Did you read the opening post? How is he a fool? His condition is serious.I'm interested in seeing the fool that would be willing to have that procedure tested on him. At least this gives me something to look forward to in two years
Of course it is. Animals panic at unfamiliar things. But humans have a soul. Souls survive head transplants all the time.Wouldn't say I agree with understanding what's going on being that big of a factor in surviving, but that's neither here or there.
No personal statements, please. We talk on behalf of all people who aren't as clever as us.
The science presented in the "OP" (or first post, as I like to call it, because typing 7 extra letters doesn't kill my inner child) has every potential to be correct. Therefore head transplants are possible, and we should frolick gaily through the verdant fields of WhatIfia. Maybe get some roleplay ideas, think about cool future scenarios, reflect on whether we, ourselves, would favour a change of torso, or indeed a different variety of smug, dead-eyed grin.
But if you all want to murmur "bullshit" and shove your hands in your pockets and look down so that greasy hair can cover your pimples, and kick dejectedly at the dirt while refusing to play catch with your younger brother, that's cool too.
I shall stand on the porch and yell at you to come inside for Dream Dinner, and you shall huff and rattle your jean chains and say I just don't get it.
But the food will still be there, wafting the pleasant smells of unconditional fantasy.
And as we sit together, and little brother Tommy asks about those strange magazines he found under your bed, and questions why the women have been rendered to little more than non-threatening pansexual monochromatic binary code, I shall chuckle lightly with my smoking pipe and say...
"Enjoy your childhood, Tommy, and don't worry about that stuff."
And then Poncho, the family dog, will rush in and drop a morsel of Beauty on your lap, dampening slightly your Debate brand logo. So you'll stab the dog with your fork, and he'll run, yelping, into the yard.
But we all know he'll come back.
For Poncho is loyal.
And he loves you.
You are looking at this from a purely scientific standpoint, but the fact is, the odds of this person coming out of this surgery unscathed is very much astronomical. Electrical impulses from the brain are a large part of how we function. If this procedure is even successful there is a good chance that he would lose his personality, memories or even his overall sense of self. And of course their is the possibility that he will live out the remainder of his new life in excruciating pain. Sometimes, death is better.Did you read the opening post? How is he a fool? His condition is serious.
Seriously people, just google the name of the Italian surgeon and the Russian guy to check Asmo's sources.
You are looking at this from a purely scientific standpoint, but the fact is, the odds of this person coming out of this surgery unscathed is very much astronomical. Electrical impulses from the brain are a large part of how we function. If this procedure is even successful there is a good chance that he would lose his personality, memories or even his overall sense of self. And of course their is the possibility that he will live out the remainder of his new life in excruciating pain. Sometimes, death is better.
What? How am I "looking at this from a purely scientific standpoint"?You are looking at this from a purely scientific standpoint, but the fact is, the odds of this person coming out of this surgery unscathed is very much astronomical. Electrical impulses from the brain are a large part of how we function. If this procedure is even successful there is a good chance that he would lose his personality, memories or even his overall sense of self. And of course their is the possibility that he will live out the remainder of his new life in excruciating pain. Sometimes, death is better.