The Net 7.0

in an arena of this ratio. This is all actually a legacy of the television, now TV and newspapers are fighting for audience inside the Internet. After all who would not want to participate in this good bit of spectators? The file that summarizes the operation of Hugh is already one of the most requested on the Internet. Giant companies take advantage of the wave by investing millions in advertising campaigns...”

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  Sophie was reading about this huge audience, just before the start of the afternoon meeting. This time, she was alone in the room, the other members of the Chug, were online. Sophie took a deep breath and asked for to bring his guest to the room. A woman with deep dark circles on face, that looks visibly fatigued, entered the room. Frances Dolores was 42 years old and an aspect of 25. Frances sits in the chair, looks at Sophie, and then she looks the image of other people in those small screens, and gives a tired sigh. Immediately she pulled a handkerchief out from within her bag and holding it in her hand, she moves that handkerchief in a nervous action. Even before Sophie could say anything, Frances begins:

  - All... all I want is my son - she said in a whiny tone. I just want to get my son Louis and go away. Back to home with him.

  - I understand Frances, but...

  - He is all I have - Frances says, interrupting Sophie. I love him so much. You know, he is a good boy. Don't think that I say this because I am his mother, no, he is so good. Thank God, not pulled the father. You know, his father and me, we broke up when he was a boy. I always felt a little guilty about it. Not because the separation, it's just not working for us... you know, a couple. I think Louis felt very lack of the father. They always feel this thing, aren’t they? But I think I did very well. I think I gave more love to him than most mothers do. I do not know, but that day the storm, I do not understand, Louis was helping me to collect some clothes I had put on the line, and suddenly, he fell down the stairs. A ladder so small, only five steps, my God! What are five steps anyway? Nothing! It is a minor height. But you know, I am a mother, I felt that something was wrong, mothers feel that things coming. He fell and did not wake up. I managed to drag him to the bed, he was heavy for a woman to carry, my little man. I carefully wiped his face with a moist towel, but he did not wake up, I knew something was wrong, and I called the emergency. But his heart was thumping, yes it is thumping, surely, has always been strong the heart of my son, and he was breathing. Louis was always a kid so healthy, thank God. Indeed he always had a strong body.

  Sophie just watches, this action does not fit with her impulsive character, because if Sophie wanted, she could have stopped Frances immediately and brought that audience into his own style, but Sophie knows that there are millions of viewers watching the audience, as she also know that the emotional testimony of Frances was what they most want to see, this would magnify even more this case.

  - Do you know what happened to your son? - Asks Sophie.

  - I know he is alive. He is here at this very moment in the hospital. - Frances responds calmly.

  After a brief silence Sophie continues.

  - Doctors... What they said about his son?

  - I'm not sure. First they told me that my son had died. This is absurd! - Frances passes her handkerchief over her eyes. My Louis is so strong. He can’t die from falling five steps. What are five steps? It's Nothing. For God's sake! Nobody dies from falling five steps. No, they... they... lied. When Louis arrived at the hospital, I was there, he was breathing, he had wrist, his heart was beating in his chest, and he had life. He did not die.

  Sophie gives a smile of encouragement for Frances, she leans forward and holds the forearm of Frances, a gesture of friendship. So Sophie speaks slowly and with a voice very soft.

  - I know how all this is difficult for you Frances. But it is very important to me that you try to remember and tell me exactly what happened. Do you remember if the doctors said that your son was dead?

  Frances lowered her head as she was making effort to remember, finally responded:

  - One thing I do not understand. Three days after I bring Louis to the hospital, they told me that he had died. But it was not true. You know, it was almost Christmas, I had decorated my house, and I bought a gift for Louis. He always liked Christmas. I knew he would be healed and he would come home with me before Christmas. What gift could be more precious to me? But the doctors insisted that Louis had died. That he would never return home. Tell me, have you ever lost a child?

