"Everything has a price, right?"
John wasn't blinded by the promise of immortality.
Some things are too distant for those living hand-to-mouth, and not enticing to those without ties or obsessions.
"Heh, you got that right."
To copy and edit the brain, besides advanced biotechnology, you also need the support of a mature AI of stage four or higher to complete the entire surgery.
Sora paused his operation and lifted the sofa, revealing an in-built freezer emitting cold air, filled with brightly colored drinks.
The packaging and branding were very retro.
"This is unreasonable."
John frowned as he took it, his fingers actually feeling the coldness.
He took a sip.
Sweet.
"What the... was that?"
"Hahaha, it's fake. What you touched and tasted were stored fragments from my memory bank, extracted and stitched together to make your brain believe you actually took a sip!"
As Sora explained, he switched the scene.
