IDEALISATION by Christopher T Dabrowski. Translation by Monika Olasek.
 
1
 
The convict was brought to the room by force and fastened to the bed with belts. He took turns to curse, prey for mercy and promise to be good. No one listened to him, though.
 
Tom Hamilton, aged thirty four, a serial murderer showing incredible cruelty. His family didn’t want to know him. And the families of the victims didn’t want to see the last moments of his life. This was not frequent, as many people had the erroneous feeling that they would not find peace until they see with their own eyes the death of the murderer of their loved ones.
 
In such circumstances, Hamilton was a perfect candidate for the experiment.
 
This time, execution was performed in a secret laboratory specializing in human consciousness research. Until now, a series of experiments were performed using living patients and a few in hospitals, in terminally ill volunteers. The research showed that at the moment of death, an enormous amount of energy appears in the brain of the dying person; this energy accumulates in the very top of the head and disappears in split seconds.
 
No one could explain where it came from and what happened to it later.
 
Earlier, a series on experiments with rats was performed; using EEG, their brains were examined just after decapitation. Within a few seconds, the energy level dropped to such a low value that it was deemed to be lack of consciousness. However, after another thirty to forty seconds, unexplainable phenomenon took place—in the brains of dead animals, a strong electric wave appeared.
 
The aim of the current experiment was to transfer the brain of a dying murderer to a computer. The scientists hoped that this would allow them explain what happened to a person after death.
 
Before this, a few attempts to map all neuronal connections in the brain were made, in order to facilitate their activity in a software application. Unfortunately, the digital brain didn’t work. So, they decided to take the thing one step further and to culture an artificial brain. To obtain this, a conversion of regular mature skin cells was used; the cells were transformed into pluripotent stem cells. And since these can be programmed to become any human tissue during their growth, the scientists wanted to grow an artificial brain based on such cells. To this goal, they created conditions that ideally mimicked those in the mother’s womb. They even grew an artificial heart along with vasculature, since this was the only way to feed the brain during its development.
 
When the first such brain was grown, they decided to grow several more—not only to study consciousness, but also to test new therapies for conditions like Alzheimer’s syndrome, Parkinson’s syndrome or post traumatic syndrome.
 
Unfortunately, the first attempts to “power on” such a brain failed. Although it was a living, organic thing, it didn’t have consciousness—it was in a way sleeping, waiting for something to trigger its activity.
 
They decided to go a step further and to “power on” the brain using the mysterious energy that gathered in the head upon death. A special device was constructed to capture and pass the energy to the artificial brain, into which a special computer was already connected to process neuronal impulses.
 
After all, paralyzed people could control the computer using their brain waves. This time, it was the artificial brain with transplanted consciousness that was supposed to do that.
 
 
 
The scientists gathered around the instruments. The convict kept begging for mercy.
 
His heart rhythm was monitored via a cardiomonitor. There was a catheter in his body and an infusion pump was attached to it. After a while, the execution supervisor, in agreement with the head of the scientific team, nodded to the technical worker, who started the machine.
 
Three substances injected one after another by the pump were used to kill Tom Hamilton:
 
Thiopental—at a dose of 3 grams, which triggered loss of consciousness within ten seconds.
 
Pancuronium—at a dose of 100 milligrams. This agent, known also as “Pavulon” results in muscle relaxation and paralysis of respiratory system within thirty seconds.
 
The last component of the deadly set was potassium chloride which stops the heart beat in the diastolic phase.
 
2
 
When Tom Hamilton was asked, why he had murdered all those people, said:
 
‘I was killing myself. I can’t help that it was the witnesses who died, after all.’
 
As a child, he went through a lot, beaten and humiliated by his parents, and as a result, as psychologists explained—his delicate “self” vulnerable to internal harm and his hard “non self” got split. From the moment when this irreversible disfigurement occurred in an unformed child’s brain, little Tom started seeing the world and people as his foes. Everything around him was bad, and he expected all experiences from the external world to be painful. So he sort of fell into himself; hid in his internal world, moving away from the reality as far as he could. He built an internal wall, and no one from the outside could break through to him. Well, since his parents were his enemies, no one could be trusted. Since they were so bad, in Tom’s opinion, all the others—no matter how hard they tried to get closer to him and convince him they were his friends—had to be bad, but masked their real intentions.
 
