"Reeking of alcohol?" Instantly, a person came to Doctor Gao's mind—his father, a severe alcoholic who refused to leave his bedroom.
But if it was his father, there was no reason for him to undergo a Shared Brain with him.
Was it to help me understand his world better? Or to make me more like him?
The deeper the investigation went, the more confused Doctor Gao became—his brain was forgetting certain things, very crucial things.
"Shared Brain is a very dangerous endeavor; each time there is a risk of losing oneself. I advise you to reconsider." Bu Cunzai lowered his head, looking at the syllabus, his mind calculating other things. He used the pen in his hand to sketch on the syllabus, finally circling the word "kill" at the end of the page.
"After class, take me to the Shared Brain equipment for a look."
