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Details of A chip for the emotions

Well yes... From today it seems that it is possible also to try, thanks to an implanted microchip sottopelle, the emotions tried from other persons.

The Professor Kevin Warwick of is enough sure much to make from guinea-pig, with to its moglie, for the first experiment of this kind in the history of science. They will make l`amore, then he will be connected to a computer in order to live again the emotions tried from its moglie.

The marchingegno it works therefore: the microchip receives the impulses electrical workers from the brain (emotions and thoughts are simply this: substances chemistries and electricity to low voltage) and transmit them via radio, exactly, to a computer, than it records them and it can therefore ritrasmetter them to other persons.

Simple, not? We are by now of forehead to a goal that, I do not hide it, has always fascinated me. We are all locked up in our bodies, in our thoughts, apparently isolates to you from the external world. Creed that who loves indeed has dreammed at least once in the life to make that that professor the Warwich will try between some day. Creed that l`intensità of the own emotions grows in esponenziale way, if it is succeeded to stir them with those of the partner.

Finally it will be possible to pull down the barrier of the fisicità and the sweethearts will be able living idillio an overflow of corresponsione.

With to the joy in order having caught up this goal they rise, but, of the perplexities, some di.le which, perhaps, motivated from the sparsity of the information di.le which can decide.

It comes to ask itself, in the first place, as the brain of "the receiving" person will be able to perceive the recorded emotions and if the possibility that exists these reach falsate triggering unexpected reactions.

Going more in depth doubts rise on the legittimità of an instrument that of fact pulls down the barriers of the privacy, element of our in any case conceivable life by now bistrattato from the society in which "we survive". We are sure that, as usual, this true and own arm will not come used in order to control to us? We see some hypothesis: if pits geloso of my woman, I could force it to implant the fatidical microchip with a small one I blackmail that it could play with these words: "if he loves to me, he will not have sure nothing to hide, and I will be able to love you more after to have tried your emotions.

Well, of fact I would easy have a complete control on the actions of my woman, being able to render account me if, as an example, the corna put me or it only wishes to make it.

Mistaken E`, then, to speak about "cilicio to the silicon"? And which new inner conflicts I would go to create, with this imposition, in a woman who sure will have already several problems to nell`affrontare the life in this society? But it does not end here. How many creeds that will put to us in order to perfect this instrument so as to to transmit "in direct"? How many creeds that will put to us in order to even create a cervellone that you record, all`insaputa than all, the emotions of whichever person who has the chip implanted? And how many creeds that will put to us in order to record, beyond to the emotions, also our thoughts? The technology today will not be stopped sure of forehead to "quisquilie and to pinzillacchere" of this kind; it will be enough at the same time to program the chip so that it transmits to the "husband" or to the "moglie", and to a sure satellite, anonymous person in the buio of the space.

To this point the game will be made: they will know what we think, they will know what we wish even if same we will not be aware; the publicity will not serve nearly more, so will be guessed makes us to imbambolare in front of the tv. And "independent" the so-called thinkers, those that really constitute l`unico danger for a system that is truly always assuming more the orwelliane characteristics of the Great Brother, than fine will make?

Indeed, seriously, it is a great beautiful step ahead!

Ah, un`altra what... We want to bet that all what I have written is already truth?