good things to work, to progress take place. Hugh is a reality that needs no more questions, is no longer an "if" now he "is". But what means this miracle? ...”
//minute.by.minute/extraordinary/
“... if I like your body and you like mine, all we need is a bunch of money and we could exchange bodies, I would live with your body and you with mine. Oh! If the mega-pop-star Kimba wanted... I would change in no time with her, can you imagine I'm driving that machine of Kimba, that skin, those eyes, that waist, just imagine, Uau! Aaaamaaazziiiinnngggg! ...”
//Elite/body/newness/tvshowHost-Whitesnow/
“... and now this. There is not enough luxury in all over this damned world, now one more misrepresentation, an aberration, an attack against nature. There is not enough mechanical equipment for sex, programs for virtual sex, now more an aberration against natural sex. The brain of a woman can end up in the body of a man, and vice versa. Aren't we taking it too far? Already there are people building companies that receive the registration of couples for the man go to the woman's body and she for to him, so they can feel what the other felt. This is...”
//pure/anti-decadence/austere.defender_jahnsen/
“... I sell my body - healthy, with certificates, medical score - very vigorous, three generations of genetic history, history of accidents, hospitalizations, police certificate (for the use of drugs), athleticism, age 23. For exchange of the brain, accepted: man, woman, sick bodies, provided that no fatal diseases, or degenerative, send forward proposals to:
[email protected]”
//europe/neuro_prison/classified_ads/dead_end/
“...
>MAX-D
It is the result of living in this socialist-capitalist society. While argue that socialism is controlling capitalism, this is not enough, we have, we have to go straight to the communitarianism, that is it. Communitarianism NOW! Away with these mistakes, enough of babbling, enough of this dirty innocence. Only in a capitalist society, and I will not speak of semi-capitalist, definitely is capitalist, only here, is that one might think about selling your own body.
>OSVALDO
Urah! Dud! You will unrecognized all that socialism has already won, our society is no longer capitalist, than socialist. See what the world market brought with the conclusion of globalization plan, we can compare the life of the poorest in today's society with the poor at 100 years ago, you must see how much progress.
>MAX-D
Gee, you do not understand. Less poverty is still poverty, communitarianism would be no poverty. Fool! This is the difference between socialism and communitarianism. In addition "less wealthy" means still rich, still higher, people with too much power over others, slave masters yet, yes, the richer will be privileged, they can buy the best bodies, while it isn't given to human mass, which will be the provider of perfect bodies for that ancient caste of leeches.
>ARLEQUIM
Look at the positive side, finally became crystal clear that the workers can now effectively sell their bodies (and not figuratively as Marx imagined), it is a marvel of evolution, the magic of technology. As you know when you're on the edge of the abyss there's always a sheep in a wolf skin to give a little push.
...”
//university_of_center/humanities/forum/?72-462arrt/
“... dear friend, I think we need to discuss a lot about the recent events, back to that medieval debate about the localization of the soul and spirit in every human. It seems that the man has undergone a significant evolutionary step. Now is impossible to see things in the same way as seen yesterday. I'm sure at this point many scholars, philosophers and theologians are reflecting deeply and remaking their ideations. For us religious, and defenders of society, I think a flood is coming. What a blow. It seems that science always prepares a trap, maybe not so much science, which only reveal the possible, but life and its surprising characteristics. Does not God impose a limit? Sometimes I ask myself this question and I am very upset...”
//CHUG/email-to-Kublisheski/friar_Jordy/
“... and so dies the heart. Definitely, from the first heart transplant, since the first artificial heart, we know that love does not reside in the heart, and now we know where the love lives, is in the brain. Surely the next time that I send flowers to a girl, I'll send a card in the shape of a brain...”
//arrowed.flirt/cupidY_redY/
“... how can one want to crucify this doctor Ubi, he deserves the Nobel Prize. We must come together with NGOs and require that a law passed that allows following the declaration of brain death of someone terminally ill patients be allowed to make such an amazing brain transplant. There is no doubt, is a breakthrough. It's wonderful! We can give more time to live for people who could not live longer, this is wonderful...”
