Modified metal prosthetics, an AI girlfriend, neural networks inside the brain, Cyber Space—this was a world with ultra-high technology, where various kinds of technology could change your life like magic. Although past terminal illnesses such as cancer were nothing in the face of nanomedicine robots, the new level of technology also gave rise to a variety of new problems, new troubles, and new... cases of cyberpsychosis. "What is capitalism?" Sun Jack asked, hands on his hips, leaning back...
"81.5@," Sun Jack looked at the treatment cost displayed on the system interface.
Of course, there were cheaper options, but since it was his own head undergoing the surgery, Sun Jack decided to pick a slightly more expensive one.
More importantly, according to online reviews, this company named Weike Medical was the best in terms of privacy.
As long as you pay them enough, Micro Science Company guarantees a fully AI-operated, disconnected surgery with not a single doctor present in the operating room, ensuring absolute confidentiality of the customer's memories.
While the amount might seem large, it was not entirely out of reach, especially with the commission reward of 9@ waiting afterwards.
"Old Six! Where are you? Transfer the money!" Just as Old Six picked up the communication, he saw Sun Jack's urgent expression,
"Bro, you're actually awake? That's fantastic!" Old Six said with a tone of great regret.