Davis's experiments over the past half year had been intermittent.
Although they had done their best to scrape together raw materials for him, it was obvious that they could not find much more in such a short time.
There had been no demand for them before, so when the need suddenly arose, there was no stockpile to draw from.
After all, cultivating living materials for such specialized purposes was extremely troublesome.
The materials required by the Neural Network before had always been cultivated through simple, crude methods, and there had never been a shortage.
Davis had become so irritable that he lost his temper several times a day.
However, the supervisors kept a close watch on him, ensuring he did not cause any trouble.
Until today, when Davis arrived at work and discovered that the supervisor who wore a dark face every day was smiling brightly.
Anyone's mood would suffer if they were cursed at every day.
Davis knew his temper was wrong, but he simply could not control it.
This time, the other man even came over on his own initiative. "Institute Director Davis, there's good news today."
"Did you gather another batch of materials?"
Davis was not surprised. Over the past half year, materials painstakingly gathered from various places had arrived every so often.
But compared to the consumption required by the experiments, they were hardly worth mentioning.
Lately, he had even been considering whether to divert materials from the long-term experimental projects.
But Tru guarded those materials strictly, and Davis had yet to find an opening.
The supervisor was genuinely in a good mood today. Smiling, he said, "There has been new progress in Utopia. From now on, the daily material supply will triple, and the scale is still expanding."
The Utopia project had already become the