//democratic_hive/generateNGO/new/first_step/reasons_for_the_formation/
“... who suggested that the brain transplant must be declared illegal and the practice stopped... -We understand it is necessary more caution and more detailed studies on the effects of such a procedure. We are also concerned with the impacts, social, moral and religious that this procedure can cause in our society. For this we are suggesting that all member countries to legislate for prohibit this practice. - Undahan Ghendal, President of the United Nations...”
//Just_in_time/world/highlighted/
“... you can no longer ignore. We have to intervene. Would you have not realized the danger? Move the machine. Time to grind meat...”
//?#454454?$#/ag/sec/e4/white_knight/
Ubi tried turning off the cameras on Hugh's room, he made the request, including to the judiciary, but was denied on the grounds that he was under suspicion. Ubi wanted those shut down, because he understood that this conversation should be down from father to son. But no one would decouple the doctor from father. Everyone wanted to watch this consultation.
At morning Ubi entered in the Hugh's room, he sat in a chair to be positioned face to face with his son, he did not have to wait too much for Hugh awoke, Hugh was calm when he saw his father, at least that's what Ubi understand the expression of that face that was of someone else. Hugh had no difficulty in seeing all expressions on his father's face, even if Ubi was impassive, forcing a straight face, actually Hugh crossed that mask and saw the pain and fatigue in the soul of his father.
Hugh remembered his mother and the confirmation of her death so was easy to understand why the sadness in the soul of his father. He forced a smile trying to cheer him, and the eyes filled with tears.
These were tears that made Ubi understand that within this body, that his eyes did not recognize, in fact was the soul of his son, who mourned the dead mother, the mother who was his wife, the mother was the same figure by which his heart was crying and Ubi was losing control and breathing accelerated, because he had found the bond, the umbilical cord that bound the soul of his son in his own soul. He knew now more than ever, that he had saved his son. So everything was justified.
- Son...
Ubi began to say but the words almost do not leave, they were dragged both as for the weight would he have to say and for the inconvenience of not having privacy.
- ... son ... how do you feel...
It was not quite what he wanted to say but the forces lacked. He lowered his head and stared down.
- You're alone father, aren't you?
Ubi only shook his head, looking at Hugh briefly and then turned to look down.
- Father does not be alone. Call someone. I know you may not like Aunt Susan but take a time with her, do this.
Ubi continued to look down.
- Is there anything else does not? What is it? You have that doctor's face. What is it? Is it as bad as the fact of death of the mother? Look at me! Look at me! Am I? You're not looking at me. Why do you avoid looking at me? What is it? I am deformed, is it? That's it! How badly deformed am I? Father looks at me. Is that so bad?
Ubi finally stared into the eyes of Hugh. Between the two arose an immense silence. Ubi then pulled out a s
mall hand mirror, mirror that belonged to Dora. Hugh immediately recognizes it, he remembered a vivid picture as movie screen: Dora is combing her hair while looking at the mirror, circulating this object against the face to see the details of her face, the vanity of his mother.
Ubi slowly extends the mirror and Hugh after a little bit afraid, finally get the object, slowly bring it to himself, and before he look at himself in the mirror, cast a last look at his father, wishing to see himself in the mirror of his father's eyes than having to look in the mirror of his mother. Finally Hugh looked in the mirror and slowly looked deep at any trace of his own face, now reflected in that glassy surface. For a moment he looks like understanding nothing, he is like an alienated, then the expression of his face slowly changing to pain. The hand holding the mirror begins to tremble, and his other hand begins to touch his face, making he feels more certainty in what the eyes have already shown. A face not recognized. A face that looks more horrible than the worst mutilation that he was waiting for. There is no trace of that face he used to see when he looked in the mirrors. He recognized nothing about the eyes, the cheek, the forehead, the nose, the mouth, not even the teeth. How could he look in the mirror and see a stranger. What about his old face? Hugh wondered about his Hugh's face. Then he looked at the hand that touched this object that used to be his face. What