Theory of The Brain part 1

My parent every 2 weeks used to take me to the local library down the street, and borrow books on the brain, how it functions, and most importantly, microchips, developing microchips for the augmentation of the brain. At least that's what I always heard the news talk about.

‘’A new technology is about to be developed’’

Well, with me being a sneaky, curious child, once I was able to sneak a book called The Theory of the Right Hemisphere between the rest of the books, the bright yellow title against the bright blue of the book made me take it. The first chapters book was on how they could be ways to how to say it enhance one’s empathy by using reverse invention therapy, by showing the individuals recording/video hours and hours of another person's life, and with the help of Drugs conditioning the emotion of the individual to match those the subject of the video was experiencing. If you ask me, it sounds like plain torture. No wonder there aren’t many of those experiments being made.

And I don’t need to say if I got discovered reading that my ‘’punishment would be… not pleasant.

The book was and is still frowned upon. In fact, when I found the book, it was put on the very back of the shelf with loads of dust covering the book. Well, as a child, I knew little about that. I just saw a pretty cover and thought, yeah, this can save me from the boredom of studying the theory of the brain for 8 to 10-year-olds.

After 3 hours of studying. I would hide the book under my shirt, sneak into my bedroom and spend the day reading the book ‘’ I borrowed ‘. ‘’ Borrowed’’ because I didn’t take it back to the library with the rest of the books; no one would have missed the book; I’m sure of it, probably the library staff didn’t even remember having had it. I bet they secretly hoped to lose it or that it got burned in a mysterious fire.

‘’Too nonsensical to be in a renovated library’’

‘’we accept any theory.’’ so we can’t do anything about it, at least that is how I interpret the sign.

20 years had passed since the book was written, and the things it contained were rudimentary and outdated, yet it still caught the attention of my 8-year-old brain. A moment that struck me in particular is when one night, I reached page 65, a documentation of an experiment they were able to get into the mind of a guinea pig. The team recorded signals in the anterior cortex of the brain and played similar recordings of a different subject life and recorded the result .at first read those lines I was unconvinced how could i never heard of such thing all people care is to augment the brain for things like improving cognition for humans so they can gain super intelligent or something and with that humans would have needed nothing much at least that what my parent and people around me told me. Back then, I found the book stupid, but my only source of entertainment.

To have studied all those books my parents gave me 3 hours a day each day wasn’t as useless as I thought it would have been; it made me able to study in the central university halls. And let me tell you, the university wasn’t as great as they promised, apart from the occasional arrogant students bragging about grades.

There were more serious accidents, such as students abusing their power and professors looking the other way, wasn’t as frequent in the first years.

One particular incident that really hit me happened to a student who was verbally attacked, called names, I won’t repeat… There were different rumours about what happened in particulal; raging from finger-burning forced isolation. I can confirm none of those is true. People in here have a vivid imagination. almost shameful that they don’t have much care. Because of the rise of such incidents i’ve been careful in showing my fascination for the right hemisphere.

And let's just say the professor and students took their role too seriously and burned the books in front of them, almost burning the students' fingers off and after all that closed the door in the room. Allegedly allowed the student to close themself in their rooms for days.

And let's just say nobody did anything about it because the people who did it were too influential. And let’s say from then I was really careful in showing my fascination for the right hemisphere.

My 4th year in university. The same microchip that was developing since I was a kid forced to read all the while walking and forth on the right corner of the board, he looked like a lunatic by gesticulating after each sentence he made. ‘’ the technologie is fantastic, one of a kind… As you all know, the first microchip was created in 2038, but now, after years and years,s the chip has developed, and one day, one of you could be the first person to try likening 2.0

He kept rumbling on the one, and finally, the professor pointed at the board with the remote. And the board turned black.

‘’Now, let’s talk about apprenticeships since this is what you're all interested in finding work…you will be able to work closely with the greatest minds, the team of the linkeling…

Of course, that caught my attention as it did with all the classes. No matter where you looked, you could see a glimpse of contentment in their stone's cold, unblinking expression.

As the outstanding student that I was, I enrolled on the job not with much content. At least I knew my parents would somehow be proud that I got the apprenticeship, and if they were not, they would let me know by calling me every single day, complaining about ‘’my grave mistake’’ For not trying to get into links that seal up the microchips, and could get an on-site demonstration on how the microchip worked, instead of listening to hours and hours of boring lectures just telling me about it. I found the job boring, oh well, at least I was getting paid to do something that I hated, not much, but paid.

And now I was able to afford a small apartment. The apartment has 2 rooms, a kitchen, and a living room. I sleep in the living room, no need to pay extra money for a bedroom, too lucky me.

After hours of turning and turning in my bed, not being able to sleep like the other days, and this is why I decided to pass some time writing in this journal and bad news, I have to go to work tomorrow, and guess where, at the shiz factory. I got a permanent place if you wanted to know.

At the end, I give up, get out of bed, and walk to my drawer, pulling the handle. In the drawer, I kept a couple of damaged microchips I ‘’borrowed’’ from the job. They have many anyway, they mass produce them now, they won’t notice well, hope jail is not such a dangerous place.

Why did I steal them, you may ask? to tweak 'em. And for what? You may ask, as some kind of retribution, to whom? I guess, to the world.

I try to tweak them to see if they can perform some kind of stimulation in the ‘’right hemisphere of the brain’’ just like the book says, and saying that, it still kind of sounds stupid to me, but at least I try and trying never hurt right? I also considered trying the ‘’rudiment’’ technology I read about as a child, maybe it’s not actually as rudimentary as I thought. Anyway, it's just to satisfy my curiosity, because I have nothing better to do. But  who can I experiment  on? Experiment? Doesn’t sound ethical. But who cares, it's just a curiosity…