Switzerland.
Neural Network Science Research Center.
Standing in the lobby and looking around, Sarot appeared somewhat awkward and out of place.
That discomfort was not merely because the word "neural" combined with a group of people in white lab coats was rather jarring. It was also because his entire temperament clashed with this place.
As for why he was here...
That was a long story.
After leaving the United States in disappointment and returning to his hometown in the Netherlands, Sarot had put aside his restless pursuit of fame and fortune. With a semi-reclusive mindset, he conducted all kinds of research. Relying on the experience he had gained while working with Professor Lu, he unexpectedly produced a series of outstanding results in Graphene and became an expert whose name people in the field could at least remember.
Even he had never expected such an outcome. When awards and offers of all kinds began flying his way, he was at a loss for what to do.
Later, Cornell University sent him emails twice, promising him 30 million US Dollars.
However, having once been visited by the FBI, he had become thoroughly disappointed in that country. Without much thought, he turned down the offer.
Although Europe's academic world was permeated by a stagnant atmosphere, with fewer and fewer young faces joining it, it was still a good place for academic research, at least from his perspective.
Two days earlier, while traveling from Amsterdam to Geneva for an academic conference, he had suddenly received a call from an old friend he had not contacted in over thirty years. The friend said he wanted to show him something astonishing.
And so, he was standing here now.
Just as he was hesitating over whether to call his old friend, an enthusiastic voice came from one