No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1644

On the fourth day of the holidays, Eleanor went right back to work. Mrs. Vaughn's condition couldn't wait.

The lab was completely silent save for the hum of the machines. Callie, Diaz, and Gwenda had all cut their vacations short to come back and help.

Xavier sat by his mother in the observation ward.

"Eleanor, prep is complete," Callie announced, stepping out of the equipment room with a checklist. "The brain-computer interface is tuned, and the neural signal acquisition equipment is fully calibrated."

Eleanor nodded, scanning the checklist meticulously.

"Alright, let's begin."

She walked over to Mrs. Vaughn and crouched down to meet her gaze.

Mrs. Vaughn looked slightly more lucid than a few weeks prior. Her eyes were still a bit foggy, but she wasn't putting up a fight.

"Let's go do a quick test, alright?"

Mrs. Vaughn looked at Xavier, who gently helped her to her feet.

Attaching the brain-computer interface was a delicate process. Eleanor handled it personally, her movements gentle yet highly precise.

She placed the electrode patches across Mrs. Vaughn's scalp one by one, connecting them to the towering array of equipment behind the chair.

Standing off to the side, Xavier was visibly tense, his fists unconsciously clenching.

Catching his anxiety, Eleanor shot him a reassuring look. Xavier nodded, took a slow, deep breath, and forced his muscles to relax.

Everything was set.

Eleanor returned to the control console, slipping on her headphones. Her eyes locked onto the fluctuating neural waveforms dancing across the monitors.

"Start acquisition," she ordered.

Callie hit the activation switch.

On the screen, the previously flat lines began to ripple. It was faint at first, but as the signal strength increased, the waves grew sharper.

"Signal strengthening in the hippocampus," Diaz reported, his eyes glued to the data. "Temporal lobe is showing activity too."

Eleanor didn't say a word. Her absolute focus remained on the monitors as her fingers flew across the keyboard, rapidly adjusting the interface parameters.

Under the gentle influence of the sedatives, Mrs. Vaughn drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Time ticked by agonizingly slowly. Finally, thirty minutes later, a very distinct, familiar waveform spiked on the screen.

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