Seeing Caroline a little embarrassed, Nelson smiled very happily.

Caroline was a smart woman, she would definitely be able to figure out his complicated, powerful background.

So, at this time, Nelson was standing in a high position.

Caroline was a little unhappy.

Yes!

Damn it, I really don't dare to let you say it!

But, don't get so smug!

"Since you can't do this, then I'll do something else!"

Caroline's calm face suddenly brightened up.

She looked like she was about to see a good show.

The host at the side watched the two of them go back and forth.

A little anticipation suddenly rose in her calm heart.

What would Madam Carol ask the professor to do?

It was impossible for him to take off his pants!

After all, Madam Carol was someone who kept her word!

But if she wanted to make Professor Nelson feel bad, what would she do?

"Change into something?"

Upon hearing Caroline's words, the smile on Nelson's face disappeared in an instant.

At that moment, he was a little regretful.

He shouldn't have given Caroline any reason to have leverage over him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be feeling so bad right now.

"Yes!"

"Don't tell me you want me to take off my pants again!"

"That's too easy!"

"Then... then what do you want to ask?"

"I think your physique is okay. Why don't you go to the center of the stage and do 120 squats!"

"Squats?"

Nelson was a little puzzled.

That simple?

Caroline would be so kind?

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Go to the center of the stage and do 120 squats!"

"Okay!"

Although Nelson did not take the microphone, the audience could guess from his actions.

It seemed quite interesting to see a respected professor doing squats.

Nelson stood up without hesitation and walked to the center of the stage.

He immediately began to sit up and squat.

Caroline didn't just say 120 squats.

Ordinary people could do 120 squats in one go.

Nelson ate very well every day, and his physique wasn't bad.

Even though he was a little older, he could still do it.

However, being able to finish it was one thing.

After finishing it, whether or not his thighs would go soft was another matter.

Nelson did not even warm up. He immediately began to squat.

And the bullet screen that caused trouble immediately began to count.

[one, two, three, four, five, five, five, five, six...]

[Carol, Professor Nelson is not doing it right. Let him do it again!]

[Those are not full squats!]

[I can see that Nelson is very confident in his body!]

[...]

Nelson kept his head down and didn't look at the barrage.

Soon, he did more than 80 squats.

However, when he reached about 80 squats, he started to falter.

Moreover, he was sweating a lot.

However, when he thought that he had already done more than half of them, Nelson powered through.

Gradually, he found himself weakening further.

After doing 120 squats, he was almost at his limit.

When the last one stood up, Nelson almost gritted his teeth and stood up.

When the last one was done, his tensed nerves were completely relaxed.

Immediately, a feeling of dizziness came from his eyes.

Nelson sat down on the ground.

"I'm done!"

Nelson shouted in Caroline's direction.

"Yes, you're done. You can come back and rest!"

Caroline said with a smile.

Nelson adjusted his posture and was ready to stand up.

But the soreness of his legs made him unable to exert any strength.

He tried several times before he stood up.

One step...

Just one step, Nelson felt his legs going out of control.

He couldn't help but tremble.

It looked especially funny.

At that moment, how could Nelson not understand Caroline's intention?

The squats were not her final aim.

She wanted him to make a fool of himself.

But at this point, Nelson had no choice.

He could only tremble step by step to his position.

It was already embarrassing.

There was no use struggling.

At that point, the bullet screen filled with a sense of joy.

..

..

The extraction of nerve and brain cells was quickly completed.

Tuesday immediately went over and picked it up, put it in a box and kept it.

It didn't take long for the cells of the neural brain to start blossoming.

Then the genetic programming project began.

A few minutes later, a mass of gray cells appeared at the bottom of the nutrient solution.

As time passed, the neural brain slowly took shape.

However, its volume was also increasing.

Seeing that it was almost time, Raymond spoke.

"Tuesday, start compiling your consciousness. We have reached that step!"

"Yes, Sir!"

He could tell from Tuesday's voice that he was very happy.

Over time, the neural brain grew in size.

Raymond had designed it to be the size of a truck tire.

That was not the end of his plans.

If this neural brain wasn't big enough for Tuesday, they could add more brainpower.

That meant the next Tuesday wouldn't require a transfer of consciousness.

After creating a new brain, the two brains could be connected together.

That way, Tuesday's computational ability would be greatly improved.

"Measure the area of ​​this nerve brain. I'm going to insert an electrode needle!"

"Sir, the measurement has been completed."

After Tuesday said that, a 3D map of the brain appeared on the computer next to Raymond.

Unlike Riven's brain, the transfer of consciousness of Tuesday was much faster.

After all, the function of the neural brain was to store consciousness.

Moreover, with many electrode needles working at the same time, the efficiency of the transfer would be greatly increased.

Since it was the first time he had grown a neural brain, Raymond had to carefully examine it.

Otherwise, it could risk a collapse. That would not be fun.

If Tuesday dies, Raymond could have Alice or Riven replace him.

But Tuesday was the AI ​​that Raymond used the most smoothly.

Raymond would not be happy if he lost Tuesday.

The careful examination ended quickly.

He took the neural brain out of the instrument and put it into another glass tank filled with nutrient solution.

"Okay, Tuesday. Pack up and prepare to move! I'll start the next step now!"

"Sir, I'm already on it!"

Hearing Tuesday's words, Raymond immediately inserted the first electrode needle.

..

At this moment, in the White House of the United States, The President nodded solemnly.

"Launch!"

With The President's nod, a General pressed the launch button.