The death was managed in absolute secrecy. There were still wills reeling from the right zeros on a check, priced silences, and, exchange benefits. So the only reference to Mokuba in the media was that of a rumor clarified by the hospital staff, who confirmed the admission of the minor Kaiba but not by the reasons in the headline of tabloids.

"They would not bury anyone", it was decreed with an imperious air to the selective group of people like him versed in the branches of artificial intelligence.

"My brother may have lost his fight against death, but from now on I am the one who takes his place".

"Mr. Kaiba, with all due respect, what you are asking of us is... Something that to this day remains a myth in the various branches of science".

"Then we will set a precedent".

"But..."

"Nakamura, in the contract prior to this meeting, which I gave everyone here present enough time to read and analyze, I specified the conditions under which this moment would take place. So, your personal appreciation are useless at this point: if you did not agree from the beginning, you should not have left your signature at the bottom. You must now adjust to my guidelines".

The professional fell silent with a convulsed expression, and his colleagues joined in the gesture. However, although Seto's voice did not lose its authoritative tone in his speech, there was a faint undertone that sounded like despair to Isono, who was also present. He confirmed it when he realized that, rather than an insult disguised with eloquent words, Seto was making a clarification and, moreover, recognizing that he needed his cooperation by not including a threat. The fact that he had decided to carry out such a feat in conjunction with a group of specialists and not alone described the size of his yearning.

Isono had seen countless projects that many experts - and even he himself - had once called far-fetched come to fruition under the CEO direction, but he wished none of them as much success as the one they were about to undertake. Of all of them, it was the only one for which he would give his unconditional support above and beyond his work as an employee and the corresponding salary.

It broke his heart watching little Mokuba enclosed in that kind of armored metal cylinder with a glass-covered surface, connected by several wires to an advanced system that facilitated the preservation of the body. Dressed in his usual white suit with a purple shirt and his brown patent leather shoes, his hair was cropped in such a way that it brushed his shoulders. His once affable face, which he remembered eclipsed by a smile, exhibited the step of death with an illusory calmness that showed the illusion that he lay asleep and not stripped of his heartbeat.

"A new heart".

Isono heard to say, as Seto looked with devotion at the inert body of his brother.

"I'll give you a new heart, Mokuba".