The professor's head bore no human resemblance; it was like the legendary Medusa, a mass of nauseating tendrils instead of hair, her left eye—a blend of red and black—pierced by a dark crystal blade, protruding from its socket, exuding a kind of indescribable black humor.
Her life force was tenacious; even with her head severed, her face, filled with hair-like muscular fibers, continued to twitch incessantly. Deep within her eyes was embedded a spirit of defiance, yet devoid of any remorse—this convinced Li Aozi that, even if given another chance, the professor would not choose to abandon creating the Mingji Humanity.
Li Aozi had heard a joke: if a biochemist appears to be aging, it indicates that their technological pathway has reached its end, and both their personal and era's limits are confined to this.
He vaguely remembered seeing wrinkles at the corners of the professor's eyes before she shed her mortal coil.
It seems her technology had reached its limit after all.
