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Doc's Complex 11 - Adam And Susan's Identity Transfer, Part 1
by Lee Most
Copyright 2012 by Lee Most
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Synopsis:
Chapter 11 of the FMNaNoWriMo challenge novel "Doc's Complex" begins the
story of Doc's first experiment in swapping the minds of two people. Part
1 describes the experiment, and Part 2 will describe the results.
Categories and key words describe only this chapter. I'm concentrating on
writing now, so I won't edit mistakes or respond to any reviews until
December.
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Introduction
"Lilyan," asked Berrry as they were strolling, "You seem to know a lot
about the history of the Complex. How did Doc get to be so powerful? He's
just a man, isn't he?"
"No. Doc has not been 'just a man' for a very long time. In fact the
whole Complex was created as a way to keep him sane after he stopped
being human. You see, he has a thousand brains. You see when two brains
are connected, they--" She stopped and said, "No, to understand that, I
need to tell you about his experiments with human brains, and the best
way to tell about that would be to tell you about the first one. Are you
ready for a kind of long story?"
Berrry had felt an attraction to her since he had first seen her, back
when his name was "Chuck," and he had seen the naked beauty get off a
Changing Machine table. He said, "Beautiful, I could listen to you tell
me stories all day. You have a lovely voice."
"I do?" She looked at the way he looked at her and blushing, smiled, "Oh!
Well, the first experiment was in the early 1800s in Boston,
Massachusetts. I'd love to tell it the way it was told to me, in my
grandmother's flowery style. She was a great storyteller and could
imitate the long-winded Gothic way they talked back then, but I'm afraid
my skills don't go in that direction. So the story starts with a young
couple..."
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Chapter 11 - Adam And Susan's Identity Transfer, Part 1
Adam Hawkins and his wife, Susan, had a problem. They both loved each
other greatly, but each constantly got on the other's nerves. They came
from widely disparate backgrounds: she from a family whose wealthy farm
helped provide the sustenance for the people of the large city, and he a
Harvard-educated lad from a family who had moved from city to city
because the father was an ambassador to foreign nations, or so he was
told.
Susan had learned all the chores and duties a girl growing up in those
unliberated times must know to be considered a prospective wife and
mother: sewing, cooking, staying pretty, shopping, cleaning clothes,
making soap, managing the servant, handyman, and gardener, hiring other
help when needed, and other housekeeping chores. She scoffed at the big-
city women who stayed single, and she helped spread rumors about their
"indecency" with men. A woman's place, she had been raised to believe,
was in the home. She sometimes had dreams about becoming wealthy -
perhaps marrying a Southern gentleman who had many Negro slaves around to
do her housework, or perhaps disguising herself as a man so she could
travel the world over - but she knew they were only dreams. She had her
feet firmly planted on the ground.
Don't get me wrong, though. Without having had formal schooling, she was
still very intelligent, and able to dominate her City Man. She'd boss him
and push him to get ahead, so she could have a new dress or at least the
material to sew one. She wanted status. She wanted other women to look up
to her. She wanted men to respect her intelligence and wit. Yet women
only saw her as another woman like themselves, and men seemed only to
notice her pretty face, shiny long dark hair, and slim and supple figure.
The more that men ignored what she felt were her best attributes for her
most superficial ones, the more she envied the respect, the independence,
the freedom and power that men could have. She wanted, sometimes, to be a
man!
Adam, on the other hand, had been brought up in New York City,
Philadelphia, Boston, and Washington, D.C. He was sent to Cambridge to go
to Harvard. His mother had explained his father's long absences by saying
he was one of the diplomats the new country was sending out to the
European countries to arrange alliances, trade agreements, and other
international affairs. When he was in Harvard, though, he learned who was
who in the government and his father's name was conspicuously absent from
any of the lists. He investigated further and found out his father was a
courier, little more than a messenger between the new capital and the
REAL ambassadors who talked with KINGS. His father gone most of the time,
he was raised by his mother and the old family's maids, and witnessed
time and again the servants all deferring important decisions to his
mother. So he was prepared for his life with Susan by being raised in an
environment where women always were to be respected and obeyed.