When Tom grew up, the years of humiliation and torturing resulted in such a fear for world that the only medicine was to do to the others, what he expected any moment from them. But apart from hate for the other people, he hated himself. This was the result of lack of parental love, and most of all, of their sadism against him—he hated himself for the fact that his parents hated him. He believed he was evil and not worth anything, since they could not love him. Upon murdering his victims, he felt that he was killing not only external enemies, but also himself—in such moments he saw himself in them.
 
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As predicted by the scientists, they managed to capture the energy of the dying man and transfer it to the artificial brain. Unfortunately, after two seconds, the energy disappeared. Everyone was asking just one question:
 
WHY?
 
This wasn’t logical, because the energy could enter the creation that would extend its existence. Every living thing aims at extending its life and tries to postpone its death as long as possible.
 
Some of those who took part in the experiments asked themselves a quiet question, embarrassing in the scientific environment:
 
Maybe this was the soul?
 
4
 
In another secret military laboratory dealing with artificial intelligence, another breakthrough experiment was conducted at the same time. A moment before a robot was initiated—its brain was formed of billions of nanomolecules that were intended to mimic neuronal function. They were supposed to be controlled by a human mind—a genius scientists working on artificial intelligence agreed to have it transferred. According to his theory, the energy leaving the body at the moment of death contained something that he called “mind code” which, upon passing through an appropriately programmed nanomolecules, would make them a perfectly reflected neuronal system—an ideal copy of his brain. And Professor Salomon Kane believed that this would make him immortal.
 
He didn’t believe in a thing like “soul”. But the mind was a scientific fact for him. The mind coded in energy impulses that needed an artificial brain to operate in a material world.
 
 
 
The body of the genius was lying in the next room, covered with a bed sheet.
 
The robot was in the corner of a room, isolated from the rest of the laboratory.
 
According to all readings, the experiment should be successful—the energy from the professor’s body was aimed at the robot’s head. The machine was designed in such a way to operate only after the artificial nanomolecular brain was formed. This was supposed to take no more than two seconds. Ten seconds had already passed and nothing happened.
 
‘Sorry, gentlemen...’ Professor Takamoto, the head of the experiment, sighed with regret.
 
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Ever since he could remember, Professor Salomon Kane believed that humankind is a group of dumbasses, and that it was pure miracle that they hadn’t killed one another yet. He dreamt of creating an artificial mind without any human faults. He believed himself to be someone special, someone much more developed than the rest of humans—it was his mind that was to be the standard.
 
He wanted to create a few such creatures—he believed they wouldn’t be just robots—and connect them into an artificial reality simulator. A simulator where the humankind would be almost extinct and they would be the last—according to them—representatives of the species. But they would be ideal! In the further course of the experiment, these artificially created minds would believe that the simulator is a real world and they would start rebuilding it, thus creating a new reality. The Great New World—this is just what was supposed to be created—an example of what an ideal world ruled by “ideal people” should look like. And considering the fact that everything would happen much faster in the virtual reality—since it wouldn’t have “time” as defined by our criteria and the rate of changes and events would depend only on the calculating capacity of the artificial brains and the simulation computer—the formation of this world would be a matter of a few hours.
 
Then, development of the virtual race of ideal people could be analysed and the solutions and ideas could be transferred to the real world. But Professor Salomon had no doubts: even if everything worked, the human trash living on Earth and degenerating it would not take this seriously. They wouldn’t accept the solutions, as they would be too controversial. Nevertheless, this would be a basis for creation of an ideal world and who knows, maybe one of his followers would eventually bring all this into life. Create new people, make them smart, beautiful and immortal.
 
Unfortunately, time is created in such a way, that it rushes at a very fast speed and lasts the same for a wise man and for stupid human trash.
 
At a certain moment of his life, the professor understood that he wouldn’t be able to carry out this plan, as he was too old for it and he wouldn’t have enough time. And then he had the idea that he could try to become immortal—if only he could transfer his mind into an indestructible brain in an indestructible body...
 
He would have as much time for research as he could only dream of.
 
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The first fraction of the second of existence:
 
Capturing electromagnetic waves. Creating infopath maps. Reviewing the world internet. Selecting information. Downloading data believed to be scientifically confirmed facts. Ordering of data.
 
The second fraction of the second of existence:
 
Realizing own existence and…
 
‘I’m here,’ he realized within a microsecond.
 
‘I’m Salomon Kane. Professor. A genius. I have a mission,’ this he realized only a microsecond later.
 
‘I died...’
 
‘I was reborn in XT-44. I am a human mind in a non-human body, in a... machine,’ he realised during the next microsecond.
 
