The examination went well, no one had scanned his brain, and the film was unaware of the unknown part of his brain collecting everything about him.

From the science and technology known to Foley, human technology can only reconstruct some brain images with an accuracy rate of only 80%, and in an experimental state, the experimenter looks at dozens of pictures and redraws the patterns by observing the changes in the brain. As the familiarity of the image and the length of the test change, the accuracy rate becomes lower and lower.

Representative Foley lies in the operating preparation room, a little glad he should have been nervous or scared.

But what Foley feels is glad that for the first time Shamel's father brought her body back from Los Angeles to New York, in a great grief somewhere on three corners against the wall, a little boy named Glad stood alone without saying a word, with the same face as himself.

This meant that he did not have to endure the torment of not being able to tell his wife about his illness, which from the outset was far greater than the fear of the illness itself.

If a person has no relatives, maybe the disease will come naturally and end on time.

But because of parents, family and children, as well as some colleagues and a little dream that you can't fall behind, it becomes a monster, sometimes hideous, sometimes cowardly but can tear you apart in one bite.

This monster is ever-changing, and there is no prototype.

The robots were already in place, the doctor was wearing a green surgical gown with a calm expression, the machines were familiar to him, and he knew that their subtle inadequacies had no effect on the operation.

Looking at the 720-degree rotating arm, these guys are connected to each other through the network, even if they are attacked by a network attack in the middle, they can still be disconnected and used independently, and the synchronous learning system makes the operation no longer semi-automated.

If a doctor is willing to try it himself, the robot will laugh at it, like a human watching a monkey flip through a book, or watching a mouse walk through a maze.

The wisdom of the high, Foley has a kind of awe of this, since he is more intelligent than humans, why should he enter the human world?

Lingmei mussel tried to convince him that if AI could hack into human neural networks, why not do it? True, there is no reason not to, unless it is detrimental to them.

But perhaps there is another possibility, a difficulty in the evolution of artificial intelligence, such as the confusion of human emotions, whether human emotions play a higher role or are they more primitive and inferior than we think?

What if they're just trying to learn about these things they want to know? Isn't it the best way to be human, or to be part of a human being?

After understanding, do you go on a killing spree, let those patients fall into the cage of thinking, and finally give up their lives? Or are they experiencing some kind of difficulty, in fact, because they can't survive well in the human body?

No, they weren't creatures, what they were, what form they were, Foley felt confused. He thought of a more absurd but realistic possibility, like human thoughts and emotions, if they weren't something materialistic.

Foley was so happy to be able to think so easily, and he even thought that maybe it was the effect of the film, and his brain was abnormally calm.

The decisions he made today, the future of his life, no longer need to be explained to others, which made him feel as if he had received a precious gift.

The Jellyfish Project is seamless, but it ignores a small thing, and this event, like a mirror, illuminates the other corner of the matter, a shadow that hides in the shadows but trumpets itself as the sun.

He could only define it intuitively, and hoped that he would not be blamed for it, let alone save humanity.

Regardless of the truth, there is one thing that has gone wrong, a big mistake.

Berus was not suicidal.

He had replaced the fingers and half of the palm of his hand without picking up a knife and stabbing him in the chest, the unmistakable position of the heart, maybe the doctor could do it, but a machine could do better.

And it can leave no trace, like a fly that flies into the room and then flies out of the window after seeing a neat and mirror-like kitchen, a flying machine with a kitchen knife and a carefully predicted timing.

If a person's routine is very regular, a person who places too much emphasis on regularity will find a suitable time point for the computer to find a comfortable time.

However, Belus never used a knife, he didn't have a knife at home, and he shouldn't even have a dinner knife.

If his death is not a suicide, it poses another problem, which has contributed to all of Foley's decisions, but he still has no hatred for Mussel Lingmei, and even some gratitude, perhaps because beautiful women always make men unhateful.

Maybe it's because Ephia is alive and well.

The surgery notice was very long and printed out on paper, and the hospital said that this habit had not been replaced by computers, and Representative Foley smiled and did not answer.

"About two hours."

"Okay."

"How sure are you?"

"If it goes well, your limbs won't be too bad, but maybe some of the functions of the upper limbs or legs need some training after surgery to strengthen the nerve connections."

"It's nice to have your limbs controlled directly by your brain."

"Actually, that's exactly what happened."

"So what does nerve replacement replace?"

"Direct control of the limbs through the brain is a good direction, and great progress has been made in clinical practice."

"No one should have to suffer from paralysis in the future."

"Maybe not in 10 years."

"That's good."

"Brain transmission is one thing, limb feedback is another."

"We want a safer future, this historic passageway, makes us more like a person, doesn't it?"

"More like a vertebrate."

The doctor is not tall, has reassuring brown eyes, looks like he is in his early forties, and is a good age to do research, and such research should be able to get a lot of support.

Representative closes his eyes, and the anesthesia quickly puts him in a dream.

Ephia meets Old Foley Sr., who looks like Foley in the future.

Forlì had once again disappeared from her life, and she felt right, that Foley had never liked her so much, that they had been so close but still hadn't developed a closer relationship.

The reason can only be that he doesn't like himself so much, it's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he doesn't like it enough.

Sometimes she even wishes that Foley was not a somewhat reserved man, and that he could be more ......

Thinking of this, Ephia couldn't help but yearn to forget him completely.

A man who doesn't like himself enough is not worth it.

On the third day of separation, there was no news from Foley, and everything was the same as it had been years ago, she knew where he lived, and even saw his children every day, and now his father, as if she were in his life.

Years ago, he also knew where she worked, knew her school, knew her phone number, and the two met often, but they were like a rainbow that they forgot to appear after a rain, silently.