In _Eon_ by Greg Bear, everything that makes you you is constantly written
to a chip in your neck. If you meet with an accident, whoever's there digs
out your chip and, in due course, you reappear in a new body. Which can
pretty well be any shape you like.
On Fri, July 20, 2012 10:38, Max Richards wrote:
> the day may come when like pets with microchips implanted in their ears,
> the strayed human will merely need to be stranded and next of kin can be
> summoned to the pound.
>
> Hoping Bill and his wife off to Paris don't get disoriented.
> But these days I expect every citioyen speaks English as well as Woottons
> speak French…
>
>
> On 20/07/2012, at 5:48 PM, Patrick McManus wrote:
>
>
>> Gosh better get some dentures soon as possible
>> P
>>
>>
>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
>> Behalf Of Max Richards
>> Sent: 20 July 2012 00:53
>> To: [log in to unmask]
>> Subject: The lighter side of dementia
>>
>>
>> a moment ago, I emailed this to my old friend Alan, retired dentist and
>> health administrator and non-retired person of letters in NZ. Brian
>> Matthews (once a prof of englit) writes splendid columns for eureka
>> street online.
>>
>> On 20/07/2012, at 9:42 AM, Bill Wootton wrote:
>>
>>
>>> http://www.eurekastreet.com.au/article.aspx?aeid=32329
>>>
>>>
>>> The lighter side of dementia
>>>
>>>
>>> See above, Doug et al. A stage beyond a missing street name.
>>>
>>>
>>> Cheers,
>>> Bill
>>>
>
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Lawrence Upton
Visiting Fellow, Music Dept,
Goldsmiths, University of London
New Cross, London SE14 6NW
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