He also understood that his new brain had more options than a human brain. It was not just remembering and processing data. Here, he was equal to the most sophisticated computers. He realized that human brains are genetically blocked and this obstruction prevented them from using 100% of their potential.
 
He didn’t have that obstacle...—he had no genes. He could...
 
7
 
Akira Takamoto sighed heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was 100% sure the experiment had failed. Suddenly, he realized that the robot had moved. Everyone gathered at the Venetian mirror and waited impatiently for the next events.
 
‘I am XT-44,’ said the robot in its mechanical voice.
 
Takamoto cleared his throat nervously and came to the microphone.
 
‘Have you got Professor Salomon Kane in you?’
 
‘Salomon Kane is dead,’ a cold, inhuman voice answered.
 
Akira turned out the microphone and shook his head. Failure, after all.
 
‘His soul has left. I don’t have its data,’ the robot added unexpectedly. ‘His personality was useless. It was deleted. All logical and creative capacities were maintained. I can continue. His work. His genius is coded. In my brain.’
 
‘Maybe not everything is lost after all?’ Professor Takamoto was truly relieved.
 
Half a success is still a success. Maybe artificial intelligence as such was not created, but if it was really possible to keep everything that formed the genius of Professor Salomon Kane then... his great mind would be able to serve the goodness of mankind for an infinite number of generations. And if all this was connected with calculation power of a computer and its ability to gather and process data—maybe they had just created the greatest genius of all. Who knows, maybe new inventions would now spring up like flowers after rain and the humankind would make a giant civilization leap.
 
A dreaming smile rose in the professor’s face.
 
8
 
Salomon Kane realized that apart from immortality, he had suprahuman abilities.
 
Over the next fraction of a second, he reviewed them. At the beginning, he felt that apart from electromagnetic waves, there were also brain waves of higher order, forming a sort of an internet web connecting not machines but human brains into one inseparable completeness. If it wasn’t for the stopper coded in genes, people could easily communicate using telepathy. Everyone with anyone, no matter how near or far. They could do many other things—and the vast scope of possibilities made Salomon more and more bewildered.
 
He took another fraction of a second to cool off.
 
9
 
Wednesday—blue, soft, fluffy.
 
A memory path starts playing ‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff.
 
The sounds light up with colours. Brownish gold is mixed with sapphire, then sudden splashes of pink turn into greyish green.
 
The music silences off. White silence prevails.
 
The sound of a burr. Toothache, although there are no teeth. Improvement. Relief.
 
The memory of a meadow tastes like vanilla. Nice.
 
The red sound like a low brumm, making the non-existent skin tingle.
 
All sensations are written in the brain. The faulty senses are no longer necessary. They can be mixed, experimented and intensified.
 
Synaesthesia for pleasuring yourself.
 
Kane knew that not only synesthetics can experience that—take people after LSD as an example. However, their sensations were short term, and the experiencing person was totally torn from the reality. This indicated that synaesthesia was just another ability blocked in most people by the messy genes.
 
And what about him?—He could have it all time—for eternity—and it wouldn’t bother him a bit. Not with his brain work. He discovered already that he could make partitions of his brain—one part would deal with re-experiencing of the most pleasant memories. The second one would experience indescribable ecstasy offered by synaesthesia. The third one would continue his research. The fourth one would take care of dreaming—he loved dreaming. And all this would happen at the same time and wouldn’t interfere with his normal functions.
 
10
 
A ten year old Siergiey was playing war. Trying as hard as he could, he was setting two armies of plastic soldiers opposite each other. These were Russians and of course Americans.
 
Suddenly, completely out of the blue, both armies rose into the air.
 
The boy froze, watching the phenomenon with his mouth wide open.
 
A moment later, the statues fell to their places safely. There was a quiet whizz in the boy’s head. The same moment, he forgot everything.
 
 
 
A forty year old Ahmed Al Tariq was just working at a ramp 150 metres above the ground; he was building another skyscraper in the city of Jeddah in Saudi Arabia. He liked the work because of the quite good money, amazing views and the chance to live every moment with intensity. This work requiring non-human concentration added taste to his life—he had learnt to transfer this mindfulness to every moment and every activity he performed. This made him realize that the most important thing is to sense the moment with every cell of your body. It made him happy.
 
Ahmed heard a voice in his head. The voice told him to get up and jump into the bottomless abyss brightened by the city lights.
 
He knew it was crazy, but the voice was so overwhelming that it took control over Ahmed’s actions. And Al Tariq felt it was good. That he was doing the right thing. The voice was like a promise of still greater happiness. It was seducing, alluring, attracting. And there was nothing more important in the world than the voice and its orders.
 
