The timer rang at the same time every day, and when I opened my eyes, Samel was no longer visible on the light green sheets. Representative Foley sits up for a moment, only to remember that Samel said that she would take John to school for the rest of the day.

Why is it not that Samel is in charge or that she is in charge, and is it the same in other families? What would it be like if two people woke up John together? Thinking of this, Foley puts on his slippers and walks towards the bedroom door.

The door was open, and the sound of John's room could be heard, could it be that Samel had closed the door after entering John's room? This habit was completely different from that of Foley, who always opened the door and left it open, and although it woke Shammel from her bed, he subconsciously seemed to want her to see John enjoying a wonderful morning with him.

Walking to the door of John's bedroom, Foley didn't knock on the door, why didn't there be any sound at all, didn't John wake up yet? Representative Foley wants to put his ear to the door, but if he does, the datar will definitely give a warning that someone is trying to enter John's room. If you show it to Samel... Thinking of this, Representative takes a step back and goes back to bed for a while.

Although waking up early every day makes him feel tired, it has become a habit over the years.

Now I don't have to wake up early, but I don't know how to continue sleeping. It's really strange for people to have their bodies controlled by the brains above their necks, but sometimes they don't do it at all, they seem to have their own way of functioning, and there seem to be countless small brains in charge of the arms, pain, tension, worry, joy and sorrow.

At this moment, Foley couldn't sleep, his calves were sore, he closed his eyes, subconsciously forced the upper and lower eyelids to glue together, and the black background in front of him seemed to be drawn with a fluorescent chromogenic pen, spinning, sometimes like an elongated colored fruit gummy in a peeled nut shell.

Representative Foley recognizes it as a brown gummy bear, which John has loved since he was three years old. What was it doing, as soon as Forlì tried to follow its sliding steps, the bear fell to the ground, instantly turning into a puddle of pale yellow clear liquid.

He wasn't going to sleep anymore, so he picked up the towel he had placed on his chair last night and walked to the bathroom. As he descended the stairs, he saw Samel standing in front of the kitchen window, still wearing a blue dress with flowers, which she had been wearing for the past few days. Or did I pay too little attention to my wife, was she wearing this dress yesterday?

John wasn't at the table behind Shamer, and from where Shamel was standing, Foley guessed that John should be in the small yard in front.

If you ask where John is, will Samel feel that she lacks trust in her, she is John's mother. Representative Foley didn't think any further, which made him feel both rude and as if admitting that he and Samel had become alienated to the point where they had to think deeply about a word.

I can go to Jose's office early today, since I don't have to send John, I can go to the hospital for a check-up first, and I can rush back to the office in the afternoon.

Although it is not a big problem to leave things like regular emails to the data machine to do automatically, Foley is still used to replying to every email from the partner company as much as possible, not that he thinks the data machine is not good enough, in fact, those subtle little programs are more accurate in terms of words and grammar and make readers happy.

But when you think that this is a two-second job, Representative Foley is reminded of the old proverb: "If you don't have a near future, you must have a long future." ”

Three hours later, in Dr. José's office, when Foley watched José take out a pen and paper to take notes, as he had done the previous times, he thought of this old proverb again, and even had a slight affection for José, of course, he had no ill will towards the doctor in front of him, although the most terrible words came out of his mouth.

Representative Foley is still grateful to him, at this point, if Jose was not willing to tell the patient about his illness himself, he could have transmitted the diagnosis with a data device, but he chose to tell it himself, although it seems more cruel.

"Are there any other doctors who use pen and paper?" Representative Foley asks.

"There should be, but pen and paper are no longer necessary, and signatures are not so important anymore." José leaned back in his chair and looked at Forlì.

"What's wrong?" Representative Foley is a little worried.

"You said that I used a data device to transmit the condition to you a month ago, you don't have to come every week, we communicate through the data device, will it be different?"

"What's the difference?"

"I mean, emotionally, which is more acceptable?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean, if you're talking about my condition, then neither the words nor the words you tell me to my face will make any difference to its existence."

"I see." José lowered his head, as if thoughtful.

"But what can I say, I still thank you for telling me in person."

"Why?" The doctor looks up at Forlì.

Foley blushes, what to say, yes, how to say, this feeling. Why do I feel the need to thank José for telling me about my illness instead of using a data device to transmit it to myself?

