Wednesday, November 13, 2019
I'm about to be turned into Peter 2.0. And when I say Peter 2.0', I mean a Cyborg'. And when I say Cyborg', I don't just mean any old cyborg, you understand, but by far the most advanced human cybernetic organism ever created in 13.8 billion years. I'm scheduled to become the world's very first full Cyborg. Almost everything about me is going to be irreversibly changed " body and brain. It goes without saying that all my physical interaction with the world will become robotic. And naturally, my existing five senses are going to be enhanced. But far more importantly, part of my brain, and all of my external persona, will soon be electronic " totally synthetic. From then on, I'll be part hardware / part wetware, part digital / part analogue. And it won't stop there; I've got more upgrades in progress than Microsoft. Mine isn't just a version change. It's a metamorphosis.
Maybe I've secretly always been a bit of a Rebel. Certainly, ever since being diagnosed in 2017, my approach to Motor Neurone Disease has had nothing to do with the classic, scared, victim-mentality view of MND.
In December 2017, just after being told that statistically I had two years to live, I conceived a program of research to push back the frontiers of applying cutting-edge Hi-Tech to MND. I published it on my website. I emailed my ideas to everyone I knew who could spell Technology. I was excited. I thought this was game-changing research. What's more, in the honourable tradition of scientists through the ages, I was more than happy to become a Human Guinea-Pig and donate my body for scientific research while I was still alive. To me, this was literally the experiment of a lifetime.
Fast Forward to 21st March 2019. In a huge white room in Derby were around fifty of the brightest brains in the world, representing megacorporations like Microsoft, Intel, Dell, DXC, and Accenture. Everyone was a bit of a rebel " this was the ultimate Rebel Alliance. And the revolutionary program of research everyone had just committed to deliver was exactly what I had dreamed of a year-and-a-half before. It was gobsmackingly unlikely " straight out of a Hollywood Sci-Fi blockbuster " but it was really happening.
And, sure enough, I found myself as the Guinea-Pig to be turned into the world's first complete cyborg (although, as Rolls-Royce were providing the room that day, they politely called me Chief Test Pilot instead).
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