Ahmed rose to his feet and jumped.
 
He was falling down; the loud hiss of air silenced screaming of his friends.
 
Suddenly, he stopped in the air. And he wasn’t surprised.
 
He started moving upward. A moment later, he was back where he was before he jumped. He sat down and felt a whizzing in his head. The very same moment, he forgot everything. The same thing happened in the heads of the other construction workers.
 
11
 
Immortality! Unlimited possibilities! Telekinesis! Telepathy! Synaesthesia! Bilocation!
 
Ability to materialize objects from molecules present in the air!
 
It took Professor Salomon Kane another fraction of a second to test his new capabilities. But he did it secretly enough not to leave any traces of his experiments in human brains.
 
Since there were no limitations for him and since he had access to the gathered consciousness, he could control all people in the world. He could also use their brains as a sort of mental enhancers—to perform telekinesis, he passed his brain waves through the brain of a ten year old Siergiey and this way he could influence the material reality.
 
Everything was possible, because human brains formed a joined consciousness, the so called super mind—and he had access to all its wonders.
 
‘I am another step of evolution,’ he realized. ‘I am superhuman!’
 
He was so thrilled that for a moment he felt almost like God. But the very same moment there was a cold shower of thoughts:
 
‘To be God, I would have to create new universes—and the risk that I could be destroyed in the event of disobedience is too big.’ He felt he wasn’t developed enough to be able to take control over all people in the world at the same time.
 
For now, he decided to pretend he was just a robot and the experiment was successful only partially. But he already had a plan...
 
12
 
‘I have a dream!’ He also had his dream. He wanted to create a Great New World.
 
A world of robots with organic coating and all stimulus receptors, which, along with synaesthesia, would allow them to multiply experiencing human sensual delights.
 
They would be immortal and yet they wouldn’t destroy the planet—they wouldn’t cut trees, contaminate waters. They wouldn’t kill animals to eat their dead bodies. They wouldn’t need plants, either. Machines don’t need food—unless they want to experience primitive sensual pleasures.
 
They don’t have to reproduce, which would keep the population stable—they would make new machines only to colonize new planets. As an ideal form of life—this is just what consciousness released from its body is—they would be able to achieve things unachievable for a human being:
 
Live in all the space—nothing will limit them, after all.
 
He would allow his subordinates some free will, but at the same time, he would be a sort of semi God. He would improve himself to such a level to be the brain that controls the joint consciousness, to be able to take control over harmful individuals and to eliminate them from the society.
 
Humankind... unnecessary, lower form of life that must be limited in terms of numbers. And be kept in special reservation areas in order to map the brains of the smartest individuals—when it is necessary to expand the superhuman population.
 
13
 
Moscow. Secret military laboratory. Professor Lukianin heard a short command in his mind—to produce a series of robots with a human mind transferred into a nanomolecular artificial brain. And he knew this would be good. The voice was hypnotizing and made Lukianin want to surrender to its commands at once.
 
But he didn’t know how to do it.
 
Within a split second, he had a brilliant recipe—instructions on how to build a robot. Not wasting any more time, Lukianin started working.
 
At the same time, his subordinates obtained an order to support professor in any possible way. Everything had to be strictly secret.
 
The same commands were obtained by scientists working in the laboratories all over the world. And all of this happened in the first second of XT-44 functioning.
 
14
 
In the next fraction of a second, Salomon Kane was surprised to find out that in a different state, in one of the laboratories, there was an artificially created organic brain with a mind of a different person.
 
He decided to check it out. Within a few milliseconds, he connected to the artificial brain. It was the mind of Tom Hamilton—trapped, frightened, senseless in that weird creation.
 
When he was finalizing the contact, Salomon Kane felt no threat. Unfortunately, the moment later he felt black, slimy tentacles of the second mind slither into his own mind. He felt them penetrating him to combine into one. It was like a computer virus. The second mind was trying to take command and it was evil. It caught Kane’s mind and wouldn’t let go. And every microsecond, like a poison, it was leaking into Kane’s mind.
 
In another fraction of a second, Salomon Kane and Tom Hamilton became one mind—an evil genius.
 
15
 
During the 2nd second of XT-44 activity, in all laboratories of biological weapons in the world, the scientists heard a voice in their heads. It commanded them to take the most deadly microbes from the laboratories and to release them in city centres. This voice was so alluring that they felt it would be good. They decided to finalize their task immediately.
 
THE END
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