“Congratulations, the surgery is a success!” said the head surgeon who just came out from the operating theatre with his team.
“Your son shall regain consciousness after about an hour. He will still need some anaesthetic for a week, and continuous prescription of antidepressant, anti-anxiety, neuroleptics stimulants, psycho-stimulants...”
“You said that he will be completely cured after the surgery!” The well dressed man in his late 50 interrupted the doctor with a stern deep voice. His vocal was so full of authoritative power that the doctor was almost stunned by it. His bodyguards, five of them, showing signs of alert. The surgeon felt that he had been watched by all of them.
“He… he still needs time, Mr Vybranny. Surgery is not one shot solution. The therapy should take a minimum of three years to complete…”
“Why should I trust you?” The man lowered his head and glared at the surgeon through the upper edge of his sunglasses.
The sudden chill hit the surgeon, and he was in fear. His legs were slightly shaky, but he tried to stay calm and confident. He replied:
“I am the top brain surgeon, the best in this world. My method has been proven 99% effective and every one of my patients has been cured for over 5 years without recurrence of any former symptoms!”
“I’ve modified the gene in his neural network, wiping out every memory of him with that person. The nano machine I planted in his brain will continuously scan for any signal of his desire and automatically defuse it to avoid any emotions to even occur. And my team has grafted the best memory that is successfully installed into his brain…”
“You have Mrs Vybranny as the living example of success, don’t you agree?”
The man switched his gaze towards an elegant lady sitting at a corner. In her extravagant yet minimalistic designer gown, she sat quietly on the bench, her face was without emotion, but the irises were slightly vibrating, like a soul deeply trapped within a beautiful body.
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“GOD WILL PUNISH ALL OF YOU! You will burn in hell! It’s a sin! It’s a Goddamn sin to do brain enhancement surgery!”
"Say no to brain mod!"
A small group of men and women gathered on the street.
"NO BRAIN MODS! NO BRAIN MODS!"
They chanted, burning torches of fire, raising their placards and protesting on the street near the Capitol Building. A luxurious hoover vehicle arrived at the scene with a convoy of police vehicles. Akym Vybranny, the only son of the President, had just recovered from his brain enhancement surgery. A handsome young man in his mid twenties, he was known as the next in line for the position of the leadership.
“Huh, ultra right wing conservatives. What a bunch of losers!” said the senior Vybranny who sat opposite of Akym, next to that beautiful lady.
“We are sorry, sir. We will clear the street immediately.” The voice came from the passenger cabin.
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“Just let them be! I don’t want the public to presume that I suppress their freedom!”
“Yes, sir. Brilliant indeed, sir.”
“Akym, this is the world we are living in. We are on top of this pyramid. We lead the world and we possess the best brain and body compared to all humans alive. From now on, you will be working as an intern in my office. Do your very best to prove your capability.”
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"Yes, father!" Akym replied with only his lips moving.
"In the almighty God we trust'"
"The soul that we had in our brain!"
"We must protect it! The temple of the one true God!" A woman in her mid 40 shouted with a loudspeaker in her hand.
"HALLELUJAH!" And the protesters shouted!
"Fix our body! But not our brain! God gave us our soul and none shall take it away!" A short old man with a mechanical lower body took over the woman's loudspeaker and voiced his mind.
"HALLELUJAH!"
"The president already arrived with the first lady and his son. But the ultra right wing conservative protestors remain at the street in front of the Capitol Building." a young reporter spoke in front of her camera crew. She then walked towards the protestor.
"Switch on the time delay filter, I'm going to interview some of the protestors."
"Yes, sir, the filter is on! Make sure you pick the idiot!"
"They are all idiots!"
"Sir, we are from CMM news, why are you here today?" The reporter randomly picked an old bearded man who wore a red cap and a pair of thick goggles.
The man immediately grabbed the mic, with his deep hoarse voice he stared straight to the camera and said
"Our souls live within our brain! Our emotions make us who we are! Love, hate, happiness, sadness, joy and pain. We are perfect with our flaws! It is imperfect without flaws! Say no to brain mods! Our souls belonged to God!"
"But without brain enhancement, you won't be able to migrate your soul when you need to!"
"We have only one soul! Each of us belongs to our own body! My soul is in my body, your soul in yours! And let me ask you this, will you allow my soul to take over your young body?"
"Thanks, and back to the studio!" The reporter immediately snatched back his mic from the old man. Making a two finger extended gesture towards the camera crew. They frantically pressed the buttons on their large advance camera, trying to cut away the last recorded scene before it was sent to the broadcast. They only have about 20 seconds, adding that 'communication lost' error to buy them more time to modify their 'live' broadcast.
The video played on the large advertisement billboard.
"Emotions make us weak, try Rometanib! One pill a day, the emotinase inhibitor will prevent the brain cell from receiving any emotional signal with 99.99% efficacy..."
"Need some brain power? Drink Branitanol! The famous cognitive enhancer that guarantees to make your IQ hit over 600 points in no time…"
That old man took out a thick disk from his pocket and threw it towards that billboard. The disk stuck on the screen and generated electricity, shorting the screen, distorted the images and muted it.
He then waved his hand, making some gesture, giving a signal to Benji and Havana, who were preparing their amours and guns in an abandoned building sat just slightly beyond the boundary of the Capitol Building area. Havana saw his signal, and smiled.
“Old Doc has given the signal! Are you ready?” she said.
“Damn ready!”
I’m coming for you, Akym! I’m gonna save you from that living hell!
They put on the janitors’ jumpsuit and left the building.