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Eventually, a method will be found to create and implant
electrodes that could fit individual nerve-endings. The brave experimental subject's spinal cord is severed at the neck (with life-support equipment attached where it counts beforehand) and a small section of the spinal column is removed. Wires
of microscopic diameter are fitted to each nerve-ending, and connected to a mechanism that allows impulses to travel through as before, as well as providing a high-bandwith "bus" whereby these signals may be monitored or modified. Thus, the user would have a port on the back of their neck, to which a computer connection would allow the recording and playback of below-the-neck sensation of any form (as mentioned in literature, but never explained specifically how it could be done, as far as I have seen.)
Brainstorm
http://us.imdb.com/Title?0085271
Natalie Wood's last movie. Features a less invasive implementation of this idea. [td, May 30 2001, last modified Oct 17 2004]
Vampire Zombie
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My inspiration, in a way. The idea got me thinking about low sci fi. The invention as described above relinquishes control of the body, but there is not reason the Augi could not tap into intact nerves and take control when events warrant. When Isis is bitten by a zombie, she moves the choker to her arm. Augi halts the transformation above the arm, but the arm below becomes zombie. Can Augi still control it? What does it perceive in that arm? [bungston, Jun 28 2009]
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Low tech version of this overroute exists, known as 'kick in the seat of the pants.' |
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Wasn't something similar to this done in eXistenZ? Though if I remember rightly the spinal ports were stuck in near the base. And that was real life, right? I mean, we're not still in the game? |
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Death only occurs if it's above a certain point (the nerves controlling the diaphragm and breathing). |
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dsm, Why? Does this serve a purpose? |
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[UnaBubba] look at the category -- health: sexual aid. The idea is like the brainwave recorder in Brainstorm (see link.) |
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I'm thinking that I wouldn't want someone to disconnect my perfectly good spinal column. |
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This belongs in the input device category, and the display category also if it exists. A sexual aid is a rather limited application of the device, and it's not even mentioned in the idea. (It's not a terribly original idea mind you but I'll let that slide.) |
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Those nerves are both sensory and motor, and I can't think of a single person who would want their motor nerves connected to a bus. |
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Isis came through a vacant lot and approached a group of four
brakkas, grooming each other near the entrance. They
probably smelled her before they saw her, and immediately
fanned out into a semicircle. Three males and a big female.
They looked like humanoid weasels, although of course were
no more related to weasels than to redwoods; the miracle of
convergent evolution. The female sized her up. "Far from
the nest, tasty tasty," she murmured. Humans rarely came
off colony, and when they did it was as heavily armed groups.
The brakkas knew about human weapons. But unless the
silver choker was a weapon, there was really nowhere else Isis
could be hiding anything. The aliens slid closer. Actually, the
choker was a weapon, though not the type the brakkas were
expecting. |
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"Mites," said Isis. It was a grave insult. Having decided she
was unarmed the two nearest to her launched themselves
through the air. The alien predators moved faster than the
human mind could process, though as it turns out not faster
than the human eye could follow. Isis shimmied sideways and
struck with left and right hands across their eyes, spun under
the third and punched it in the loin as it curled back to bite
her and caught the fourth under its chin with a kick. A
second kick put the big female back down. The male she had
struck in the eyes came like a cracking whip across its
mothers body, its teeth snapping the air where Isis' hand had
been. Her hand was now on the males nose, bringing its chin
down to her knee with a dull thud. |
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The fight had taken just over two seconds. Isis surveyed the
four aliens where they lay on the groud. She scratched her
nose. Then her brow furrowed. "Stop that!" she shouted. |
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"I perceived your suffering," said Augi. It spoke through her
earpiece rather than use her mouth, a prudent choice under
the circumstances. |
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"I was going to scratch it myself, thank you!" She knew that
was actually the problem - the time that passed between the
perception of a need for action and the action itself. A few
seconds for her, but an aching eternity for an augmentation
intelligence. Isis scratched her own nose out of principle,
and waited to hear if there was going to be something else. |
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Augi stayed quiet. The intelligence part was for real, and it
had learned when to shut up. |
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The cranial nerves will go unpatched, whereby sight, sound and smell will vanish from the picture. Might make for a dull recording if it wasn't for the small subgroup of people that are into groping in the dark while wearing ear- and noseplugs. |
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