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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.

of the top biology students raised her hand. The girl’s eyes lit up with biotech enthusiasm as she spoke. “I’ve read about

begun to understand it. This approach

successfully

honest–calling them ‘successful‘ is generous. Setting ethics aside for a moment, do

Around her, other students murmured in

concept was sound, it was just a matter of

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Sawyer said, turning to

“It won’t work.”

Sawyer raised an eyebrow. “Why

image of the cervical spine. “Even if we bypass immune rejection, fusing the neurons to the central

has a solution for that,” the girl countered. “Polyethylene glycol and mechanical

the neurons.”

would almost certainly cause

worked,”

Quinlyn said flatly.

it. Dead was dead–there was no way to prove a transplanted brain

student muttered. “We’d need a live experiment to know for

real–world testing was the

don’t need an experiment. If science could truly control the brain,

technology. But if they couldn’t even comprehend brain development, mastering a head transplant was impossible. The room went quiet

“Told you she’s a genius,” he

biology whiz, and her logical reasoning was just as sharp.

possibility of human immortality. That was an idea as far–fetched as her research on super stem cells. The physics simply didn’t

end of class, numerous students–particularly biology

group of senior professors stormed in

seizing her arm. “Come, Quinlyn–I’ve got something far more fascinating

would want to deal with messy anatomy all day?” another added.