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Jul. 17th, 2018 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)

Meet the players of Grace’s Last Reward (AO3)
↳ Day 8 ✩ Naomi // Lotus
“So you heard about Seven’s amnesia?” Lotus, still typing at top speed, called to him. She wasn’t looking over, but she seemed to be expecting a response. Balthazar quietly crossed the room to join her.
“Yeah, behind Door 5,” he said. “You believe him?”
“Sure, why not,” Lotus shrugged. “I just happened to be thinking about it and this wireless monitor.”
“…together, you mean?” Balthazar had no idea what she meant. Lotus laughed softly.
“Don’t take this too seriously, I’m just trying to kill time,” she began, “but consider the idea of the human brain as a monitor, like this one, rather than a computer. You follow?”
“…possibly.”
“All right, well, imagine a researcher with no concept of a wireless network were to examine this monitor, say, asking it to calculate 1 + 1. Who’s actually doing the calculating?”
“The main computer, somewhere else.”
“Precisely, but our researcher doesn’t know that. So they start tinkering with it, poking the screen: ‘Ah yes, pressing it here causes the colours to change. And when I cut this cord, no results appear. Clearly, this machine is doing the calculations!’”
“So, theoretically…” Balthazar leaned on the table as he thought, “that’s us and our brains.”
“Sure, just theoretically,” Lotus went on. “A researcher examining parts of the brain would think to themself, ‘Stimulating this neuron cluster causes this person to see colours. And when I cut this part out, that function ceases. Clearly, human thought occurs in the human brain!’”
Lotus smirked, and shrugged. “We can’t imagine our thought processes might actually occur somewhere else, in some other ‘main body’, leaving the brain as just an output device. If you think about it, it could explain a thing like Seven’s amnesia. Maybe he hasn’t really ‘forgotten’ anything, his brain is just having trouble connecting to its source.”
“But is that main body individual, or universal?” Balthazar wondered. “It must be unique to each person, or we’d all have the same thought processes. …Unless there are networks of individuals, like an office.”
“I thought I told you not to take it seriously,” Lotus’ answer was a little surprising regardless. “I was only killing time; but now I’m done.”
“Done?”
Lotus nodded and raised one arm high above her head. With a small flourish, she brought her finger down onto the Enter key.
The program ran in seconds, spilling more text across the screen until, suddenly, it all disappeared, leaving only a single word.
“Accepted”