"Nowadays, most doctors are accustomed to remote treatment, including consultations, body fluid examinations can be completed by themselves and intelligently analyzed through the data machine, doctors just make some empirical judgments, but in recent years, medical students have graduated less and less can accumulate face-to-face consultation and contact diagnosis and treatment experience."

"The false positive rate of the intelligent doctor is lower, and the simulation treatment system is far more effective than the previous treatment, reducing the risk caused by the original medication diagnosis."

"Did you graduate in medicine?"

"Ah, you're mistaken." Realizing that Jose might feel like he was working in front of a doctor, Foley was a little uneasy and hurriedly explained, "I just know more about how machines work, so I'm more familiar with intelligent diagnosis and treatment." ”

"That's right."

"For example, there are dozens of drug options for a disease, and the doctor will first use a certain antibiotic, and then change to another one, although this is a common method, but the risk is very high, every year because of chronic allergic reactions or too much medication, resulting in increased drug resistance or adverse drug reactions have brought a lot of problems to patients and treatment. In this regard, intelligent diagnosis and treatment is indeed much more accurate than doctors who rely on experience and test results. ”

"It's true, that simulation therapy reduces a lot of unnecessary and inappropriate treatment sessions."

"And you don't have to travel a lot."

"Yes."

"It's a pity that my problem can't be solved by intelligent machines." Representative Foley's grief came unexpectedly, and the human medical system has become as advanced as it is today, but he still can't escape his fate.

"Foley, you're already pretty good."

"Ah, thank you, I just wanted to say, otherwise... What else can I do? ”

"Maybe you can consider my suggestion. Spinal nervous system replacement. ”

"Spinal nervous system replacement?"

"I've never heard of it."

"This will be the first attempt."

"The most incredible thing I've ever heard is heart reconstruction."

"Surgery to reconstruct the liver, spleen, and kidneys is already very mature."

"Raised from pig embryos?"

"Haha, are we going to talk about those horrible Oriental stories?" Jose said with a smile, looking relaxed. "For example, if a person changes the heart of a pig, and soon after the taste gradually changes, he starts eating the food that the pig likes, and after a while the voice and habits of the voice and lifestyle become the same as that of the pig, are we going to talk about that nonsense?"

"It's not necessarily nonsense." Representative Foley responds.

"Rejection is no longer a problem."

"I think it's going to be different mentally."

"From where does it matter? Gene? From plant domestication to animal domestication, human manipulation of genes has been advancing at a rapid pace. ”

"No, it's not just genes, it's something else, I don't know, maybe you could think it's some mysterious substance."

"Matter?"

"Something we don't know yet."

"What about artificial organs made by reinvention technology? It's clean like a cochlear implant, a robotic arm, and you can also use it to charge your data device and even give it energy with sunlight. They are as clean as angels. ”

"Maybe I'm a little mystic."

José's data machine was unfolded to the size of the A4 paper he used to use, and a light blue curving crawling bug burrowed from one corner to another, and soon took on a shrunken version of the blue pyramid. Then the prompt sounds, and the screen curls like a cake, forming a U-shaped tube.

The two unconsciously chatted for half an hour, and the conversation had little to do with Foley's condition, and Foley thought it was a little funny, Jose was more like a psychiatrist, and he seemed to be a paranoid or schizophrenic, and all his illness was a fantasy.

Jose doesn't do any invasive treatment on him, they just need to talk, talk, or use some medication and his illness will be cured.

"You can't tell me your decision today, can you? I think you still need time. ”

Reality quickly shatters the illusion, and Representative Foley sits up straight and nods.

"We all know what the biggest obstacle is."

"Honestly, I can't guess a patient's handicap as a doctor, Foley. I can't easily think that my thoughts are yours, what I need is for you to tell me that my thoughts don't matter. ”

"Well, I thought everyone would understand this." The doctors are so cold to calm down, no matter how much they have ever made you feel like friends who talk to you about anything. "As a result of this surgery, the original memory will be lost." Representative Foley watched as José slowly voiced his concerns.

"The description of the surgery is about a change in mindset."

"My understanding is that what I know changes."

"This is just speculation, not to mention that new thinking is not necessarily bad."

"Don't you think it's like changing the nerves of a pig?"

"But it will keep you alive and be able to keep yourself in bed without being paralyzed, maybe not, you can have your," José didn't finish.

"Free will." Representative Foley says.

"That's right, that's the word."