A dying man’s brain is placed inside a robotic body. After the operation, he cannot see, speak coherently or walk.
The next morning, I entered an examination room, a place inside Cohw Hospital.
Doctor Baew walked in, scowling. “Adam, according to the recent xrays, you have melanoma.”
I flinched. “This is horrible.”
He frowned. “The only way you can survive is for us to remove your brain and place it inside a robot skull. After a while, you will become accustomed to the body, a model named Robot Prototype Five. To make it easier to say, we call this version RPF.”
I started crying. “What will I tell Sira?”
“The truth. If we don’t operate immediately, you will die.”
I wiped tears from my eyes. “It’s hard to believe. What about chemotherapy?”
“Unfortunately, you waited too long. If you had come here several months ago, we could have used that technique.”
“Are you sure chemotherapy won’t work?”
“Yes. The malignant cells have spread throughout your body.”
“If I agree, what are my chances?”
“Nine percent. This is the first time any surgeon has performed this operation.”
“Tell me more about the RPF.”
“Its skull, a body part made of biocarbon, will adapt to your brain. Inside the skull, next to your neocortex, a perceptron, a twomillimeter thick device that adapts quickly through mistakes, will help you learn faster.
“In the first three months, thousands of dendrites within your hippocampus will be destroyed. If too many perish, you won’t survive.
“Take a look at this demonstration.”
To my right, a life size 3D hologram, a handsome man with a muscular body, appeared.
Doctor Baew pointed at it. “Your pink skin, derma made from biopoly, is realistic. However, if you cut yourself, it won’t grow back.”
I frowned. “I hate this. It’s not much of a choice.”
The doctor remained silent, a blank expression on his face.
“If I agree, when will the operation take place?”
“In half an hour.”
My heart began racing, a nervous reaction. “I’ll do it.”
