Song He felt around himself. "I didn't bring my ID either."
"He really is Song He!" Xiang Xiaotong said, caught between laughter and tears.
Only then did President Tian believe him. He sighed deeply. "Heroes really do emerge in their youth! President Song, President Xiang, your time is precious. Let's get to work first, and we can have a proper chat at the celebration banquet."
"Let's get to work!" Song He nodded repeatedly and gestured. "After you!"
The engineers got to work, beginning their study of the Dream Control Helmet and the server.
President Tian stood to one side, examining the Dream Control Helmet with great curiosity. "This helmet is so small. It can read brain signals?"
"Yes." Song He nodded. "The principle actually isn't complicated, which is why it can be made so thin and light. The real technical difficulty lies in the programs and algorithms inside."
"How is it used?" President Tian asked curiously. "Is it connected to a television game, with thoughts controlling the game? It can only play relatively simple games, right?"
"It doesn't connect to a television." Song He shook his head.
"If it doesn't connect to a television, what does it connect to? A phone? A computer?"
"It plays the images directly in your brain. The helmet's full name is the Dream Control Helmet. After you put it on and go to sleep, it generates a specific dream." Song He kept his explanation concise.
President Tian froze. He stared at Song He for a long while without speaking, clearly unable to process what he had just heard.
"President Song certainly has a good sense of humor." President Tian finally forced out a sentence.
"You can try it yourself. The network function isn't ready yet, but the dream-control function is already mature." Song He invited