MindGamers

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Get up.

My Lord.

Monsignor Mosca,

this is a most

unexpected pleasure.

I was told tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Time is subject to our will.

Rome grows impatient.

We know not what you do,

only what you cost.

There are rumors of your work.

There are always rumors.

Monsignor Mosca, we have

discussed this before.

This must be clear.

That the more we

understand about science,

the more we understand

that the borders

between physics

and faith are blurred.

Membrane thin, at best.

Let us get to the point.

Yes, let us get to the point.

Religion is dead.

I have said it.

You know it, I know it.

The faithful have fled.

But with this work here,

I can bring them back.

What cost is too high to return

the flock to the field, hmm?

Through science.

Indeed.

You must know,

I've seen the records

at the orphanage.

Open this door.

Allow me to explain.

They are essential to my work.

My reputation...

Reputation?

A man of science who

turned into a man of God

when it suited him

to have his research funded.

Monsignor, you cannot

possibly begin

to understand what you

are about to witness.

Oh, really?

And what exactly will I witness?

A quantum connection

with the human mind.

Show him.

Dear God.

It's true.

The future of faith is here.

The future of mankind

itself is in her.

This is your work?

This abomination!

I must ask you not to interfere.

Consciousness.

What is the physics

of consciousness?

What are the origins

of consciousness?

What are the limits

of human potential?

What had not been done

before was actually one human

sending information

to another human's brain.

The technology exists right now.

We can record from one brain...

With brain implants already

installed in a lot of people,

there's a cochlear

implant, so...

Steve thought

that he would allow

my brain to connect

with his brain.

He created the first brain-to-brain

direct communication...

A new kind of connectivity,

a new kind of interplay. Me to my

computer, my computer to you...

it's said that the EES

integrates with the skin,

and suddenly everybody is

chipped, everybody is monitored,

everybody is Mosca

anywhere on Earth.

That the mark of the beast

technology is just about here.

The computer is going to take

over the activities of the brain.

It's very, very serious.

Desperately serious.

I see a bright future,

a new genus of humanity.

Smarter, faster,

marvelously Mosca.

In your own time.

And straight to

the camera, please.

Dylan Harvey. Applying

for audio biometrics

with a specialty in

spatial unification.

Agnes Day, 821.

Cognitive psychology.

Maddie Romero, 117.

Cybernetic ethics

and philosophy.

Rollo Fipps, 993.

Neuroengineering.

Jaxon Freeman, 909.

Applied quantum biology.

Technology offers us

evolution without end.

ENR.

Emotional Neural Reader.

Ludwig van Beatbox, that's

what I call my processor.

See, you don't, uh,

program Ludwig.

He, uh...

He feels you.

He frame grabs your mind.

Music made by my tears only.

This connects me to what?

The faculty

surveillance network.

And it's a condition of

entry that we wear one?

Everyone, at all times.

For your own security.

Huh.

Do you believe in

organized religion?

There is no life after death.

Because there is no death,

just a doorway.

The ENR, this whole idea came

to me on a suicide Tuesday.

So there you go, people.

That's a positive drug story.

Perhaps a person

that inspired you?

Uh, yeah.

I'd say there was.

The Dalai Lama meeting

Anton Zeilinger.

Two hands embracing,

locked together.

Sir Henry Head.

And he is?

A Victorian neurologist.

He wanted to know

how the brain perceives pain.

So, one by one, he cut the

nerve fibers of his own body.

To get somewhere, sometimes

you gotta go too far.

Help me.

Help me.

Help me.

The late Agnes Day.

AH personnel

report to your supervisor.

I totally flunked

my superposition test.

You're early.

The assessments

weren't set till midday.

Time is subject to

our will, Mr. Freeman.

Team leader.

You choose

curious collaborators.

For example, Mr. Fipps.

I call this process MoSkA,

Motor Skills Assimilation.

There's no one better.

I implanted a single MoSkA into

the brain of the control rat.

Then, over a series of months,

I taught it

a complex motor skill,

like negotiating a maze or

completing an obstacle course.

I then connected it via hub computer

to an untrained decoder rat.

The decoder rat

downloaded the skills

and instantly performed

the same task.

From mice to men.

That's my plan.

Scale it up to a human level.

A basic error,

Mr. Fipps.

Yes, I know.

No computer's bloody big enough,

but given time,

we are bound to...

And what have we here?

A mass organic network.

Their connected brains

can handle more data

than every computer

on the campus.

And the brains trust

that you call your team?

No, I'm working

on this idea alone.

But with Mr. Fipps' rats.

The rats belong to everyone.

Unlike this moment's glory.

Indeed, Mr. Freeman,

trust just to yourself.

The mind is all that matters.

And yours, dear boy,

is undamaged.

Your body's still strong.

Just the nerves are severed.

And who needs wires?

What merits Mr. Harvey?

Emotional mapping.

He's fast.

Flawless.

My man.

Deviants and devouts.

In your eyes.

We need a team project.

No. We can help you

get your body back.

Miss Romero seems hell-bent

on making the world believe,

in what?

We want proof.

And I believe

quantum mechanics

can provide it.

The double-slit experiment

proved by observing a particle,

we change reality.

Meaning, all matter is

nothing but vibration

until it collides

with human consciousness.

I'm sorry, you've lost me.

My mind only exists because another

consciousness is observing me,

and another observing that.

Infinite numbers of observers.

Or, there's just one

overarching consciousness

observing everything.

No.

No, I'm not finished yet!

I've given two

possible explanations.

Science dictates the most

simple is likely to be correct.

The multiverse theory demands an

infinite number of observers.

My explanation

requires only one.

So,

which would you say

was the more elegant?

This ardent advocacy of the single

observer theory is what, Miss Romero?

A valiant stab at proving God?

You used the word "God," not me.

And Miss Agnes Day.

What of her?

Agnes, she can't be categorized.

A woman stands on a rooftop,

leans forward.

Will she fall? Will she

live or will she die?

I propose that she will live.

She must live.

Always.

So we have no choice

but to continuously exist,

somewhere.

She leans,

looks down.

Two possible outcomes.

One, she falls,

cracks like a bloody egg

on the concrete below.

But what then happens

to the second outcome?

She pulls back, survives.

That outcome must continue

to play out somewhere

because nothing, once brought

into reality by a thought,

can ever be destroyed.

So if we choose to collapse one

reality, to bring it down,

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