brain transplant


By Diomedes | Robert O'Reilly | 23 Jan 2024



We never told the rest of our group about Sarah’s aberration and her three week separation from us. It was easy because they never asked. We told them the details of our itinerary and the rather dull findings as if we’d all been together the whole time. The only interesting part, the near-deadly encounter with Elizabeth, we framed in such a general way that it seemed to have happened to the six of us, the same with our newly discovered abilities to manipulate the droids. These were the two important lessons everyone needed to hear. It was knowledge, and knowledge empowers.

Every time I took leave of my colony, a sabbatical so to speak, upon my return my mind would automatically fall into a reassessment of everything, like a reboot in a computer. I looked around me and saw that there was little we could do in bettering the state of our little realm. Everything was running smoothly, our agrarian village, everyone content with their lot in this little plot, our community slowly increasing with births, painfully slow, a snails pace given our population of less than fifty.

But that was our status, our fate and nothing I could do, except venture out into the wilds again to find and bring back other humans, would change that. This was on my mind, along with the fact the that I needed to rest up before the next excursion and also to digest and understand the data from the last, that we now had a deadly enemy in Dora, with who knows how many robots under her control, and who knows where, each one with instructions to shoot any human on sight.

Like most of us, I also had the ever so human ability to put such major problems on the back burner of my mind and frivol away most days in pure distractions. Ted was the same and after we returned. He spent most days just sitting in his lab even though he had no work in progress, no scientific quest to untangle. I’d join him most mornings, often Sarah and Hanah too showing up before lunch and we’d sit with a coffee as leisurely as if we were in a cafeteria while he tightened some screw on a microscope while we bantered civilities and shared stray thoughts.

Rarely did a serious conversation occur, but one such did happen when I brought up my wild dream of giving Dora a human brain and positioning it at the forefront of all her reasoning. I was surprised when Ted perked up to such a whim. He must have been doting on it for weeks, so concise was his response:

“You know, the brain cavity is much the same size with the exact same requirements as a female’s womb. So the little heart and lungs and veins and nutrient ports we built for Juliet could easily be reconfigured and attached to support a human brain. We could empty that space, transfer her CPU to her neck and reroute all sensory input through it, for its interpretations, emotional and vagary, before hers. The band we’ve constructed for our own heads would span the link. It might just make her human.”

This idea almost floored me, Sarah as well.

“Ted, that’s a brilliant solution to what I thought was an impossible dream. But what is impossible, how could we ever convince Dora, our arch-rival, to agree to such an experiment?”

“Let’s try it out on the only robot we have, Juliet. My one impossible question is: who’s willing to give up their brain for the experiment?”


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B.A. in Latin and Greek from U.C. Berkley. Writer, Blogger and retired Electrician.

Robert O'Reilly
Robert O'Reilly

I am educated in the Western Classical Tradition, B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in Latin and Greek, English major, one year at U. of Toronto, studied under Alain Renoir and Northrop Frye, read most classics full time for many years after university in French, English, Latin and Greek to the modern day. I am interested in the near future of technology, what changes it imposes upon our heritage and character as humans. Short stories and Essays are my medium.

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