An hour later, the green wavy lines became two parallel straight lines.
The astonishing part about the high-tech bionic arm was that surgery was not necessary, and the bionic arm would connect into the nerves beneath the skin by itself.
In other words, once the bionic arm was connected to the arm's nerves, Bjorn would then be able to control that arm with his brain.
Arielle closed the laptop and clapped her hands. “All right! Try out the arm. Remember to think of it as your own instead of an arm that's separate from the rest of you.”
Bjorn nodded as everyone began looking at his bionic arm nervously.
A few minutes later, the arm remained still.
Noticing that, the two other socialites sighed in relief.
Perfect! It's useless! I knew it. How is that possible for a girl who hasn't graduated from university to be able to create some kind of high-tech bionic arm? I've only heard of computers controlling robots. I've never heard of using brains to control machines.
One of the women then smugly asked, “What's going on? Why is nothing happening? You make it sound like some miraculous machine, but it seems useless.”
Instantly, Susanne and Vinson glared at her. Frightened, the woman anxiously gulped before clearing her throat and averting her eyes.
Glee had overwhelmed her to the point that she had forgotten those two were still around.
By then, beads of sweat had formed on Bjorn's forehead, and he turned to look at Arielle, frustrated and confused.
“Ms. Moore, I can't use it.”
Arielle shook her head at him. “No, you can. Close your eyes. Don't look at it. Don't think about it. Just feel it. That is your arm. You just haven't used your right arm for a long time, so you've forgotten how to use it.”
Therefore, Bjorn gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again.
At the same time, he told himself inwardly, This isn't a bionic arm; this is my arm. This is my arm, and I'll be the one to control it.
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