He did not have to wait long.
By the time he had finished half a cup of coffee, a thick mechanical arm had placed a printed document before him.
As usual, Lu Zhou was quite satisfied with Xiao Ai's efficiency. He picked up the documents and casually flipped through a couple of pages, surprise soon appearing in his eyes.
Before receiving this information, he had entertained all sorts of wild guesses. Yet he had never expected the man's academic record to be so clean—so clean that it was almost pitiful.
He had published quite a few papers. Judging from their impact factors and citation counts, they were not the sort of papers casually churned out for the numbers. His fields of research were also quite broad, covering both biological neural networks and mechanical neural networks, and he had achieved fairly outstanding results in both areas.
However, the problem was that his career at the Swiss National Neural Network Science Research Center seemed a little...
Not so great?
For ten years, he had remained stuck in a researcher's position. Although he at least had an office that counted as his own laboratory, neither his research funding nor his living expenses seemed particularly generous.
For a scholar who had spent decades studying neural network algorithms and biological neural networks, this was highly unusual. Even if his chosen field was indeed somewhat obscure, his laboratory should not have been this shabby.
Unless...
He had been disciplined by the institute for academic misconduct, or he had offended someone.
In short, Lu Zhou's conclusion was that the guy's abilities, as reflected in his papers, were fairly good, but he had done rather poorly in academia.
It reminded him of a collaborator from a long time ago.
Professor Sarot, who had left Silicon Valley and Cornell