reply posted on 31-7-2012 @ 09:09 PM by Luminaught
Reply to post by Deemo Diablo;
Ah, the panacea, that which removes clouds which detract from the enjoyment of this most perfect day.
A lover scorned would be a lover free of self doubt and guilt.
The abused child might remember a wonderful childhood as an "adjusted" adult, not bearing scars mentally, nor physically, the mind free to meet
each new day with fully reasonable expectations of success in life, not driven by multi player mind games which seek to find silence, in drink, drugs,
and eventual self destruction.
But what price will you pay to be as innocent as a babe in it's mother's arms?
Will there even be a you left, or shall a slogan repeating automaton be placed in your stead?
Will the remainder even be able to rise to the task of interaction with those closest, or is an entire life re-imagined, since memory triggers from
familiar faces, places, odors, tastes, and even lighting could be a constant echo of the thought..."where have I been, what have I done, who am I
And is the price simply too high, in a world where dedication and cold hard memory hint at the delightful chance, no matter how remote, that you just
might make those bastards pay, are you happier than when you don't recognize your enemies?
Could a human even live like that?
Not one who has well earned enemies, not long.
Might I suggest an older movie, easily available online.
That movie would be Jacob's Ladder.
The masterful screenplay brings you face to face with an uncomfortably pre-ingrained meme.
Most burnouts were destined to spend a life tethered to "handlers", inside the network were Neuropsychiatrists, Psychologists, Psychotherapists and
Some people did indeed become involved in work which required no memory of the event being in living memory.
Assignments were delivered in a fractional, compartmentalised network, only those in the mission development phase would know enough to be a problem,
and they never are.
The operator himself would not as a rule undergo the manipulations of the brain butchers, if a mission were sensitive enough even skilled operators
tended to be wiped, not the mind, the identity, yes, that troublesome personality, that which at some point makes most people begin to speak of what
must never be spoken of, much less trouble to make a successfull outing a final affair.
Remember, even quarrelsome Directors sometimes find retirement not to be as expected.
Have a pleasant evening.