Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Chapter 1081: Why is this fucking thing again?

On the outskirts of Boston lies a hundred-acre research institute.

The Institute was originally held by a pharmaceutical company with a market value of about $2 billion as a cooperative of MIT.

Until last year, research was focused on clinical biology.

But now that it has been acquired by its First National Bank of Boston with a new mission, all research has shifted to the study of human cryo-dormant technology, and billions of dollars have been invested by the well-known charity, the Cancer Medical Research Fund, to send those terminally ill patients who cannot be properly treated in this century to their future, where they can be cured.

The Institute of Cryobiology is now managed by Space-X and merged with Space-X's Cryodormant Laboratory.

The reason for this smooth cooperation is that both parties share the same demand for refrigerated dormancy technology, only one in the direction of space and the other in the direction of medicine.

For another reason…

Naturally, it's because both have a common golden master, David Lawrence, the young leader of the Boston Consortium.

Not just this cryobiology lab.

Now the vast majority of Space-X projects, as long as he likes them, he invests in them, even if many of them look less profitable...

Right now, in the cryobiology lab.

A giant cylindrical dish sits in the middle of two computers, connected by a wide variety of pipelines. In the middle of the dish, lying quietly in the middle of a test monkey, if not for the ECG beating line, just looking outside and not even knowing if it was alive or dead.

Staring at the monkey for a long time, David Lawrence asked.

“How's the research going? ”

Standing beside him, Musk smiled and talked: “So far so well, parliamentarians with whom we had good relations convinced the Congressional Budget Committee at the hearing that cryo-dormant technology was an essential part of space colonization, especially for the colonial exploration of distant galaxies. This made it possible for us to get orders from NASA--”

“You know I don't care about that. ”

Looking at the dishes not far away, and the experiments floating inside with the monkeys, that look was like staring at something far away, and David Lawrence said in a careless tone, "I have a lot of money, and I don't care how much you can make with this stuff, I just care if you can finish my plan. ”

Looking behind Lawrence, Musk couldn't help but swallow his mouth.

After a while of silence, he tried to calm himself from the tension and soothed his tight eyebrows, he said.

“I understand, Mr. Rich Lawrence… In fact, what I care about is not entirely money, and it is a pleasure to be able to make childhood dreams come true, only to make dreams a reality, we have to seek the help of those who are able to do so. ”

Lawrence tapped to the bottom: “If NASA has the resources you need, I don't dislike what you're doing, I just hope you don't do it backwards. I don't care if it saves the poor lives of a few poor people, but this technology is important to me, and I need it, it's that simple. ”

The Musk gesture respectfully turned slightly.

“I understand. ”

Though a new star in the Silicon Valley family, and has been crowned by countless people with a series of titles such as "Iron Man," “The Future Tech Industry Giant," he is well aware that in front of the old Wall Street financial crocodiles, neither he nor the internet tycoon who has become a giant is worth mentioning.

Their wealth was accumulated in centuries, and even the Federal Revenue Service did not know how much money they had.

And the connections that are embedded in the entire financial system…

Sometimes it's scarier to grasp these things than just having money.

Looking at the monkey floating in the culture, Lawrence was silent for a while and suddenly spoke.

“Speaking of which, I have one other thing that I care about. ”

Musk immediately asked.

“What is it?”

“About your little company called Neuralink, and the project called Neurolace,” Lawrence looked away from the dish and looked at Musk with interest, “I wonder how it's going now. ”

Neuralace, or Neuralace, is a technique that implants nanoscale wire boreholes into the brain and contacts external electrodes.

Based on such technology, users will be able to transmit signals through external electrodes, enabling them to operate a range of electronic devices, including mobile phones, computers, etc., or even project consciousness directly into the Internet, interacting face-to-face with people far from home.

Similar technologies were developed a long time ago, but only recently became popular again.

“Some progress has been made… but not much compared to two years ago," explains Tong, Musk. "There is no doubt about the technical feasibility of establishing a brain interface through nanowire wires, as we have confirmed long ago. But the problem is, even if we've done enough nerve lace, it's hard to guarantee it won't cause permanent damage to the brain...”

After listening to Musk's explanation, Lawrence nodded and the expression on his face seemed to be thinking about something.

Just as Musk wondered why the guy suddenly thought of Neuralink, which he invested in, Lawrence suddenly continued to ask.

“If, in a frozen dormant state, only the dormant body, not the dormant brain… or just a portion of the brain, can it be done in theory to ensure that the other half of the dream is sober? ”

Musk stunned slightly and his pupils contracted instantly.

“What do you mean…”

“Looks like you've guessed," Lawrence laughed, lifting her chin gently, pointing to the monkey soaked in the dish not far from her chin, "I wonder, can you use 'that thing' in a dormant state? ”

“… this, I am not quite clear," Musk shook his head, "… this is not my profession, and it is irresponsible to draw arbitrary conclusions about this unborn technology. ”

But if it's just a theoretical guess, ”he paused for a moment, continuing," If you keep a part of the brain, you're not just going to have to implant a brain interface, you're going to have to implant a nutritional interface, and you're going to have to import oxygen and nutrients from the outside to sustain the brain. ”

Lawrence: "So it's still theoretically possible? ”

Musk couldn't help but hold his breath against his gaze.

He thought his imagination was empty enough, and he didn't expect anyone to be crazier than himself.

“The weak flesh is just a burden, a spirit - or consciousness is the very essence of being born, I thought you would agree with me," see Musk hasn't spoken for half a day, Lawrence's face shows a glimmer of disappointment that he doesn't know is true, smiles and continues, “But it's okay, you're just a passenger of this era, you just have to do as I say. ”

At this point, the secretary standing next to him suddenly walked over with his phone and said a few words to Lawrence in ear.

A surprised look appeared on his face. Lawrence looked at what was on the screen of his phone, his eyebrows lifted gently, and his voice had some interesting smells, he said.

“Something interesting seems to have happened. ”

”Musk frowned and immediately asked,“ What's going on? "

Lawrence laughed easily and said, "The phone is on you, and the first thing on Twitter is hot, you should be able to play with these things more than I am. Why don't you take a look for yourself? ”

Without any stops, Musk immediately took his phone out of his pocket and cut it onto Twitter's APP.

However, at the moment of contact with the screen…

His heart beat, almost halfbeat.

Jinling Institute of Higher Studies completes neural access virtual reality technology to achieve seamless connectivity between non-invasive nervous system and computer system!

[Starry Sky Technologies is open to the world to raise virtual reality system packaging and testing experimenters!

Seeing these two lines, Musk barely sprayed a bite of old blood.

Oh, shit!

Starry Sky Technology!

Why is this fucking thing again?