ALiCE
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A strange man approached me today with an interesting new idea. He introduced himself
as the head of some technological corporation, and claimed to have received the okay
from my superior to approach and question me. The inquiry at hand? Would I be willing
to submit my daughter to the interrogation of science? Certainly, I was confused at first,
and horrified at the idea of donating my daughter (or any patient, for that matter) to
science, but the more I spoke with this strange man, the more I actually came to trust him.
The technology is quite new, he explained. His corporation was the only company to
even know of the science, and had been given express permission by the nation itself to
experiment until the process was perfected. The scientists had searched high and low for
the person who would be the most fitting candidate for their experimentation, and their
research had led them to a small young girl named ALiCE.
She would be hooked up to a machine, and the technology would allow us to see what
ALiCE sees, hear what ALiCE hears... experience what ALiCE experiences. For the first
time ever, we would be able to enter her mind and see exactly what it is that makes this
poor girl tick (or not tick, I suppose). Frightened as I was by the prospect of being a part
of some untested theories, I was eager to see exactly what the project would achieve.
Would I finally be able to see my daughter, hear her voice, see what my blood, sweat, and
tears had formulated?
I knew within a second of hesitation.
I had to try.
ALiCE had to be heard.
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-6-
A strange man approached me today with an interesting new idea. He introduced himself
as the head of some technological corporation, and claimed to have received the okay
from my superior to approach and question me. The inquiry at hand? Would I be willing
to submit my daughter to the interrogation of science? Certainly, I was confused at first,
and horrified at the idea of donating my daughter (or any patient, for that matter) to
science, but the more I spoke with this strange man, the more I actually came to trust him.
The technology is quite new, he explained. His corporation was the only company to
even know of the science, and had been given express permission by the nation itself to
experiment until the process was perfected. The scientists had searched high and low for
the person who would be the most fitting candidate for their experimentation, and their
research had led them to a small young girl named ALiCE.
She would be hooked up to a machine, and the technology would allow us to see what
ALiCE sees, hear what ALiCE hears... experience what ALiCE experiences. For the first
time ever, we would be able to enter her mind and see exactly what it is that makes this
poor girl tick (or not tick, I suppose). Frightened as I was by the prospect of being a part
of some untested theories, I was eager to see exactly what the project would achieve.
Would I finally be able to see my daughter, hear her voice, see what my blood, sweat, and
tears had formulated?
I knew within a second of hesitation.
I had to try.
ALiCE had to be heard.
***