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An unpublished mini story by John Lucas. My friend Eric believes that the human race will soon flee the physical world. Our bodies may still age and die, as those of our ancestors did, but our minds will live on, translated by the gods of science and technology into immortal software constructs, dancing in the weightlessness of cyberspace. Once, in the bar of our local pub, I asked him whether these disembodied minds would be able to marry, or have children, but he chose to regard my question as frivolous. "When they created electronic money, they didn’t reproduce the jangle of coins in your pocket. Only the essence of things will be preserved. Individual minds, freed from all constraints." I would have asked him more, but he was beyond speech by then, drifting in the warm haze of extreme intoxication, enjoying a brief respite from the loneliness of his solitary life. |
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