The physical body was entirely alive, sustaining every normal biological rhythm, yet the consciousness was utterly non-existent. It was a reverse mechanism of memory retention and synchronization technology.
The entire room fell into a silence so profound that the ticking of the second hand on the lavish wall clock could be heard with stark clarity. The men seated here were those standing at the absolute pinnacle of the social pyramid, individuals who had witnessed countless filthy, hidden corners of human nature. However, the concept that Felix Tate had just thrown onto the table still sent a chilling draft racing down their spines.
