No one's death had ever attracted the attention of so many scientists—and even Lin Qi.
Everyone watched him. He wore a smile, without showing the slightest fear of what he was about to face.
The scientists performing the surgery were confirming the final procedures. Once everything was fully verified, the operation would begin.
His memories would then be extracted, digitized, and stored on a server.
After that, Aurora would implant one byte of Chaos Code into those digitized memories.
Only one byte. Any more would overwhelm the memory data and ultimately scramble it into something unrecognizable. One byte was enough.
Then his personality would be generated according to the inertia of his memories.
Every scientist knew this process. But watching a test subject—a member of the Nagaril People—lie on the operating table and undergo the most complete procedure of its kind was entirely different from watching a great scientist make a sacrifice.
When those Nagaril People lay on the operating table, the only thing anyone assessed was whether they were strong. Not the slightest reverence for life, nor any respect for it, was involved.
Of course, this could hardly be called a desecration of life. After all, their work was to study life, the self, and the universe.
But when it came to scientists, everyone still showed great respect, and even a little... sorrow.
Lin Qi was also watching the operation. He had come to the site in person, with several scientists standing beside him.
"Strictly speaking, he was already dead from the moment he took the Nerve Blocking Agent."
The scientist responsible for developing the brain-computer interface and overseeing the digitization of life spoke frankly to Lin Qi. "Our judgment of whether a living organism is truly dead comes from two aspects."
"Cardiac arrest and brain death."
"After medical