The Seventh Minute Before Death

Xu Bohan stood on the podium, and the light shone on his late-stage ALS hand—the hand could no longer make a fist, and the five fingers were slightly curled like dead branches. That was three years ago, a confidential seminar. There were thirty-seven experts from different fields sitting under the stage, and Shen Yi was one of them. "Each of us has a tape in our brain." Xu Bohan's voice was calm, as if describing the weather. "The last seven minutes before death, it will play automatically. It is not a memory, not an illusion - it is a look back on a life. A real, unmodified look back." He held up the chip, which was the size of a grain of rice. "This device can record that tape." The venue was quiet. "The question is -" Xu Bohan put the chip on the table and let it light up alone, "Do you dare to look at it?" Three months later, he died. The official statement was myocardial infarction. Shen Yi later heard that he had chosen euthanasia and Fang Zhixing had done it for him. The chip was said to have been destroyed by him himself. It is said.