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Psychosis was a detrimental mental virus in ancient societies.  Often, people who suffered this ungainly affliction were sent to facilities where they would be treated.  The success rate of mental reform varied, but was always very low.  Early treatments included a barbaric practice called "electro-shock therapy", from a time when the ancients knew nothing about how the brain functioned.  Psychotic patients would be fitted with diodes, and then dosed with large voltages of electricity, in hopes that somehow the electricity would magically " shock the crazy out of people." - Taken from the Welcome Lobby of the Official reForm Outernet world Satori Plesk was a reForm user from the Asiatic islands.  Her perfectly working mind was reformed by her Connector since childhood.  She was of average height, straight black hair and green eyes. Her neural editing log showed early signs of mental disorder, and her Connector worked almost non-stop from the age of two up until

He could not run.  His legs were literally locked.  As a child, he was told this type of control with The Connector was illegal.  Beads of sweat rolled down his brow as testament to his tremendous physical effort to move, which yielded no result.  Slowly, two men appeared out of a side alley and approached him.  Without saying a word, one of them placed himself behind him, while the other was positioned in front.  As the two men began to walk, his legs suddenly unlocked and walked him in a single-file line with them, back into the alley. Rodrigo Suarez was 22.  He was a social activist involved in many human rights protests held in what was now modern day Madrid.  How could they have known?  Rodrigo had spent an unfathomable amount of points of every type to insure that his location and thoughts remained private.  Being anonymous was costly.  He couldn't change the fact that The Connector was part of his brain and nervous system.  He was, after all, born with it.  He had tried hi

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir. Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear -Led Zeppelin: Ancient Texts and Media, Classification - Music and Poetry It was amazing how much data the button pushers actually created in the relatively short time they were around.  Even with only 8 billion people on earth, these ancient humans were able to amass a lot of disparate data in the form of various media including text and video by the laborious and tedious act of pressing buttons Mike always was amazed at the statistics around ancient Internet and he was a very avid reader of the historic texts.  They didn't even have Connectors or exabyte, let alone, zettaby

Start , said the voice. He was enveloped in darkness.  He was nothing.  He then heard the voice say rock .  Immediately a craggy grey-brown rock appeared before him.  The voice then said "water" and a sphere of transparent, pulsating water splashed and played in the space before him next to the rock.  Then the rock grew to cover all he could see until the horizon.  He was as a mite floating above it's surface.  The water sphere, which was now slightly larger than him, began to pour itself out onto the uneven surface of the rock below.  The water flowed endlessly from the sphere and quickly the water began to eat into the surface of the rock.  He floated down to observe the effect. River , said the voice. The water began to flow even harder and faster and the sphere grew larger to hasten the effect the river had on the rock.  The water spread and broke chunks of rock into the river, that now flowed rapidly, further down the face of the rock.  He became smaller and the ch

Dot walked along the abandoned beach.  The sand was a deep black and the waters were calm and Caribbean blue.  The small waves lapped the shore and reached her feet every once and awhile.  She had been here for what seemed to be days.  Her pet lagged behind her, stopping every once and awhile to investigate some movement in the palm trees and then running to catch up. Listening to... She noticed a man walking toward her in the distance.  She knew immediately that it was her roommate.  She had been ignoring him.  He wore a charcoal grey pin-stripe suit and pin-on tie and sunglasses that were thin and stylized just like him. It was hardly attire for the beach, though he was barefoot. She was deeply annoyed with him being there and he knew it.  It seemed that he had gone to the extreme of actually coming to get her himself, even though he knew the dangers. A giant squid's arm arose from the deep waters, it was longer than a freighter dock.  It latched on to his leg.  He did

With the sheer power of his connected mind, he could create societies out of thin air with a following larger than any media organization from ages past and all the while never moving a muscle.  He could consort with great minds both living and deceased and defy the limits of mere organic thinking.  He was the Hybrid Man.  He could come and go, walking freely among new, very real worlds of thought and concept.  His existence was not limited to the physical world alone, but expanded and unbound, allowing him free dominion over the cyber utopia that was the Outernet.  He never doubted, was never puzzled or left impotent, he never even once asked a single question consciously.  He was a superhuman; a super-intelligence.  His thoughts were actions and his results were always instantaneous. The primitive humans he never knew were said to use only 10 - 20% of their brains, but his cerebral usage was not even on the same scale as these long dead barbarians.  His world knew no war, his 218 b