“I saw it on the medical university’s official website,” Martin said.A look of pride flashed through Zion’s eyes. “If Eugene were still here and knew about this, he would be so proud of you.”*Inside a private dining room at the restaurant, Miranda poured Zion a cup of tea.“Uncle Zion, you mentioned restarting the lab last time,” she said. “Were you serious about it?”Zion accepted the cup, his expression thoughtful. “I was. I have decided that while I still have time, I want to do work that truly matters. I don’t want to leave this world with regrets.”Miranda looked at him and asked carefully, “Uncle Zion, then what about the funding—”“You don’t need to worry about that,” Zion said reassuringly. “A company has already shown interest in our research.” The previous lab had shut down because the costs were enormous, and at the time, the outside world had little confidence in brain–computer interface projects. Many believed it was an impossible research goal, and the investo
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