The four students fell silent, blinking rapidly.
"Let's have an overtime round!" Xiang Xiaotong said. "Next week's bonus is ten points. Continue advancing your current research, and whoever has the best results at next week's weekly meeting will be named this year's Excellent Student of the Brain Institute!"
"Meeting adjourned!"
Laboratory.
Song He operated the robots, bustling about.
The laboratory table was covered with culture jars. An Artificial Brain floated inside each one, and most had already grown fully formed eyes. When he shone a flashlight over them, dozens of gazes turned toward him.
The scene was genuinely eerie, as if some villainous wizard had taken the brains and eyes of living people and animals to raise in captivity.
Science was a form of witchcraft in itself.
The current progress was quite encouraging. Song He had already collected a massive amount of data on visual formation, and he felt that Artificial Vision was getting closer and closer!
Initially, he had expected to spend another year or two painstakingly researching before he could be confident about restoring Lao Zhao's sight. But now, it seemed he had overestimated the time. If all went well, he might be able to produce a prototype of the technology this summer!
For now, he planned to continue cultivating Artificial Brains and let their eyes evolve further, striving to bring them as close as possible to the eyes of a real human. After all, he couldn't exactly replace Lao Zhao's eyes with a pair of limp Optic Vesicles, could he?
If normal human eyes had the image quality of professional cameras, then the eyes of the Artificial Brains in the jars were probably still at the level of old landline phones—blurrier than a mosaic. There was still a long way to go!
"Click!"
With a soft