  In asking the question, Frances took Sophie's hand that was close to her own arm, and looked firmly to Sophie. Sophie felt uncomfortable and did not answer this question. More than Frances, Sophie knew about the countless eyes directed upon them, Sophie did not want to expose her private life. Sophie leaned back in her comfortable chair, to get away from Frances. So they do not touch each other.

  - Could you tell me if they had been directing you to some emotional help, a psychologist, or a social worker? - Sophie wanted to know.

  - They had an appointment for me - said Frances. But I have no need on this. They told me that Louis was dead, but I could see him breathing. Yeah, I peeked when they are distracted, I saw my Louis, and he was still breathing and his heart still beating.

  - The doctors did not explain to you about brain death?

  - They did, of course, but my son was breathing, he was alive. - Frances said loudly and firmly.

  - Frances, can you understand what brain death is?

  - I think so. Nobody is dead if there was moving. As can he be dead if he breathes and the heart beats? My son is alive - Frances said vehemently. Surely he is alive. And he's at the hospital. And I want you to let me bring him home, that's enough.

  - I understand your feelings Frances - Sophie said kindly. But there were problems to consider, and they will require a great strength and consistency of you. I ask that you be patient, and you must be very strong. We will provide assistance for you.

  - I do not need help, just tell me that I can take my Louis away. - Frances passes the handkerchief under her eyes.

  Sophie doesn't say a word, she remains in a meditative silence. For the first time Sophie was able to see the real depth of this whole situation. Sophie thanked Frances, and ended the meeting.

  After Frances left the room, Sophie looked at other members of the CHUG.

  - This is the big problem. As you know, Hugh's brain was transplanted to the body of Louis.

  There was a silence and no one seemed to have anything to say, so she gives a break to everyone. But Sophie doesn't stop, she moves on and she scheduled a new meeting for the following day. Sophie, quickly, sets the next meeting demanding the presence of Ubi and Frances, she wants to see them face against face. Then Sophie takes the rest of the day off. She tries preparing herself to this difficult meeting.

  Now the Internet is on fire and Frances's testimony is enough fuel to feed a big fire.

  “... CHUG is the new volcano on the Internet. And it seems is just the first eruption. Much destruction is on the way...”

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  “... we always warn you, there must be strict control over scientists, doctors, chemists, finally, the biotechs, indeed of every techie. We always warn. See our website for more than 10 years ago, we said that in a hospital could be held advanced scientific experiments, and that all this was out of control. We told you so. From now on we suggest that every doctor must be under surveillance 24 hours a day. Wanting to be a doctor then has to be a priest, your life will be exposed. We are providing several files at this time where we gather many images taken from the Internet, where we expose the lives of several doctors...”

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  “... is the horror of horrors. You are there, and there's nobody with you. In the hospital entrance they separate you from your friends, family, and they throw you in a lonely room, where you're at the mercy of strangers. Whatever they want to do to you; they do
, who will stop them? If they want to kill you, who will stop them? They inject a lot of drugs in you, and they bind a plethora of instruments in you, who will stop them? And if they want something that you have, who will stop them? You try to protest, saying that you are fine, and you want to leave. But it will not happen. Your clarity is gone, and you fall asleep and confusion takes you. You're absolutely vulnerable in litter, who will stop them? And at the end, if death really wants to take you, who can stop...”

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  “... say that the government has in fact guilty of the CHUG is too exaggerating the possibility of the government. Since the beginning of the twenty-first century that the government is losing strength, and really within a few decades, the government will be nothing more than an emblem to take the faults of society. It feels good to swear the President, Governor, Mayor, or whoever, but the truth is that the fault lies with each one of us. It seems difficult to understand something so obvious, the President, the Governor, all these people, is nothing more than an emblem that represents each of us. When you blame them for something, you are admitting your own mistakes. Rulers are the witches of today, we continue to burn some of them in public to appease our own fear. The truth is that the government has less