The Terminal Man [antikvár]

Author's IntroductionReaders who find the subject matter of this book shocking or frightening should not delude themselves by also thinking it is something quite new. The physical study of the brain has been proceeding for more than a century; the technology of behavior modification has been developing for more than fifty years. For decades, it was there for anyone to see, discuss, support, or oppose.Nor has there been any lack of publicity. Research in neurobiology is spectacular enough to appear regularly in the Sunday supplements. But the public has never really taken it seriously. There has been so much ominous talk and so much frivolous speculation for so many years that the public now regards "mind control" as a problem removed to the distant future : it might eventually happen, but not soon, and not in a way that would affect anyone now alive.Scientists engaged in this research have sought public discussion. James V. McConnell of the University of Michigan told his students some years ago, "Look, we can do these things. We can control behavior. Now, who's going to decide what's to be done? If you don't get busy and tell me how I'm supposed to do it, I'll make up my own mind for you. And then it's too late."ixThey came down to the emergency ward at noon and sat on the bench just behind the swinging doors that led in from the ambulance parking slot. Ellis was nervous, preoccupied, distant. Morris was relaxed, eating a candy bar and crumpling the wrapper into the pocket of his white jacket.From where they sat, they could look at the sunlight outside, falling across the big sign that said emergency ward and the smaller sign that said no parking ambulances only. In the distance they heard sirens.'Is that him?" Morris asked.Ellis checked his watch. 'T doubt it. It's too early."They sat on the bench and listened to the sirens come closer. Ellis removed his glasses and wiped them with his tie. One of the emergency ward nurses, a girl Morris did not know by name, came over and said brightly, "Is this the welcoming committee?"Ellis squinted at her. Morris said, "We'll be taking him straight through. Do you have his chart down here?"The nurse said, 'Tes, I think so. Doctor," and walked off looking irritated.3