The Journal

Mason returns to his seat, flipping through the right weight journal, glancing at the diagrams, which start from precise and detailed skeletal sketches and end with the final diagram of the completed machine presented by the system.

Excitement soared through Mason's veins as he earnestly read the detailed explanation of the system, including the safety precautions to take when using such a delicate device. Even though the equipment hadn't been produced yet, Mason felt like he had decades of experience operating the machine.

“I can't believe I hold the answer for a brain tumor,” Mason muttered to himself, with a broad smile spreading on his lips. The thought of the number of lives such discoveries could save and give hope to society crossed his mind. It would be revolutionary work if he was able to pull it off.

Pulling out of his thoughts, Mason tilted his head in the direction of the approaching footsteps. His assistant Billy, dressed in a smart suit, smiled and halted behind him