At this moment, this feeling crept into Ephia's heart.

Foley, she calls his name in her head.

Foley, where are you? Eventually, the brain gets more and more tired due to nervousness and short periods of intense concentration.

Before she fell unconscious, she smelled the scent of flowers, which she could often smell before the city had no large number of genetically modified flowers.

Representative Foley wakes John up early the next morning and rushes to school, not only did he not sleep all night, but he couldn't even wait to turn on the connection to John's room at two o'clock in the morning and drive around the neighborhood.

He thought maybe he should look at the trees planted in front of everyone's house, and that Ephia might not buy a house, but what trees should she plant?

If you see him, you'll know, maybe pay attention to the windows of every house, maybe you'll sense something, damn it, maybe you'll always find some clues.

But what could John do in doing so, even if he could see the scene in his room, he might not be able to rush back immediately when danger occurred.

I should have bought a companion robot so I could take care of John.

He thought that this thing had to be done immediately, to choose the most suitable robot model for John, preferably with a customized face, like whom? John would have preferred robots to be more human-like or more robot-like.

He once talked to John about robots, and John believed that robots wouldn't attack humans, saying, "Robots are there to help humans." To keep the peace. ”

"So will the robot get bored one day and don't want to help humans anymore and want to wipe out humans?"

"No, Dad, you can control robots."

"Is it possible that one day humans will no longer be able to control robots, and robots will have a war with humans?"

"If that's the case, robots won't be at war with humans, robots and humans are both going to maintain peace."

Foley remembers these answers vividly, and he is puzzled by the fact that John had never been exposed to science fiction, and he had not even told him science fiction stories.

But why does the idea of robots and humans living in peace seem to be a matter of course for a child, and are these ideas not learned, but transmitted to the human community in some more subtle way?

A memetic way to make people unconsciously approve of something for no reason.

Even in children, there may be something that has been passed on and imprinted in the thinking system like genes.

And if so, who is the God of all this?

The sky is slightly bright, the morning light is warm, and the cool breeze is not gone. This warmth, brought by vision, makes the brain feel a little warmer.

Just like how people feel warm and cool tones. It's nothing but an elaborate hallucination of the brain.

Fear may be more of an illusion, but the difference is that people can neither enjoy it obediently nor ignore it easily, and lingering is its essence.

Fear is different from adventure, more and more young people find life boring, adventure is expensive, so they choose cheap and high-quality virtual experiences, in a few dollars once, people can dive into the deep sea of the Great Barrier Reef, no diving skills are required, but the emotional experience is wonderful.

People can choose to climb Mount Everest once a day, without losing their lives due to lack of oxygen and cold, and without the need for a professional to accompany them, as long as they find the right path according to the cues received by the brain, they can reach the summit.

There will be fears, there will be breathing difficulties, but they will all pass, because after all, one can trust that as long as there is no problem with the heart, he will not encounter real danger in the virtual experience.

But in case, there is a situation, Foley didn't think much about it, if what Mussel Lingmei said was true, then how much the human world would change, and how fast the change would happen, Foley couldn't imagine.

At first it's the nervous system, and then, maybe through the skin and any tissue in the body can connect to an individual's neural network, and that's what those slugs do, except that they're not carbon and oxygen creatures, they, what they are.

These issues never really leave people's eyes, but in the form of another meme, people keep ignoring the possible dangers.

But what if you know the danger? Is humanity slowing down the pace of science? Can the inertia of forward be reversed?

The answer is well known, and even conservative religious people know that once humanity has entered an acceleration, it will never go backwards.

Foley knows that he believes what Mussel Lingmei says, and perhaps this trust does not come from trusting the facts itself, but coincides with his attitude towards the future, and he knows that he will believe them and desperately denies them.

Believing is as difficult as denial, and it's a dilemma that almost everyone faces.

People tend to give up on decisions or wait for others to make decisions for them.

This is what friends and lovers mean when it comes to Foley.

If you are really alone, I am afraid that you will really become a psychopath.

Then he thought of Shamer and his mother, perhaps it was this loneliness without sunrise that they were experiencing, with no one to trust and no one to wait.

They can't afford to wait on a shoulder in a difficult situation to help them take on some, perhaps neither a responsibility nor a pain, but a degree of shame. Is it lonely or ashamed that you can't afford to live?

John sat quietly in his blue locomotive seat, and when he first bought the chair he used to say that it was his cockpit, but now he rarely mentions it, perhaps growing up to be disillusioned, and growing up ashamed to say some real but immature thoughts.

"Little man, have you had enough for breakfast?"

"Hmm."

John looked out the window and replied softly.

"I'll pick you up from school in the afternoon and take you to a burger."

"Burgers?"

"yes."

"I want fries."

"No problem."

Hearing John speak like a child of his age, the tension that Foley had been from the previous night had finally eased somewhat.

But soon he clearly understood that two weeks were almost up, Jose, Mussel Lingmei, whether it was a traditional surgery or a nerve replacement, he had to make a decision in the remaining days.

The car is parked in the parking lot next to the school, and Representative takes John to trot into the classroom, where he looks around and doesn't see Ephia, and finally has to ask Jelena.

"Efia? She hasn't come yet. Jelena was too busy looking for the child to answer any more.

Feeling embarrassed, Foley stood aside for a few minutes, saw the gap and asked, "Do you know where she lives?" ”

As soon as he said that, he was worried that his son's teacher would definitely treat him as a perverted parent. Fortunately, Jelena seemed to know that Ephia knew him, she looked at Forlì, hesitated a moment before finally squeezing out a sentence, 361 Valdo Street.

Representative says thank you as he runs to the parking lot, where he drove past last night, across from the Mayfield Elementary basketball court, which should be the place.

Efiya, wait for me, Ephia, don't disappear.

The urgency of sitting in his car praying is all too familiar to Representative Foley, who is a naturalist and waits for his mother's PET scan report and his own test results in Jose's office.

The drive to Berus's house and the rush to Shamer's side were far more unsettling than what was happening right in front of us, and the innate human imagination of fear was more unbearable than reality itself, so people sped up, slammed on the gas, breathed heavily, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.