…then it’s fire and running and screaming
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NOTE: Sister Bomia’s Adventure Diary will be skipping this week, but will be back next Tuesday for the penultimate entry.
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Sasha Explains It All
The Second Time Around
Hi, folks! I’m back after a few months off. There has been a bunch of stuff going on with the family, mostly my son, Brownie. But since Daddy writes about all that on Facebook, I’m free to rant away on whatever I choose.
This time, I’m answering a good bit of reader questions on exactly how it’s possible to record somebody’s katra and put it in a new body, something I, and now my automated system, have done close to 100 times.
The first thing everyone wants to know about is how the hell you make a copy of somebody’s memories and “life force”, or as the religious humans call it, the soul.
First off, there is no such thing as a “soul”, at least in the religious sense. Your body, like it or not, is just another machine. A wonderful, exquisitely evolved machine, but still a machine. Yes, the brain controls it, more or less in concert with assorted microorganisms, but the body per se has no consciousness.
What makes up your katra/life force/soul is a mix of the primitive instincts your species (I have done all this with 9 species so far) has evolved over its time on earth, learned skills, and most importantly, memories.
But how do we record all this? How long does the recording of it take?
For best, most complete results, it can take your entire life. Barring that, it takes however long you have had the small transmitter in your brain and a recording/storage unit nearby. Here are two examples.
In an example of the lifelong method, let’s look at me. I’ve been recording my memories since I was a pup. I went back in time to shortly after my birth and put transmitters into the brains of my parents and siblings. From there on, everything we thought/felt/did was recorded and downloaded to the storage units assigned to each of us. To allow these units to be near us for our lives, they are able to take two forms, sparrows or mice. When not moving about, they just hide and stop moving. They can record from a distance of up to 2 miles.
And so, here I am at the ripe old age of 12 and much closer to death than birth, but there is a record of my life. Now, not every little repetitious detail gets saved. I mean, you eat one bowl of dog food, you’ve pretty much eaten them all. Same goes for every common thing from licking yourself to bowel movements. For humans, you can also add masturbation to that list.
All that common shit gets distilled down to one or two memories that just fill in gaps when needed. This does not include memorable instances of common events, like the first time you ate dog rice, or having a wank on a mountain top as you watch the sunrise.
And yes, this applies to sexual intercourse, too. Really, if you’ve had any sort of sex life, do you remember each ordinary fuck? No, you do not. So, yeah, very common instances of memories do not get saved. Also, very early memories get dumped, or heavily fogged. I can dimly recall nursing on my mother as a tiny pup, but tangible memories don’t start kicking in until I’m about 6 weeks old.
Now, my parents were alive before I was born, so that would mean they do not have any recorded memories of the time before that, right? Wrong. Those transmitters in their brains can also influence their dreams. So, every night after the days memories were transmitted, they would dream about their youths. Once a good overview was built, it was put into their katra.
My second example is one of the special cases in which it was better not to record a whole life of memories. Also, it was a rush job with a prototype recorder. That was what happened with my sister, Lucy.
Lucy’s early life, like, most of her first 6 years, was not good. She was poorly socialized and mistreated by a horrible woman who has spent the last 9 years living with severe agoraphobia in a very small apartment. So, sparing her those memories when I went to transfer her katra into a cyborg body was an act of kindness. Also, we had only a relatively short time to get as much recorded as we could, and I decided to skip time traveling, since Lucy had a pretty good memory. She was diagnosed with lymphoma in mid May of 2013, but I could not get the recorder up and running until mid June
Thus, we started recording in the last 2 weeks of June and continued right up to the day before she died in mid August. Unfortunately, the silicon brain I had bought to replace her meat brain was faulty, so it only accepted about 80% of her katra. That worked out okay, though, because when I upgraded her to a full robotic body a few months later, I was able to reload most of the missing stuff.
It’s probably at this point where I should say that instincts are hard coded into our DNA and skills can be learned very quickly via implanted dreams. That’s how I got most of my PhDs. Speed learning is mandatory in NHT schools, too.
But Sasha, I hear you saying, just how do you upload stuff into a newly cloned brain in a newly cloned body?
Simple, really. You just start playing the recorded katra back into that squeaky clean brain while the body is doing it’s last bit of growing before you pop it out of the tank. Of course, you may not want to put everything in. For example, you don’t include the memories of a long, wasting sickness or a sudden death. Or even of death at all. Lucy knew she had cancer, but she didn’t really remember much about it. When my beloved Buster comes out of the ice, he will not remember his illness (also cancer).
As to cloning, well, it’s fully automated and easy peasy. You just pop in some DNA, program how you want the clone to look, then hit go. At about the 8 month stage of gestation, you can choose to have the clone come out as a baby, or any other age you want. My and Buster’s next bodies will come out as 6 month old pups. Mom & Daddy, when their time comes, will be 18 years old. All of us will look substantially different the second time around.
I forgot to mention that all of part of a person’s katra can be suppressed until a certain age. In my case, I’ll wake up knowing a different name, and my base personality will be very similar to now. However, all memories of my first life, AND my obsession with science will be suppressed. I’m doing that so Buster and I can just live a normal life, raise some pups, and grow old together without everyone knowing I was once Dr. Sasha Jane Cross, AKA She Who Must Be Respected (up from “Feared” in my youth).
All of my deceased siblings have done this. Hell, Daisy & Max lived as humans for 76 years, and thanks to a well used neuralizer, didn’t remember their NHT pasts until about 3 years ago. Luke and Misty won’t remember theirs for another 60-70 years, easy. Silky & Roscoe remembered all of their past lives, but that was so they could do Great Deeds. Winker and Daisy Ann…well, Winker’s case deserves it’s own rant someday.
I hope this answers most of your questions on the subject, but feel free to ask me more questions on this or whatever via my Facebook page.
Until my next rant,
Sasha Jane Cross, MD, PhD.
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