The screams of the woman and the Florist echoed through the execution grounds. The reporters faithfully broadcast the Florist's suffering. The cruel Psychopathic Killer had received his deserved punishment, and the citizens could finally rest easy.
The judge and Doctor Bu of the Ethics Oversight Group began giving interviews, but Doctor Gao, the witness, refused to take part. He crouched beside the pool, examining the "Shared Brain" equipment up close.
He felt that he had become a doctor and taken enormous risks to testify against the Florist, exposing this monstrously depraved serial killer, all so he could personally witness the extreme punishment—all for the "Shared Brain."
He had gone to such lengths to accomplish all this, yet he could no longer remember why he cared so much about the "Shared Brain."
This device can share the world as someone else sees it directly with my brain. It can give me different people's perspectives, but I'll also experience their pain.
If I keep sharing brains with different people, will all the worlds they see accumulate in my brain?
Why am I thinking about this?
With the media filming from every angle, the extreme punishment drew to a close. The frail woman who suffered from severe tactile hallucinations looked much more relaxed, as though the pain that had belonged to her had been divided with the Florist.
In contrast, the most depraved Serial Killer since Xinhu's founding had been tortured to the brink of death. The pool seemed to have become a sea of needles, piercing him in countless places as he lay inside it.
After memorizing where every cable connected, Doctor Gao slowly stood up. Just as he was about to leave, the Florist, whose cries had grown faint from the pain, struggled to reach a hand above the water, trying