Representative Foley returns to the bedroom and sees Shamel's stat next to her pillbox.

He first tried John's birthday and name combination, and after showing the error, he chose Sammel's birthday and name again, and finally he entered the date the two met and Sammel's name, and the data machine opened.

There was no further encryption, including the texture of the finger, the way it unfolds, and the sound, and only the ordinary password encryption, which was too much to Foley expected.

What kind of person are you, Shamel? The data machine doesn't answer this question, and there's no way Foley asks it such a question, and it's impossible for a man to ask another what kind of person his wife is, even if it's a very intelligent machine.

People give machines some human habits, machines themselves may not understand, they do not need to understand, human beings live in a world composed of social interactions, and machines do not need social relations to play a stable role.

Representative Foley thinks that's why machines are more reliable and efficient than humans in many areas, and they don't have as many worries.

He searched the data machine for information about himself, and there was very little information about Forlì, a divorce agreement, a few group photos, and an insurance policy.

The date of the divorce agreement was a month ago, and Shamel filed for divorce on the grounds that she didn't know each other, which made Representative Foley laugh, if she was still alive, Foley might be angry, very angry, what kind of reason is this, you are just as unreasonable as your father, and you make your own claim.

But now, it didn't help for him to get angry at the data machine.

He sat on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed.

Early in the morning, Langkaram offered to send John to school, but Forlì did not refuse, he needed such help, but could not express gratitude, and Langkaram did not seem to need gratitude, she hurriedly took John out like a sluggish puppy.

Foley stood outside the bathroom all morning, and sometimes he could hear Shamel coming out of it, and the hot water pipe should have stopped roaring when the faucet was turned off, and the pipe should have been repaired a long time ago.

There was water in the bathtub that flowed to the ground, and the ticking sound was non-stop, and the water was still blue in the bathtub, and when it reached the ground, it flowed slower and slower, and the color became darker and darker, turning into a blackened red, and finally condensed at his feet. After shaking his head vigorously, he turned and ran to the bedroom.

People can enter into a trance at any time, and if you don't control it, your mind will slide like a slide to the bottom of a certain volcano.

There is a great deal of clarity in Foley's existence, or rather his profession makes him more obedient to the simple if-do rules, deactivating some of his brain resources, reassembling new ones, and disconnecting some systems when they are out of their normal range, and taking over control of the higher systems.

When a high-level system is in crisis, it is broken down into separate systems to maintain proper functioning.

This independent integration system exists in the form of superimposed cubes in Foley's brain, which can be disassembled and flattened. Now he collapsed on the bed, relying on this regrouped rationality trying to keep thinking.

Maybe neither Shamel nor Mother can effectively coordinate brain resources, and the most frightening thing is that we can't know how they work through our consciousness.

Representative Foley strongly agrees with the philosopher David Hume that no mind can try to fully understand itself by looking at itself.

When a person is in a state of mania, depression, or illness, how can one clearly distinguish between what is under one's control and what is leading oneself to destruction?

Representative Foley can't feel much, he's just sad, painful. He understands what the pain caused by a stressful event means in the machine world, and it means effective correction, allowing some parts of the brain to correct the mistakes made by others.

This is an advantage that humans have evolved. Theoretically, it's getting richer and more powerful, and humans have a more recently evolved cerebral cortex system than animals, and don't watch a horror movie and believe that a vampire will bite their neck in the middle of the night.

But the truth is not so rosy, and many people's brains are suffering from extreme feelings and are unable to control their tendency to destruction through their own consciousness.

Shamer's medical record is almost a depression death notice, and John's death was foretold at the time of his birth, not a car accident, not an operation accident, not a viral infection, and Sammel died by suicide. The cause of suicide is a condition called depression whose cause is still unknown.

He finally understood that the pills of different sizes that Samel was taking were not genetic beauty drugs to keep her appearance in her 40s, but some psychotropic drugs that were useless no matter how you took them, and gradually increased the dosage to maintain a normal life.

Finally he saw a video from the doctor's record, which he didn't want to open, but thought it might be a hypnotherapy video, recorded so that the patient could see his subconscious when he woke up, and he felt he had to open it.

Although he didn't want to see his wife after hypnosis, he turned it on.

It wasn't a video of Sammel's treatment, but a video of John's room being recorded by a monitor they deliberately stopped using.

John sat on the bed and stroked the wall with his right hand, once, twice, three times, and then again, twice, three times from where he had started, toward the door.

The video is 21 minutes long, and John does these actions over and over again, and does them all the way for 21 minutes, and who else will watch such a set of looping shots except the father or mother of the child.

He remembered John playing a game of guessing blocks with himself at the dinner table, and each time it was the same number: 8.

He remembered that day he came home from José's office, and saw John in the yard carrying out flower pots that were impossible to move, measuring his steps repeatedly along the three corners of the garden.

He thought of Gerina worriedly telling him that John might have some problems with his attention.

Finally his consciousness rested on the side of Ephia's face, and although he couldn't see her eyes, Foley now fully understood that her eyes were staring at John—strange behavior.

Damn it. Representative Foley curses.

You never know when life banished you to the frontier of despair, when God made the decision to give you up.

When Forley came to his senses, shame and grief came over him at the same time.

The day Samel didn't pick up John from school, she should have noticed that something was wrong.

Maybe she had already tried to kill herself that day.

As for the reason, the data device shows very clearly, bipolar disorder, in recent years, has become a depressive disorder, sometimes good and sometimes bad, Samel is very strong, but depression is like identifying her, and he will not let her go no matter what.