Don’t remember what the ocean is? Do you know someone who feels like they have amnesia? Are you wondering what your name is? Chances are you or the person you know has had their memory corrupted, either through natural causes or technical ones. It is a terrifying ordeal that leaves you bewildered and confused, and can place unnecessary stress on you and your loved ones.
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The hellish passage was tinted in black and red, seemingly bleeding me towards the swallowing doorway at its end, the glowing, pulsating mouth of some near death experience. I walked through it, silence; my eyes squinted from the harsh glare of fluorescent tubing, everything so uniformly white that angles did not exist.
What hits you at first is the smell. It was like a morgue, clinically clean, yet not even the strongest detergent seemed to remove the smell of decay and death lingering in the background. My eyes were naturally drawn towards the centre of the room where its only feature lay: a hospital gurney, surrounded by plastic pouches of food solution and bodily waste.
And there lay the withering Randal Perkins, dying.
Luis von Ahn, one of the directors of the Transhumanist Collective and considered by many to be the father of the human computation movement, is currently in hospital in a critical but stable condition following the attack by a member of the ‘Freedom Club’. Doctors remain optimistic about Prof. von Ahn’s recovery and progress but still warn that it is too early to know the full extent of the injuries sustained.
Random inaccessible memory they call it. Eventually you were numb from the uncertainty, knowing less and less about your past, about yourself. All we knew then, though, was that something didn’t feel right. Something you couldn’t quite keep in your sights, like trying to keep a bead on a target moving just too quickly. People started to be … different, strange. Jones used to sit on his bunk, staring blankly at the same sepia-toned digiframe, the images of a pretty blonde cycling one by one in perpetual cycle. He’d done it every day since we started the programme together, staring intently before the transfers began. A look of confusion spread and grew deeper like some cancerous root as the weeks withered past. Eventually, he looked up at me, a thin needle-like tear cutting down his haunted face, and he asked, “Is this my wife?”
Me? I couldn’t remember, either.
The late Richard Dawkins once suggested that we would eventually look at social problems like crime as being the result of bad genes, and we would learn to fix them, just as we fix a faulty part in a computer or some other machine.
As you know, this technique was eventually developed, perfected and first used by my client, the Corrections Corporation of America, in conjunction with Wackenhut. Initially developed to help deal with terrorists held at detention facilities such as those at Guantanamo, Diego Garcia, and Afghanistan, and later to help rehabilitate American Muslims held in detention centers, the success ratio in rehabilitating these men, women and children back into society led to widespread usage through the CCA’s prison network.