The teacher's requirements weren't high, so Song He decided not to use the Black Technology Blueprint for now and proceeded step by step.
The east wall of Laboratory 201 was completely bare, so he chose it as the new Data Wall.
The robots operated the instruments according to his instructions. The instruments hummed as they ran, spitting out sheets of data. Song He quickly cut and organized the data sheets, keeping only the key points, and neatly pasted them onto the Data Wall.
More and more papers covered the wall, and more and more transparent culture tanks filled the laboratory!
On the first day, there were 28 tanks, and the data sheets covered one-tenth of the wall.
On the second day, Song He's movements had become much more practiced. The number of tanks rose to 67, and the data sheets crept up to cover one-fifth of the wall.
On the third day, the number of tanks skyrocketed to 130, and the data sheets had already covered half the wall!
Over the next two days, the number of tanks didn't continue increasing. Even with the robots' assistance, they could only handle some foolproof operations. Working alone, Song He could care for just over a hundred tanks at most.
He felt like an oviparous animal, huffing and puffing as he laid more than a hundred eggs. A small life was gestating inside each egg, and the pale Brain Tissue grew visibly in the culture fluid, like sinister alien embryos.
Occasionally, a lump of artificial Brain Tissue died. Song He would painfully fish out the corpse, examine and test it, then dispose of it, feeling the grief of a baby dying young. Of course, when he encountered Brain Tissue that was growing well, he would also imagine that the child would grow up