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Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Quinlyn was stuck here and even invited to Sawyer’s next class.

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As they climbed the stairs, Sawyer muttered under his breath, “Well, I didn’t prepare much. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have made the questions harder.”

The three guys behind them stumbled on the stairs, barely keeping their balance. Sawyer’s class was already the most difficult at the university. The idea of him making the questions even harder was beyond imagination.

Quinlyn’s stomach twisted with nerves. Briarwood University was her dream school, and the special class was full of so- called geniuses. The thought of facing her future seniors made her a bit on edge.

“Come on in, all of you,” Sawyer said, waving them into the classroom. He gestured toward the front. “Stanley, grab a chair and put it here. Quinlyn, stay here.”

Quinlyn froze obediently as Stanley dragged a chair over. Sawyer guided her into the seat with a light hand on her shoulder. From her spot near the podium, she stared out at the sea of faces below, completely lost.

Sawyer cleared his throat. “Today’s special. We have a teaching assistant observing.” His grip on her shoulder tightened slightly. “All of you, the so–called geniuses, are just big fish in a small pond. This is what a real genius looks like.”

Quinlyn was unprepared for the sudden praise.

The class, surprisingly, took it in stride. Most of them knew their strengths and weaknesses–only three in the entire room were true all–rounders, and they sat right at the front.

Curious glances flicked their way, all the students expecting shock or indignation on their faces. Instead, the trio looked smug. The other students guessed they were just too stunned to react normally.

The lecture began, and Sawyer was oddly energetic today, his voice booming.

“Head transplants,” he announced. “I’m sure you’ve read about them in those trashy novels you skim between classes. The typical process involves severing the head and attaching a replacement–simple as that. But in reality, do you think it’s possible?”

Quinlyn was hooked and looked at the presentation on the big screen. She knew this was something serious.

“It is possible,” Sawyer continued. “People have been researching it for years, and some are even preparing to attempt it. So tell me–with today’s biotechnology, how would you pull it off?”

The room fell silent. Most of the students had never even heard of this, let alone considered the logistics.

she spoke. “I’ve read about this. Dr. Lane’s approach starts with the cervical

understand

it successfully on

trials at the campus’s research center happened. But let’s be honest–calling them ‘successful‘ is generous. Setting ethics

the girl said firmly. Around

surgical concept was sound, it

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Sawyer said, turning to

shook her head. “It won’t work.” Her certainty

an

cervical spine. “Even if we bypass immune rejection, fusing the neurons to the central nervous system is

girl countered. “Polyethylene glycol and

the neurons.”

shook her head again. “That would almost certainly

worked,” the girl

Quinlyn said flatly.

mouth, then shut it. Dead was dead–there was no way to

won’t get us anywhere,” a student muttered. “We’d need a live experiment to know

was the only way

truly control the brain, the first step wouldn’t be swapping

real solution lay in sharper minds improving the technology. But if they couldn’t even comprehend brain development, mastering a head transplant was impossible. The

she’s a genius,” he said to the students.

whiz, and her logical reasoning was just as

it would imply the possibility of human immortality. That was an idea as far–fetched as her research on super stem cells. The physics

students–particularly biology majors–were eager

approach the podium, a group of senior professors stormed in and whisked

Quinlyn–I’ve got something far more fascinating to

day?” another added. “The true elegance lies in microbiology.”