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Without hesitation, Susan headed straight to Ben.

Ben had been incredibly busy these days, grappling with economic struggles on one hand, and on the other, engrossed in developing a new kind of chip.

This chip was beyond Susan’s realm of expertise, and normally, she wouldn’t disturb Ben in his work.

Maybe Timothy knew this too, hoping to make her bear everything alone.

However, Susan didn’t see it that way.

She and Ben had been through life and death together and couldn’t bear to be apart. She wouldn’t hide anything from Ben or make any decisions alone.

When she felt overwhelmed, her first thought was always of Ben.

For Susan, this was trust and confidence.

She might be at a loss, but Ben always seemed to find a way!

When Susan arrived, Ben was busy in his workshop.

His eyes were bloodshot, yet there was an unmistakable spark of excitement in them.

Susan was momentarily stunned.

She had seen Ben in such a state before.

This was… a breakthrough?

Susan’s eyes flickered with understanding.

She had a vague idea of what Ben was working on this time.

If… this chip had made progress so quickly….

Then all their problems might be solved.

Susan stood by, not daring to interrupt Ben’s work.

Ben alternated between tweaking the machine and typing something on the keyboard.

Silently, Susan waited.

Ben seemed to be conducting an experiment. The first few attempts produced errors, but he kept adjusting.

After about ten tries, Ben’s eyes lit up, exclaiming with joy. “Yes! That’s it!”

“That’s it?” Susan spoke softly.

Ben turned around suddenly, only then noticing Susan’s presence.

He instinctively straightened up, smoothing his hair and clothes.

Susan couldn’t help but smile. “Mr. Landor, I’ve seen you in all states, there’s no need to be so nervous.

Ben raised an eyebrow. “I can’t let that happen. The image of me as a dashing figure in my wife’s heart. must never crumble.”

Susan, who had been feeling quite heavy–hearted, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Ben’s antics.

She walked over to look at Ben’s experimental data. “What did you just say was right?”

Speaking of this, Ben’s eyes lit up as he began to explain to Susan, “You see, the research was going smoothly until this step, where the data kept being incorrect.

He pointed at a specific part on the screen and said, “Later, I thought maybe the algorithm was wrong. So, I adjusted it several times, like here and here, and then…”

Ben enthusiastically shared the details.

Susan listened intently. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Although she couldn’t participate in the research, she could understand it when Ben explained it like this.

The more Susan listened, the more she wanted to sigh.

Frankly speaking, she was considered a genius in her own right.

But Ben.

That was simply not normal at all.

She wondered if God was in a particularly good mood when pinching his head and added something to it.

“So,” Ben’s eyes sparkled, “this chip should be completely successful very soon.”

Susan’s eyes also flickered with interest.

Ben’s sudden inspiration for this research, interestingly enough, had a connection to the photograph of Timothy.

Since Eason discovered that Jagger might have been controlled and the instigator could be Timothy..

What’s more, there might be a bigger organization behind Timothy, which might be better at psychological control.

Ben had a sense of crisis.

Ben was not good at psychological control.

But he believed in the power of technology to solve everything.

So, Ben pondered if there was a chip that could counteract mind control.

Theoretically, it had been suggested that if knowledge was infused into a chip and then implanted into a person’s brain, humans could instantly acquire that knowledge, bypassing the need to learn.

Conversely, what if a chip implanted in the brain was used for brainwashing and control?

That was also feasible.

Upon learning about the existence of that organization, Ben even suspected that the core members of the organization might have been implanted with such chips. The chips in their brains continually brainwashed and controlled them, achieving a more perfect effect than hypnosis.

If such chips existed, then surely there must be chips capable of resisting this kind of brainwashing and

control.

As Ben and Susan had been delving deep into artificial intelligence, Ben wondered if they could incorporate into the AI chip a function to actively seek our other chips and sever their connection with the host.

If the top members of that organization had indeed been implanted with brainwashing chips, then implanting a blocking chip could, if not immediately awaken them, certainly cause significant mental confusion and prompt them to start rethinking.

In this way, the organization might collapse from the inside.