Jacking minds and fragile psyches in Observer
There is a man in front of me, and he is in rough shape. He’s bleeding all over the place, slumped up against a wall. His apartment is kind of a dump but not “dying guy on the floor fits right in” levels of bad. Rather than call for help, I essentially sign his death certificate by jacking into his brain. “All I need is consent,” I say; he gurgles something that doesn’t sound like “yes” and I enter his mind....