Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

Family lounge.

Mrs. Newsom and her children waited anxiously -

They had been waiting for several hours, and traveling from California to New York was already exhausting, not to mention the disappointment they had already experienced in the hospital in California.

There were dark circles in his eyes, and he leaned tiredly against the chair and the wall, with silent anxiety filling the air.

The California hospital told them that the governor's condition was very bad. Even if he could barely be saved, there was a high probability that he would become a vegetative state.

Either that or he is a fool, in short the brain damage is very serious.

In this case, they can only believe in the proposal of International Gene Cooperation Co., Ltd.: use experimental technology to adopt radical treatments for brain nerves.

But experimental technology is experimental technology after all. This is more like a last ditch effort. No one knows what the result will be.

Snapped.

The door to the operating room opened.

Connors, who was wearing a mask, was also a little tired and nodded towards the family members to let them in.

This operation made Mrs. Newsom feel like she was struck by lightning--

She thought this was to let them see each other for the last time!

"doctor."

"Keep your voice down. The patient's nerves are still recovering. Try to avoid any intense stimulation."

After a sudden turn of events, the eldest son walked quickly and lightly into the operating room.

Governor Newsom opened his eyes and saw the dazzling operating room lights--

This is intentional, seeing him open his eyes and the lights begin to soften.

In my memory, he seemed to have been hit by a car. Hit by a car!

He suddenly became nervous!

Got hit by a car but didn't die! There are sure to be more attacks to come!

Or. Where is he now? !

The nervousness caused his brain electricity to fluctuate rapidly, until he saw his wife and eldest son entering the door——

"Dad!" "Arnie (Arnold's nickname)!"

Leal pressed his arms towards the excited two people, and then Newsom noticed the young man, who seemed to be...a doctor?

The voice sounded familiar. I don’t know where I heard it. Maybe it was the news?

"Everyone, I know you are a little excited now, but we are using electrical stimulation therapy to repair nerve damage. Please try to keep the patient's mood calm."

"Okay, doctor." The governor's eldest son quickly adjusted and said respectfully, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Li."

Although he looked much calmer, he stretched out his hand habitually, and it could be seen that he was actually very excited.

Lear waved his gloved hand: "It doesn't matter. I guess we will have a lot of cooperation in the future, but before that, it's best for each of us to take a break."

The man retracted his hand without showing any embarrassment: "Okay, but about this attack."

"There may be a follow-up, right? It doesn't matter, we have hired Xin'an Security Company to take care of security here, so there won't be any problems.

Your family is all here, right? At least they're all in New York, right? "

"They're all here—those people. They're rampant."

The man seemed a little angry, but this emotion was well suppressed in his heart. He seemed to be a young man who planned to enter politics.

"I know." Lille took off his gloves and mask, "If necessary, you can also use the dedicated line to contact the outside world.

Trust me, a secure communication channel is important and it happens to be what I'm good at. Let's talk about other things tomorrow. "

The man looked surprised and looked at his father.

Arnold regained a lot of his sanity and memory, because his family was by his side, and his mentality changed quickly.

He nodded slightly to his son, who said again:

"Okay, let's talk tomorrow. Thank you again for your help."

Lear nodded and led Professor Connors and his team out of the operating room.

As soon as the front foot was gone, several heavily armed security personnel walked in and stood guard outside the operating room and rest room.

Their expressions were hidden under half-face tactical masks, and their eyes hardly fluctuated. They looked very professional, so professional that it was even a little scary.

But in this situation, it makes people feel at ease——

Arnold blinked: He and his family were the only ones in this room. Lear did this without asking. It seemed rude, but in fact.

He thought it was a good job.

No matter what the truth is, sometimes it's better not to ask than to ask.

By the next day, all the cables were removed from Arnold's body, leaving only a small opening sealed under a medical seal.

"So my brain is now inside...a miniature version of a computer?"

"You can understand it this way, it's just a bunch of electronic equipment. If you want to take it off, you can, but you'd better think about it again.

I guess you have noticed some numbness and weakness in your lower body. This is because of hard damage to your spine, unless the spine is directly replaced."

“Otherwise I’ll have to be in a wheelchair until I die?”

"It's not serious, I just have to use a cane and walk slowly."

"Shet. Can this small hole be solved?"

“Yes, to a certain extent, we are working on a, um, highly sensitive prosthetic technology based on this small opening.

It can block your damaged spinal nerves and then use other nerves that can still be used to conduct signals to assistive mobility devices.

It’s called medically.”

"Is it equivalent to a kind of functional compensation?" Governor Newsom immediately answered, "My mother had this kind of surgery before she died, and the doctor also said that she should exercise more to promote functional compensation.

But this sounds a bit too sci-fi to you, you know? I acted in a movie in which I was a..."

Lear had a weird expression: "A murder robot, I know, anyway, we have the technology in this area."

"That's a good relationship, I can give it a try." Although Governor Newsom couldn't shrug, he made a matching expression of a shrug, "Let's talk about business.

Your skills are even better than what is said in the news. I heard that experts from the California State Hospital said that I would become a vegetative state, but you saved me in just one day.

Go to California, we’ll give you the green light, and you’ll have all the resources you want. "

"Okay." Lear nodded happily, "But it's impossible to give up New York."

"I know it's impossible, and we will support you in your affairs in New York. You want to support a mayor, right?"

"Yes." Lear nodded, "But that's my matter. I have my own plans."

"it's a pity."

Arnold shook his head slightly.

He meant to let Anthony, the union president supported by Lille, join their party.

It's a pity that Lille doesn't have this intention.

"It's not a pity, we can still work together," Lille continued.

"Tell me more specifically."

"For example, the chip used to save you was independently developed by us, and the mass production technology will be in place soon--

As long as supporting land and policy support are available, the first production line can start construction next week. "

Arnold was stunned for a moment, in awe——

California has a very famous high-tech industrial base, Silicon Valley.

This is also the origin and concentration of the semiconductor industry, but now because all production capacity has been invested in the military industry, the order industry mainly comes from there——

This is a very bad phenomenon. It won’t be long before those companies will naturally guide policies that can bring them profits, from shareholders, CEOs to workers.

San Francisco is already showing signs of losing control due to the surge in military industry orders, which is not good.

Now comes a turning point.

"Go into the details -- I want to know the details, to be precise, we want to know the details."

Lear nodded happily and clicked on the projection on the wall--

The opponents have many arrangements and their forces are much stronger than Lille's.

The good news is that in terms of means, he can almost come up with equal countermeasures.