last bookstore not long ago, he only glanced at it, although he didn't see the front, but he knew that it was Ephia, he hadn't compared the hair color, height, look, or even smell, but he knew that it only took a moment for him to be sure that the side was Ephia, and it wouldn't be anyone else except her.