AT A GUESS, I FIGURE THUS PRETTY MUCH MEANS IT’S ALL OVER...
First the story, (in the chaos of concluding Conflagration The Novel, I have forgotten if someone sent this or if I found it at random.)

LONDON — Sony has patented an idea for transmitting data directly into the brain, with the goal of enabling a person to see movies and play video games in which they smell, taste and perhaps even feel things, New Scientist reports. The patent — based only on a theory, not on any invention — marks the first step towards a "real-life Matrix," the British science weekly says.
In the sci-fi film of that name, cyber-reality is projected into the brains of people via an electrode feed at the back of their necks. In Sony's patent, the technique would be entirely non-invasive. It would not use brain implants or other surgery to manipulate the brain. The patent has few details, describing only a device that would fire pulses of ultrasound at the head to modify the firing patterns of neurons in targeted parts of the brain. The aim, it says, is to create "sensory experiences" ranging from moving images to tastes and sounds. New Scientist said the inventor is based at a Sony office in San Diego, California. Sony Electronics spokeswoman Elizabeth Boukis said the work was a "prophetic invention" and no experiments at all had been done on it.
"It was based on an inspiration that this may someday be the direction that technology will take us," she told New Scientist. Independent experts said they did not dismiss the idea out of hand, although they also cautioned about the proposed method's long-term safety. So far, the only non-invasive way for manipulating the brain is crude. A technique called transcranial magnetic stimulation uses magnetic fields to induce currents in brain tissue, thus stimulating brain cells.
But magnetic fields cannot be finely focused on small groups of brain cells, whereas ultrasound pulses could be.

Could we be looking at an artificially induced Rapture, maybe?

The idea of total sensory entertainment has, of course, abounded in science fiction, and how
Sony gets to patent a theory without an invention seems dubious, but what can you do? I even threw up a short novel called The Feelies, first publish in 1977, and then revised in the late eighties. The basic idea was that you climb into this coffin/CAT scan bit of hardware and be the Marquis de Sade, Erwin Rommel, Caligula, James Bond, or Elvis. The idiot rich signed up for "duration of lifespan" contracts. The dirty secret, know only to the fascist corporate brass and an alcoholic janitor, was that they were fed on cheap nutrients and allowed to deteriorate and die after a few months. Darwinism reasserted. This being a product of punk neo-nihilism, the janitor did absolutely nothing about what he knew.

(I really do have to organize the republication of some of my back fiction catalogue. Any input to
byron4d@msn.com)

The secret word is Enfeebled

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