The group soon came to the living room.
When the two socialites and Susanne saw the hollow sleeve by Bjorn's side, similar looks of surprise appeared on their faces.
However, Susanne was slightly better than the others, for she quickly tucked away that expression and put on a smile. “Bjorn, it's been a while.”
It was not that Bjorn had not seen the looks on their faces, but his hope was not going to die out that quickly.
Thus, he nodded at Susanne before landing his gaze on the bionic arm on the coffee table.
“Is this the arm you said you'll give me?”
It looks a lot like the prosthetics I bought in the past. If what I'm going to put on is just a prosthetic, I'm still going to be a disabled person.
Having read his mind, Arielle swiftly explained, “This isn't an ordinary prosthetic arm; it's an Al bionic arm. It uses your brainwaves, which means you use your brain to control it. As long as you train with it, it'll work like it's part of you.”
Bjorn's eyes widened, and he asked, “Really?”
“You can try it out for yourself whether or not it's real. You've been in a slump for two years.
What's a month to you?”
At that, Bjorn steeled himself and nodded. “I understand. What do I do?”
“Sit down,” Arielle said as she motioned to him and walked toward the bionic arm.
Then she pressed a little lump on the bionic arm that no one would notice.
In the next second, the bionic arm opened up and revealed its interior.
Susanne and the others curiously leaned over, and they saw that the realistic arm was full of wires and circuit boards on the inside.
As Arielle had said, the arm was no ordinary prosthetic.
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