Babel wasn't just about people speaking different languages, she remembered Howard Lovecraft saying that there is nothing more benevolent than the inability of humans to connect all their thoughts.

When we can really piece all that disparate knowledge together, the real world before us and the human condition in it will lead us either to madness or to escape from the terrible light to a peaceful, dark new age.

What would he think if there was something that Foley could do about it, Ephia didn't understand, she seemed to have lost something, she had been in a dazed state of lightness since last night, unable to concentrate or think further, as if she was locked into a level, and when she reached that level, the clock froze.

For her, there are more important issues to consider, the man in front of her, she knows that she likes him, she knows from the beginning of the meeting, and what kind of fate makes each other leave each other and never think about finding each other again.

Should she be hated? Now, time has passed, and John is almost old enough to enter school.

Now Foley's life looks like a mess, and she can't understand it at all, she wants to know if she should continue to like Foley, and if she wants to like him, a man who can't keep his life in a mess.

It couldn't have been worse at a time like this, even if he got married and had children, it wouldn't have made Ephia so upset, but his wife had died, she had died by suicide, and his most important John still had a little problem.

Ephia knew she didn't have that ability — right and wrong, which humans don't have.

Coming out of the bookstore, Foley drops her home, and then she knows that he's going to go home to take care of the kids and do what a father does, and none of that has anything to do with her, is not only bad but a torture at all.

Finally, she lay on the bed, the wind outside the window carried the sweetness of the fruit trees, there was still something watching her, watching her walk into the room from the bathroom, her wet hair leaning on the pillow, she was exhausted, she was getting sleepy, but there was a hammer beating her brain, and she couldn't stop beating this beating without finding the answer.

Unlike the night before, she knew what was watching her—it was Foley, the eyes of Foley in her head.

People are so selfish, and it occurred to Ephia that as a human being she should worry about Forlì and feel sorry for Forlì, but she knew that it wasn't, not exactly.

The majority thought was that she wanted to know why Foley hadn't contacted her in the first place, and what kind of relationship she should have with Foley at a time like this.

She thought of Foley's body, her cold palms as she embraced, and she closed her eyes as she held the quilt, trying to tell herself not to think about it.

On a rainy night, the scent of flowers overflowed, and she stretched out her fingers to brush his back, waking him up in the haze of his sleep, and he took her hand and placed it on her abdomen, which was as flat as an open grassland.

Her body trembled slightly, and her gaze burning as she peered into the room became more and more intense, and Ephia suddenly woke up.

Damn, she cursed herself. It was as if private pleasures were being watched by everyone, as if they were ashamed and angry.

Immediately after reason took back the lead, none of these things were true, but Forlì had mental problems.

After experiencing the death of his mother, the suicide of a friend, the suicide of his wife, not to mention whether John's mental problems were inherited from his mother or the Soder family, according to the current state of Foley, it is more likely to be inherited from him, fantasy personality or schizophrenia, she can't tell the difference.

"I didn't expect you to agree to work with us."

"You didn't expect that? I thought everything was in your expectation. ”

"The insurance and remuneration will be implemented in the afternoon, and I will tell you about some specific operations in a moment."

"Okay."

When Foley later remembers this day, he feels a little sympathetic to Mussel Lingmei, a feeling that is limited to men and women, and has nothing to do with her role in the Jellyfish Project.

But on that day, his calmness was unusual, not at all like a human being.

"When did you make an appointment with the doctor for surgery?"

"Three days later, in the morning."

"We need to do a test on you before that, you should have gone to our side, but considering ......"

Mussel Lingmei paused for a few seconds. "In case you somehow find the place in your memory and the other people of the Jellyfish Project, which is dangerous for the whole thing, the new nervous system may be able to find the previous memories to put it simply."

"Of course, we don't know anything about them."

"But you know a little bit about it, and we're sure you'll know better about their condition than other surgeons, whether they're independent, hierarchical, or integrated."

"I'm curious, the first two are still in the past, this is not as simple as I developed a robot arm independent integration system, in fact, the two seem to be related, but it can be said that the latter has no reference meaning."

Mussel Lingmei didn't speak, her tall and thin neck was white and flawless, revealing the fragrance of a girl and her arrogant self-confidence.

She never mentioned what had happened before, as if it had never happened, and it was as if such a thing was expected by her.

No one likes to face someone who knows everything, and Representative Foley is no exception. But Mussel Lingmei obviously didn't think much of this.

"If it's all in one, how do I know which part of my consciousness is and which part is artificial intelligence." Representative Foley is telling the truth.

"We can't really answer that question, but maybe you do."

"If that's the case, I don't think I'm better aware, you say? There are two voices in my head, which is tantamount to schizophrenia. ”

"That's why those people committed suicide."

"Those people?" Representative Foley looks at Mussel Lingmei, waiting for some guess to emerge from this beautiful face.

"Before you go to the hospital, we implant a neurofilm into your brain, the brain is enough to supply it with the amount of electricity it needs, and we use it to collect information, and this is the first attempt, and although the neurofilm is well hidden, if the doctor does a head tomography scan, you can still see it."

"I would tell the doctor that there was no need for that kind of test."

"The doctor may not listen to you, but you don't have to worry about this, we will arrange for you, your last imaging record was three weeks ago, and your brain is very healthy, so you don't need another scan."

"Okay, what else?"

"That's all, Foley, you've made the right decision, and it may bring unimaginable value to your children and more, and our brains will gain a newer layer of structure, a more rational and fresh judgment than the frontal system."

"Spiritual problems can be solved through higher-order thinking in the future? Are you referring to this? ”

"You're smart, I can't say that, I'm not a doctor."

You just want me to think so. This is not uttered by Representative Foley, he believes that Ryomi Asselsuchi knows everything, and he not only believes intuitively as a person, but he has evidence.

"I'll be here again tomorrow night, and it's best if you don't go out for a few days."

"Worried about what happened to me? You're missing a test piece? ”

"Not an experiment, we respect you."

"Respect? I don't dare to be. ”

"If there is no problem, I'll go first and have a good rest."

"Wait a minute." Representative Foley shouts.

Mussel Lingmei stood motionless in some confusion, "What else." ”

"When will the film come out?"

"Why don't you answer, do you want to put it away for the rest of your life?"

The corners of Mussel Lingmei's mouth trembled slightly.