BCP MALE: ID b254
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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the morphine net hangs over a silicone brain model. Metallic fibers make up the We've each thinner than a knife's edge like rippling water. The net conforms to the surface of the silicone brain, trying in vain to connect. Are you ready? Doctor? Aw thorn. I lift my gaze. Klaus marceau stands across from me, eyebrows raised solid gray hair, swooping to the side. The translucent glass table divides us upon which rests the brain model and implant to my side. The neurologist size dart between claws and may On my other side. The Systems Engineer stands with slumped shoulders, eyes vacant. Three holographic screens orbit our work, displaying outputs and test cases from the implant. Two of the rooms walls are glass, one with a door to the hall, the other overlooking the atlantic ocean. I returned my gaze to the net, morphing around the silicone brain. We call it lise. I hate the name, but I'm not in charge of marketing. Hand touches my arm. Are you? Well, Doctor, the Systems Engineer asks. two years of work have brought us to this point. She defines system specifications and I developed her ideas. The neurologist consulted on every step. I'm fine. Get rid of these screens. I squinted the light. The screens evaporate along with laces, diagnostics and test cases. I take a breath in the now dim room. The lace model gives off a distinct glow. Thousands of wires more past one another. They can slide between brain cells to intercept and produce neurological action potentials and unaware I could overlook the light. The fabric produces less than a single lumen to interface with neural tissue. We can reschedule clause watches me stop asking. I rock myself and avoid eye contact, prepare the model. Klaus holds out his hand, stopping. The neurologist from touching the lace. He shoots me a look meant to imply he's serious or something. I need your full attention today. If I can't get it, we're postponing this test. I'm fine. I say five years have passed since he livestreamed our deaths at the new body IPO. I remember the night with perfect clarity, thomas. Barlow killed me then nothing. For two years. I did not exist. I returned to life here at new body and have worked with Klaus ever since. He keeps checking in on me, asking how my sink is going. And if I have questions about fresh memories, we can put you under clause says no thank you. The neurologist dr Luigi Galvani me wheels what looks like a masseuse share to my side.