The Net 7.0

information than any entity well organized and with fairly long time to surf the internet. This is not surprising, actually makes sense. Earlier the ruler was imposed by force, but the weapons become too powerful to the point that they can no longer be used without risk of a total destruction. Then the rulers, from the twentieth century, began to impose itself by the power of information they possessed, and manipulated. However, the Internet has popularized information and news in a so massive way that no one else is able to control all relevant information anymore, far less the traditional government incompetence. Therefore, do not be surprised, because the government is still not giving due importance to the CHUG...”

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  “... I saw so much stuff on the internet about the CHUG. No kidding! Crystal, Guess what? Sure I'm looking at the camera that shows this guy Hugh, son of the doctor Ubi. I wonder what goes on inside this guy. Too bad that does not give to know if he will live or die. Funny, we talk so much, and nobody can say anything about it. I think this is the most important, because if this guy die, who will care about CHUG...”

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  “... Chug! Write what I'm saying, someone will have to pay. Man, do I look like a fool? But write what I just said...”

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  Ubi surfed the internet, images succeeded in a frenzy before his eyes, he surfed through lots of information quickly, and sometimes he stopped to read some of them, they were all linked to CHUG. Suddenly a small square appeared on the screen as he was surfing the Internet, while the sound of the doorbell was heard. In this square, it was clear the image of a teenager. Ubi Intrigued approached his face to screen as if he could better see the image of the girl, and immediately, the picture is enlarged to the size of the entire screen. The computer had understood the gesture characteristically human from Ubi. The image was much improved, but Ubi still goes with a puzzled expression. He did not recognize that girl at the doorway of his home. And she continued to press the bell. Ubi did not want to talk to anyone and decided to remain reserved, now he will simply ignore that nagging visitor. Ubi made a gesture on the screen and the frame with the image of the girl in front of door was gone. So he again had access to web browsing, continuing to seek information about CHUG. A little square occasionally shows in a corner of his screen and the girl was still there, pressing the bell.

  Time passed and now, more puzzled than ever, Ubi no more surfing the Internet, but fixed his gaze on the square that was showing the girl. With some commands, he obtained information that she was there in front of his house for 21 minutes and 32 seconds and she had pulled 11 times the doorbell, an average of 1.95454545 minutes between each try. Computers like to give accurate information. The fact is that it was too long. Ubi realized that that girl would not leave.

  Reluctantly Ubi opens a channel of communication through the camera's front door. Ubi and the girl look each other on screen. Ubi says nothing and waits for the girl takes the initiative. And she does.

  - Hi! You are the father of Hugh, aren't you?

  Ubi was silent. He feels annoyed by the presence of this girl, and the question that she gave him increased his dissatisfaction. She understood the situation.

  - I do not want to bother you. I regret not having come sooner. But I was trying to respect your pain. Of course it should not be easy for you the loss of your wife. I know we do not meet, my name is Anne and I am the girlfriend of Hugh.

  She paused and stared at the screen, off course, staring at that screen meaning she is staring Ubi. Ubi's brow furrowed and he was apprehensive with the words of the girl, he was slowly getting to the point of those words. He stared at the screen and just stared at the girl, she had a slight grin on his youthful face. However Ubi is not led astray by this calm smile, because he was thinking on the delicate situation in which he was. He remembered that the meeting was scheduled, and he would face a serious situation before Frances, he knew how hard it would be. And so, by caution and fear, he was more than apprehensive about this strange girl. Who could ensure that she was not a hostile person? Maybe she had intention to sabotage his actions at that meeting.

  - My son did not say anything about you. - Ubi said cautiously.

  - I know - Anne agreed, looking around - is that... We just recently were dating. But... - Anne looked straight ahead, with a bright look. - I really love Hugh. I know he is the love of my life.

  The sincerity so apparent in the girl's voice touched Ubi. Even through cold screens human feelings show strong. Ubi opens the door, somehow the words of Anne had overcome his fears. He opens the door and looks carefully at the girl's face. Screens are screens, reality is reality - a day come and this will be a mess, therefore, Ubi seemed to need to look carefully at the girl, as if to confirm what his eyes had seen on the screen.

