Morr's eyes darted around.
He eyed the old queer before him suspiciously. The man's gaze was unfocused, as though his soul had left his body.
Morr tilted his head slightly and looked at the back of his head.
Sure enough, hidden among the hair at the back of the man's head was a chip the size of a fingernail.
Morr's expression shifted.
Was this tiny thing really that miraculous?
The neural structure of the human brain was profoundly mysterious. Could such a tiny chip truly integrate with it perfectly?
And then make those crappy appliances incredibly intelligent, like they knew exactly what the user was thinking?
Besides, wasn't there no network in this warehouse?
Russell suddenly came back to himself, turned his head, and smiled.
A chill ran down Morr's spine. He smiled and said, "Dr. Russell, you've had a chip implanted too?"
Russell slowly nodded. "I was the first, and I'm also the administrator."
Morr ran a hand through his blond hair and struck a handsome pose. "I've always been eager to learn. How about you explain the principles behind this device to me, Dr. Russell?"
Russell smiled kindly. "Explaining it would be too troublesome. If Young Master Moore wants to understand it, why not have one installed as well? Wouldn't the principles become obvious then?"
Morr hesitated.
"Forget it."
Russell merely smiled. "Today will be busy. We can talk about it another time. After all, the customer is God."
Customer?
Morr was somewhat puzzled.
But less than a minute later, the roar of motorcycles came from outside the warehouse.
Lu Xi, who had only left a short while ago, appeared at the warehouse entrance with a motorcycle helmet in her arms.
Behind her stood more than a dozen motorcycle enthusiasts, both men and women.
She smiled. "I thought