"Sounds perfect, but one thing is overlooked, Mussel Lingmei."

"What?"

"How?"

"How?"

"Yes, regardless of the advantages and disadvantages, based on the consideration of interests, it is normal decision-making thinking to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but this is not the point, the point is that you have to tell me how to achieve them?

Otherwise, it makes no sense to assume that we are sitting here discussing a science fiction movie, Captain Kirk in "Star Trek" has arrived on a planet, and the creatures there can cover Captain Kirk's consciousness, whether it wants to do it or not.

Perhaps the film could have a creature stretch out its transparent tentacles and enter Captain Kirk's consciousness, either through the temple or from the back of the head.

Maybe it can go straight from the spine to the center, as in "The Puppet Master".

These are films, and they can be used to represent an intrusive process, but if you want me to believe that this is a reality that can happen, you have to tell me how they do, the machines that you hypothetize, how do they cover human consciousness? ”

"All I can say is that they're still trying."

"Maybe I'm about to try what you said."

"What?"

"Essence nerve invasion."

"Hahaha." Representative Foley laughs. Feeling like she had never heard such a funny joke, a serious Japanese woman told herself early in the morning that artificial intelligence would crawl from her spine into the central nervous system and settle there.

"We don't think there's anything ridiculous about this, the reality is that a lot of people have lost their lives because of it, which gives us reason to believe that they haven't done it well enough, but no one knows how long it will be before they succeed in invading our consciousness."

"What's wrong with our consciousness becoming AI?"

"What's wrong?"

"What if the aim is to enslave humanity from now on? What if it's aggression? ”

"It depends on your faith in the future, Miss Ryomi Mussel."

"Let's hear your faith in the future."

Representative Foley is lost in thought, in fact he can't give a sufficiently optimistic answer, as Mussel Lingmei assumed, if he was AI, he could cover the human mind, why not? What's the reason not to?

"These are some of the cases where we confirmed the intrusion of AI."

The gleaming data device under Mussel Lingmei's slender fingers gradually opened, revealing a faint light, and she reached out to place it in front of Forlì, and only after the arm that was about to break at the touch reached back in its place did Foley turn his attention to the data device.

Then he realizes that his life is not only bleak in the present, but also tragic in the future, and even the past cannot be at peace.

"Maybe you know a few of them, maybe someone has mentioned something to you."

Mussel's voice became blurry in the room, and he saw Nava Canano, Eugene Soder, Laura Xelles, Summert Martin, Jim Leonard.

"Your doctor recommended you to go to UC Medical Center for treatment, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"We want you to agree to this offer."

"That sounds like an attractive proposition."

"Yes, there's a high probability that it will succeed, and we expect that in so many cases, none of these will be truly successful."

"Why do you say that?"

"They died one after another, and that wasn't a bad thing."

"But, look at Nava and you," Mussel paused, seeing Representative shake her head before she continued. "Eugene Soder, as well as Martin, they died no more than four hours apart."

"What do you mean?"

"Our computational model believes that this is definitely not a meaningless coincidence."

This is indeed not a simple coincidence, and Berus's model also found this. Although the purpose of calculation is different for both.

"Maybe they can't do it yet, I mean, when they get into the human neural network, they have a similar rejection reaction."

"You're talking about rejection as psychotic symptoms?"

"There is a possibility of impaired advanced decision-making, depression, mania, and schizophrenia."

"Damn, they're tough guys."

"Yes, there's nothing humans can do about it."

"You mean, we haven't figured out how to get the brain and the AI to coexist, they're already uninvited?"

"It's all speculation. We want you to undergo surgery, and before the surgery, we will have a neurofilm attached to your brain. It consumes very little power, enough power in the brain itself, and it is used to record exactly what the AI has done. ”

"An implantable neurochip?"

"Yes."

"As far as I know, research on neurochips has been done in laboratories for a long time."

"Progress is slow."

"Film technology is a new leap forward."

"It's wonderful, Miss Ryomi Mussel, it's a wonderful science fiction story, and Philip K. Dick and Ridley Scott will love your story."

"It's not a story, Mr. Foley, it's a very reasonable speculation."

Foley stood up and walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of sparkling water, sat back in place and drank it alone, and after drinking half of the bottle, he looked at Mussel Lingmei. "I'm sorry, do you want a bottle?"

The guest understands what it means for the host to do so.

"No thanks, this is my visit address, we hope you think about it, and then, contact me as soon as possible."

"I don't think it's necessary, my illness is not a small probability of one in 100,000, it's just a variety of coincidences, with your ability, you will definitely be able to find a more suitable person than me."

"But there's no reason why you should refuse such an operation. It can save you from paralysis. ”

"There was no reason for that."

The second half of the sentence after a pause in the second half of the sentence did not come out, and the green mouth Lingmei was a little lost, looking like she was deeply disappointed in herself, maybe she had never been hit like this, who knows.

She was indeed pretty, but Foley was not in the mood to think about such things, and perhaps if she had behaved more weakly, as her body and appearance had given the impression she had made, Foley would have had some reverie about what would have awaited him in such an oriental woman.

But at the moment, Forley was uninterested, and something was urging him to send off the guests and get to work immediately.

But the guest had no intention of leaving, she smiled again, the sun was gradually rising out of the window, Langkaram was ringing the doorbell at any moment, and John might have opened his eyes and waited for his father to say good morning to him as usual.

Nothing had changed, if the pain of Shamer's departure could be hidden in a small box buried under the fertile soil of memory, disconnected from all the neural networks connected to it, from the ancient brain tissue to the newest cerebral cortex.

If you can set it up like this, everything will be fine.

Sometimes when a person is in your life, it is more like being buried in the soil, not being extracted, not being connected and not having feelings.

Shamer, even in this house, most of the time is indistinguishable from not being there, even if they are husband and wife, they just do their own thing.

Foley tries to forget Sammel in the same way that he forgets the disease, he does it well, John is better, and the two forget the same person in their own way.