There was a research institute on hundreds of acres in the suburbs of Boston.
This research institute was originally a cooperative unit of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology University, controlled by a pharmaceutical company with a market value of around US $2 billion.
Up until last year, the research conducted here was mainly focused on clinical biology.
But now, it was given a new mission by the First National Bank of Boston. All of its research directions were shifted to the research of human cryonics technology. A well-known charity, the Cancer Medical Research Foundation, invested a billion US dollars in funding. The goal was to send those terminally ill patients who couldn't be properly treated in this century to a future where they could be cured.
Now, this cryonics research institute was managed by Space-X, and it was merged with Space-X's cryonics laboratory.
The reason why they were able to cooperate so smoothly was because both sides had the same demand for cryonics technology. However, one was in the aerospace direction, while the other was in the medical direction.
As for the other reason …
It was obviously because both sides had a common investor, the young leader of the Boston Financial Group, David Lawrence.
It wasn't just this cryonics research institute.
He invested in most of Space-X's projects as long as he was interested in them, even though many of the projects didn't seem to be profitable …
Inside the cryonics laboratory.
A huge cylindrical petri dish was located in the middle of two computers, connected by various cables. In the middle of the petri dish was an experimental monkey. If it weren't for the beating lines on the electrocardiogram, it would be hard to tell if the monkey was dead or alive.
David Lawrence stared at the monkey for a long time before he spoke.
"How's the research going?"
Standing next to him, Musk smiled and said, "So far, it's going smoothly. Our staff members convinced the Congressional Budget Office that frozen dormancy technology is an essential part of space colonization, especially for the colonization of distant galaxies. This helped us get the NASA order. "
"You know I don't care about this."
David Lawrence looked at the petri dish not far away and the experimental monkey floating in it, as if he was staring at something far away. He said in a casual tone, "I have a lot of money, I don't care how much you can help me with this, I only care about whether you can complete my plan."
Musk looked at Lawrence and couldn't help but gulp.
After a long moment of silence, he tried to calm himself down from his nervousness and relaxed his tightened eyebrows.
"I understand, rich Mr. Lawrence … In fact, I don't care about money entirely. It's a pleasure to realize my childhood dreams. It's just that in order to turn my dreams into reality, we have to seek help from those who are capable."
Lawrence nodded and said, "If NASA has the resources you need, I don't mind. I just hope you don't put the cart before the horse. I don't care if it can save the lives of a few poor people, but this technology is important to me, and I need it. It's that simple. "
Musk nodded respectfully.
"I understand."
Although he was a rising star in Silicon Valley's science and technology industry, and he was named "Iron Man" and "the future leader of the technology industry" by countless people, he knew very well that in front of those veteran Wall Street financial giants, whether it was him or those Internet tycoons who had become giants, they were not worth mentioning.
Their wealth was accumulated in units of centuries, and even the IRS didn't know how rich they were.
Also, they had connections that were rooted in the entire financial system …
Mastering these things was sometimes more terrifying than simply being rich.
Lawrence looked at the monkey floating in the petri dish and went silent for a while. He then suddenly spoke.
"Speaking of which, I have something else that I care about."
Musk immediately asked.
"What?"
"It's about your small company called Neuralink, and the" neural lace "project." Lawrence looked away from the petri dish and looked at Musk. He then said with interest, "I want to know how it's going."
Neural lace, also known as Neuralace, was a technology that implanted nano-sized threads into the brain and contacted external electrodes.
Based on this technology, users would be able to use external electrodes to transmit signals to operate a series of electronic devices, including mobile phones, computers, and so on. They could even project their consciousness directly into the Internet and interact face-to-face with people thousands of miles away.
This kind of technology had been developed a long time ago, but it had only recently become popular again.
"We've made some progress … but not much compared to two years ago." Musk paused for a second and said, "There is no doubt about the technical feasibility of establishing a brain-computer interface through nano-silk threads. We have proven this a long time ago. However, the problem is that even if we make the neural lace thin enough, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not cause permanent damage to the brain … "
After listening to Musk's explanation, Lawrence nodded. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Just as Elon was wondering why Lawrence would suddenly think of Neuralink, Lawrence suddenly asked, "What are you talking about?"
"If only the body is dormant, and not the brain is dormant … or only a part of the brain is dormant, is it possible to ensure that the other half of the dream is awake?"
Musk paused for a second, and his pupils instantly contracted.
"So you're saying …"
"Looks like you've guessed it." Lawrence smiled and raised his chin. He pointed at the monkey in the petri dish and said, "I want to know, can 'that thing' be used in a dormant state?"
"… Um, I'm not sure." Musk shook his head and said, "This is not my field of expertise, and it would be irresponsible to jump to conclusions about this kind of technology that hasn't even been invented yet."
"But if we're just speculating theoretically," he said, "not only would we have to implant a brain-computer interface in the brain, but we would also have to implant a nutrient interface to inject oxygen and nutrients from the outside to maintain the survival of the brain."
Lawrence: "So it's theoretically possible?"
Musk couldn't help but hold his breath.
He thought his imagination was wild enough, but he didn't expect someone to be crazier than him.
"A weak body is just a burden, the spirit or consciousness is the foundation of a human being. I thought you would agree with me." Seeing how Musk didn't speak for a long time, Lawrence had a look of disappointment on his face. He smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter, you're just a passerby in this era, you just have to do what I say."
Suddenly, the secretary standing on the side walked over with his phone and whispered a few words into Lawrence's ear.
With a surprised expression on his face, Lawrence glanced at the things on the phone screen, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke with some interest.
He spoke with some interest, "Something interesting happened."
Musk snapped back to reality and immediately asked, "What is it …"
Lawrence said with a relaxed smile, "The phone is on you, and it's the top trending topic on Twitter. You should know better than me, why don't you see for yourself?"
Without any hesitation, Musk immediately took out his phone from his pocket and opened the Twitter app.
However, the second he looked at the screen …
His heart almost stopped beating for half a beat.
[The Jinling Institute for Advanced Study has completed neural interface virtual reality technology, achieving a seamless connection between the non-invasive neural system and the computer system!
[Star Sky Technology is publicly recruiting virtual reality testers from around the world!]
When Musk saw these two lines of words, he nearly vomited blood.
F * ck!
Star Sky Technology!
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