  Anne comes in and they go inside the house. Before Anne sit in the chair, suddenly she stops and looks at the screens, and without saying anything, she approaches a screen, this screen shows a color image from a blurred design. She touches briefly on the screen. Turns to Ubi and says:

  - It's Hugh. Isn't it?

  Ubi was astonished; Anne could not know that the image represents Hugh in one of his many forms of analysis. It's amazing how the patient was transformed in the eyes of his doctor, now doctors are like flies, with a thousand eyes, seeing the patient in many spectra, the patient sometimes it's just a mass without recognizable human form.

  - Why do you say that?

  - I feel.

  Anne is looking into the room. There is not much of Hugh there, no pictures, no evidence of a teenager.

  - It's very different than I imagined.

  Anne says and then looks at Ubi.

  - You are also very different than I imagined. It seems that Hugh doesn't resemble you.

  - What exactly does he not resemble me?

  - Hugh is happy and smiling and carefree, almost reckless. He likes to talk, he makes friends easily. I think he's even a little insecure. Sometimes he seemed very dependent on others. However, you seem so serious, all responsible, strong, fearless, and unable to do foolish things. You two do not match.

  Ubi sits on the couch, wondering that this girl really was right in what she spoke. Anne comes and sits on another couch in front of Ubi.

  - How long have you been dating Hugh?

  Anna nodded and smiled as she remembered something funny, a joke.

  - To tell the truth. Umm... I say... I've known him since... But I... I mean, we two, he also knew, yes, deep down he knew that he and I, we loved each other very much, we were made for each other. I know we were meant for each other.

  Again that gleam in the eyes of Anne and despite the Ubi's cold expression, this time he had noticed a trace of young love.

  Ubi looked down, he was sad, because he had seen a beautiful love between his son and this young girl and Ubi had noticed that the tragedy of the life of Hugh had aborted this beauty of human life. Ubi was not sure anything about Hugh. What was Hugh now? Perhaps Hugh could not ever live the love that once he had with this girl.

  Anne touched the arm of Ubi, taking him from his sad thoughts.

  - Hey, come on - she says. What about Hugh? Does he look so bad?

  Ubi looked at Anna, and took a few moments before answer, this was a very difficult question for him. The reason told him to be careful, after all, who was this girl? On the other hand, Ubi was so tired and feeling so alone, without having a person who really could trust, someone who loves Hugh as Ubi do, with a person like that he could share the burden he was carrying by what he had done to save the Hugh's life.

  - He is still under observation.

  This answer of Ubi was the answer given by the Hugh's doctor and did not come from Hugh's father. Anne was resentful by the answer, of course noticed the tone of professionalism that accompanied it. Anne did not insist, she seemed to understand perfectly the situation.

/>   - Hmm .. - She says shortly.

  There was sadness in the eyes of Anne. Ubi resented his behavior. He stared at Anna, while taking a decision, like such, left or right without middle ground. Despite the concerns of his reason, he decided in his heart that he should trust in this girl, because the eyes of this girl revealed, twice already, a true love for his son. After clearing his throat Ubi said:

  - Sorry. Hugh is alive. I think that's what matters. At least, I think... To be honest I do not know if he is alive. That is the truth. Look at these images, they are all Hugh, or... well... these images show something that is still working, but I do not know what it is. Knowing how much from Hugh is alive, I do not know such thing. After all, what are we? What about our brain? Hugh's brain is working, but what's left inside that brain? What has changed in this brain? I do not know. This is a strange situation because what we really are coming up on us. My God! What was I thinking when I performed the transplant? Is it worth it? What did I really accomplish?

  - He's alive, is what matters.

  Anne said this with a smile so happy that almost spread to Ubi. He almost smiled. Ubi finally had a support among all those people who seemed to repudiate him, finally someone came to support him. So it was good for him not to feel alone anymore. But the seriousness of the situation demanded.

  - What do you know about I did with Hugh?