safeguarded in the foreground, his life and his welfare will be protected. - Intervened Omaha.
Ubi realizing that he had gained what he wanted most, which was to remain caring for Hugh, he was silent and said goodbye to everyone.
Soon that, Ubi leaves the room, he exhales deeply and closes his eyes, his whole body language changes showing the weariness. There were nights and nights without sleep, he had worked too hard and there was concern intermittent, and intense longing for his former life with Dora and Hugh. These hesitations lasted only a moment, because there was cameras on him, he realized this and then remade himself, he starts walking as hard as his typical expression, until left the hospital. He went straight to his house.
“... walk through the halls, embarrassed, looking away, squeezing me, crestfallen, I take care of me, without realizing, I am always on the defensive, ghosts, you know, everywhere, on my side, at your side, not see them, they see us, see us always, this is a situation of unimaginable terror. I was almost crying and I remembered but I hid my emotions again, I ran away to my home, and I was terrified. I locked the door, at this time, I almost... expose feelings in the hallway, I was naked and I stared at the TV...”
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Ubi was indeed calm when he arrived at home. Not that he was resting, because he had programmed his house in a way that all screens, in all compartments, were showing uninterruptedly information about Hugh, in an unbroken connection with the hospital. He sits in a chair and was looking at those images that only doctors understand. Those images of the screens have become blurred, because Ubi's eyes are moist. Those images were Hugh at screens. But Hugh must be something more than that. Ubi was a deep longing in his chest, something that has no image.
“... Human had been X-ray scanned. Human had been spectrograph scanned. Human had been ultrasound scanned. Human had been dissected. Human had been anesthetized. Go cry in the corner, revealed entity. All have been exposed. It is the most intense form of nudity. It must reveal the intrinsic obscenities. It's different to look at yourself now, right? Rethought philosophy forged by technology. We’re beings of glass now, aren’t we? And it all started as a photograph. Human! What are you even trying to hide that can’t be revealed? Human! Just opens your chest and let me see...”
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Ubi was watching. Any deviation in those images and he would know. He was sitting in his chair and looking at those images. He seems like a snail, there, alone in his house. It is utterly false. Also, Hugh seems a patient in a hospital bed, completely alone. It is utterly false too. This is the future, only appearances of falsehoods intensifying themselves. Hugh was being monitored by more than a hundred doctors around the world via the Internet, and that number is growing all the time. Two of these were medical specialists and were in direct contact with Ubi. If those two want to contact Ubi, he would be informed immediately and open a channel of communication between them. Ubi had given his personal authorization for this type of communication for those two who he had picked after the operation. Other doctors could only see the situation of Hugh, but were blocked by Ubi for contacts. This was not exactly a situation that many people like it, because everyone have become so used to having unrestricted freedom of information and especially opinion, so whenever any communication suffer any limitation was considered a lack. No more secrets. And finally, there is the artificial intelligence that also took care of Hugh, several software alarms were authorized by Ubi to monitor Hugh.
“... often the difference is only cultural. It is not explained in-depth analysis. Between "process" and "think" there is only a cultural difference, nothing more ...”
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“... What is it, artificial intelligence? How can we rely so heavily on something that is just energy running through power circuits? It is a mere programming. Since the direction of our vehicles to space exploration, and even now our own health care delivered to these artificial beings. They say they can do better than us humans. But they could fail. I don’t think there’s any machine in the world that isn’t subject to failure...”
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“... just when I was napping, beep! I jumped up, damn alarm! I searched all and nothing. I turned off the thing. I returned the sofa and when I closed my eyes, beep! Damn! I went there I searched and searched and searched again, nothing, windows, doors, all closed. I turned off the damn thing again, I went back to couch and, I just sprawled myself and guess what, beep! I had patience yet, so I went and searched for some damn insect that could be shooting the thing. Nothing. I was furious and then I broke the whole thing. And I slept like a rock. My wife arrived and noticed what I had done, so she ran to the bedroom of our child, and found that she still was asleep, and then told me furious that she had set the thing to keep me from falling asleep...”
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Even so, Ubi couldn't sleep soundly, there isn't a deep sleep, and he had to rely on sleeping pills.
Also during this night, members of the Hugh's Committee would be awake for a long time. A filtering software had selected all the images from all cameras from the hospital where Hugh or Ubi appeared. Everything was there in memories, images that were transformed into symbols stored in materials from physics and chemistry, those images could be processed, and turned back into light, moving images, to go through human eyes to brain to return to symbols and again could be saved. Images of facts that no longer existed could be resurrected any time for eternity.
“... Isn't another dimension? Imagine for a moment, all the images stored on all over the places, all forming a parallel universe. Multiverse in which ...”
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Sophie has a cup of coffee in hand, she is standing still, and the cup stands midway to her mouth. It looks like a statue in the middle of her hotel room. She makes a face of pain, because she's looking at a scene on the big screen, where Hugh is removed from the stretcher to the prep table, he has the body horribly mutilated. Blood, bones, meat, everything on live on screen, in all color, with a resolution so intense as it looks like she can touch, and the sound is also wonderful, so Sophie must shiver before those images, as if she is might be there. At the bottom of the big screen, the image shows the other members of the Hugh's Committee, with the exception of the monk Kublisheski everyone else have their frowns and expressions of nausea.
Of course, all these images are being broadcast for everyone. Almost a million people are watching, almost imperceptibly, but among these is Olviedo Martel, doctor, 62 years old, he is unmoved by those bloody scenes, he isn't impressed by them. Martel was highlighted by Moniah to be the medical consultant. Personally he does not agree with the Hugh's Committee, because have no doctor in it, but now this is the way of life, if transparency is desired in a committee, it must contain a minimum of experts, and always must contain ordinary people, civilians. Funny are the military commissions and governmental commissions, run entirely by civilians. It is full democracy, at least in appearance. It's actually more a propaganda ploy, to highlight an appearance, because everything already goes to the Internet, where experts can give their own interpretation.
After two days spent to see all the important images on the case Hugh, finally was obtained a good summary of what really matters. This summary is available as a file (for those who want to access, the file is AIC2112).
At this precise time, an yellow E-Journal, with more than ten million subscribers, send a message to all subscribers, title: "Medical Ubi Changing Heads." Millions and millions of humans turn to the subject of Hugh's Committee, the newspaper named it like "CHUG", also used the nickname for the Ubirajara, and these names will be recognized worldwide.
“... the ratings of CHUG, reaches unbelievable 33.32 on the Internet, which is extremely high. This shows clearly that, although tech
nological advances, the human is still eager for sensationalism, running every moment to see who slipped off the ladder ...”
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“... Of course this is a simplistic explanation for the phenomenon on that large audience. In fact since the twentieth century that the world is waiting for some scientist who will create a monster. From the twenty-first century, was formed a phobic world against the genetic, like it would produced a monster. What really slow down and delays the development of genetic. Well, anyway, as one Nobel laureate scientist of genetics said when he was asked about this phobia: "We could not create a monster, unless it was possible in the natural order of things." Logic aside, that's why people expect now a monster. Would Hugh be a monster? ...”
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“... CHUG... will be interesting today in the afternoon, do not miss ...”
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“... CHUG is in almost all E-Journals. There are a lot of addresses to visit and each of them with its commentator with more or less prestige. Nero wouldn't believe