“Yes,” said Sarkar. “Again, we’ve only tried it on the RICKGREEN prototype — and that was a limited model.”
“And, once you’ve identified a function, you can delete it from the overall brain simulacrum?”
“Bearing in mind that deleting one thing may change the way something that seems unrelated will respond, yes, I’d say we’re at the point at which we can do that.”
“All right,” said Peter. “Let me propose an experiment. Say we make two copies of a specific person’s mind. In one of them you excise everything related to the physical body: hormonal responses, sexual urges, things like that. And in the second one, you remove everything related to bodily degeneration, to fear of old age and dying, and so on.”
Sarkar ate a matzo ball. “And what would the point be?”
“The first one would be to answer that question everyone keeps asking me: what is life after death really like? What parts of the human psyche could persist separate from the body? And, while we’re at it, I figure we’d do the second one — a simulation of a being who knew he was physically immortal, like someone who has undergone that Life Unlimited process.”
Sarkar stopped chewing. His mouth hung open, giving an undignified view of a masticated dumpling. “That’s — that’s incredible,” he said at last, around his food. “
“Could you do it?”
Sarkar swallowed. “Maybe,” he said. “Electronic eschatology. What a concept.”
“You’d need to make the two brain dumps.”
“We’d do the dump once, of course. Then we’d just copy it twice.”
“Copy it once, you mean.”
“No, twice,” said Sarkar. “You can’t do an experiment without a control; you know that.”
“Right,” said Peter, slightly embarrassed. “Anyway, we’d make one copy which we would modify to simulate life after death. Call it — call it the Spirit simulacrum. And another to simulate immortality.”
“And the third we would leave unmodified,” said Sarkar. “A baseline or control version that we can compare to the original living person to make sure that the simulacra retain their accuracy as time goes on.”
“Perfect,” said Peter.
“But you know, Peter, this wouldn’t necessarily simulate true life after death. It’s life outside the physical body — but who knows if the soulwave carries with it any of our memories? Of course, if it doesn’t, then it’s not really a meaningful continuation of existence. Without our memories, our pasts, what we were, it wouldn’t be anything we’d recognize as a continuation of the same person.”
“I know,” said Peter. “But if the soul is anything like what people believe it to be — just the mind, without the body — then this simulation, at least, would give us some idea of what that kind of soul would be like. Then I could have something intelligent to say the next time I get asked that ‘What’s life after death really like?’ question.”
Sarkar nodded. “But why the research into immortality?”
“I went to one of those Life Unlimited seminars a while ago.”
“Really? Peter, surely you don’t want that.”
“I — I don’t know. It’s fascinating, in a way.”
“It’s stupid.”
“Maybe — but it seems we could kill two birds with one stone with this research.”
“Perhaps,” said Sarkar. “But who would we simulate?”
“How about you?” asked Peter.
Sarkar raised a hand. “No, not me. The last thing I want to do is live forever. True joy is possible only after death; I look forward to the felicity to be given to my realized soul in the next world. No, they were your questions, Peter. Why not use you?”
Peter stroked his chin. “All right. If you’re willing to undertake the project, I’m willing both to fund it and to be the guinea pig.” He paused. “This could answer some really big questions, Sarkar. After all, we know now that both physical immortality is possible and that some form of life after death exists. It would be a shame to choose one if the other turned out to be better.”
“Hobson’s choice,” said Sarkar.
“Eh?”
“Surely you know the phrase. Your last name is Hobson, after all.”
“I’ve heard the expression once or twice.”
“It refers to Thomas Hobson, a liveryman in England in, oh, the seventeenth century, I think. He rented out horses, but required his customers to take either the horse nearest the stable door or none at all. A ‘Hobson’s choice’ is a choice that offers no real alternative.”
“So?”
“So you don’t get an alternative. Do you seriously think that if you were to bankrupt yourself buying nanotechnology immortality that Allah couldn’t take you anyway if He wanted to? You have a destiny, as do I. We have no choice. When it’s time for you to go to the stable, the horse nearest the door
Peter shook his head. He and Sarkar rarely talked about religion, and he was beginning to remember why. “Are you willing to undertake the project?”
“Sure. My part is easy. You’re the one who is going to have to face himself. You will see your own personality, the inner workings of your own mind, the interconnections that drive your thoughts. Do you really choose to do that?”
Peter reflected for a moment. “Yes,” he said. “I really do choose that.”
Sarkar smiled. “Hobson’s choice,” he said, and signaled the server to bring the check.
The Archdiocese of Houston, Texas, would like to remind everyone that this coming Wednesday, November 2, is All Souls’ Day-the day on which prayers are offered for souls in purgatory. Because of the recent surge of interest in this topic, a special mass will be held at the Astrodome Wednesday evening at 8:00 p.m.
The front-page editorial in the November issue of
Raymond Moody’s
In spirited trading, Hobson Monitoring Limited (TSE:HML) closed today at 57-1/8, up 6-3/8 from the day before, on a volume of 35,100 shares. This represents a new 52-week high for the Toronto-based biomedical equipment maker.
A demonstration was held today out front of the freestanding Morgentaler Abortion Clinic in Toronto, Ontario, by the organization Defenders of the Unborn. “Abortion prior to the arrival of the soulwave is still a sin in the eyes of God,” said protester Anthoula Sotirios. “For the first nine weeks of pregnancy, the fetus is a temple, being prepared for the arrival of the divine spark.”
CHAPTER 17
Thursday evening at home. Peter had long ago programmed the household computer to scan the TV listings for topics or shows that would interest him. For two years, he’d had a standing order for the VCR to record the film
