"Don't be afraid. I'm just checking which parts of this machine we can do without." Doctor Gao did not turn around. "To gain approval from the Human Rights Committee and the judicial authorities, the Ethics Oversight Group added a lot of safety devices. In my opinion, none of them are necessary. Shared brain is a gamble with your life. No amount of safeguards will help."
With a clatter, Doctor Gao dismantled the entire lower section of the machine, which was meant to secure the subjects undergoing shared brain. "These supports are useless too. With enough willpower, you don't need any support braces at all."
He had undergone shared brain more times than anyone else in the city, so he had more authority on the subject than anyone.
As his fingers traced the wiring, Doctor Gao's body recalled the pain of his previous shared brain sessions, yet his mind held no memory of it whatsoever. His brain forgot things every hour. Now that his father had left home, there would be no one to help him undergo shared brain again, no one to help him remember the truth.
"If one day everyone in the world thinks I'm a demon, I wonder if he'll defend me. Knowing him, probably not. At most, he'll leave a bouquet on my grave."
With a clang, the Shared Brain Instrument's vital-sign monitor was removed as well. If the shared-brain procedure failed, he would die. What was there to monitor?
Under Banban's shocked and utterly bewildered gaze, Doctor Gao stripped away more than half of the Shared Brain Instrument in the laboratory.
The original machine had a full range of functions, with a small chance of an accident during use. Now the Shared Brain Instrument's safety rating was zero. In fact, there was an extremely high chance