Intellectually knowing that he lived in a patriarchal country ruled by
men, his life was dominated by women who looked up to his mother as a
matriarch. Susan's personality was even more dominant than his mother's,
so for him obeying her dictates was not so much a matter of letting her
take control as it was of switching allegiances from one matriarch to
another.
His family, of course, only saw him marrying a pretty farm girl, and
disowned him immediately. Susan kept insisting that he constantly push
himself to improve his position at the accounting firm where he rapidly
rose to be General Manager, which was where he no doubt would have stayed
if Susan had not introduced him to Doc. Adam thought he had done quite
well, and had figured out a budget that would slowly but surely buy his
way into the firm. In ten years, he would have been a one-third partner
with an income big enough to support both his new bride and a family.
She surprised him when he showed her his figures. "Ten years? I can't
wait that long! I'll be an old woman in ten years!" She used her anger
when he showed her pages of figures to hide the fact that she could not
add his long lists of numbers or read the words he'd neatly put next to
each item explaining what the number represented. She was illiterate.
One day, Susan tittered over some gossip about a man who wanted
volunteers for his experiments on living brains. He would even pay a
handsome sum. She and her friends laughed, "Who would be reckless enough
to let someone tamper with their brains?"
She thought it so funny that she even told her husband about it when he
got home.
Adam, instead of laughing, said nothing, as if thinking seriously about
it.
"Mr. Raskins and Mr. Heathworth were killed last night by highwaymen, and
I spent the day arbitrating the breakup of the company by the two
families fighting over who would get what as their share of the
inheritances. There is no more company, and I am afraid that in the
middle of this depression I no longer have a job. With all the other
accountants looking for work, most of whom have many more years of
experience than I do, it may be a year or two before I'll again be able
to work. How much is this doctor paying?"
Susan made him go look for work, but all the banks, stores, factories,
and even the farmers outside the city had enough hands for once. After
the second week of borrowing food and money from friends and neighbors,
the young couple went to see Doc, who had his laboratory in an old
textile mill on a stream outside.
A large waterwheel outside powered what must be a hundred ceiling fans,
and there were spinning shafts running between each aisle that separated
all kinds of large, complicate-looking machines, none of which were in
use.
Doc paid all their debts and showed him the successful results of his
previous experiments. All the mice, dogs, pigs, and monkeys upon which he
had previously experimented looked healthy and happy. His remarkably
pretty laboratory assistants assured them that despite his misshapen
appearance, "Doc is a true genius. Never has even a mouse seemed to
suffer or show any ill effects other than confusion after one of his
experiments."
He was a small man with a horribly disfigured face, made uglier by his
apparent dislike and disdain for anyone except his beautiful assistants,
who in turn seemed even lovelier by contrast.
One, the pretty young servant named Elizabeth, had the job it seemed of
making sure that the good doctor was not disturbed from his work by
distracting questions. Elizabeth kept them informed of each of the steps
of preparation, constantly praising her master as she did so. She
excitedly explained that Doc had become such an expert on the way that
brains worked that he had even revived the brains of deceased animals,
and used them as controlling devices for his machinery. She showed them
how the shaft of a water wheel from outside powered a set of pulleys to
turn the ceiling fans in his laboratory, and then how he had connect the
control box to another box in which a mouse's brain was kept alive and
how the mouse's muscles that used to control its body were now attached
to valves and gear boxes. The mouse responded to the temperature in the
room to speed up or slow down the fans. "See how some of those valves
adjust the flow of nutrients to its own little brain? I only need to fill
this cup with a strained soup broth every morning, and the little mouse
will control all the fans all day and night."
She explained that Doc used the brains of larger animals for more
complicated jobs, and there were even a pair of monkey brains in each of
the two tables Adam and Susan would lie on during the experiment.
Doc had impatiently refused to explain his experiment other than to say
that if he succeeded "your soul, sir, will reside in the body of your
wife, and hers in yours. I would like to start immediately, and there is
a line of prospective subjects waiting if you do not choose to
participate." When asked about the experiment's possible dangers and
likelihood of success he cut them off in mid question. "When it succeeds,
you will know instantly upon awakening, and if it fails, then nothing
will have changed when you open your eyes. Your insistent wife has
already gotten me to agree to pay off your debts and then pay you enough
to feed your family for three years. I admit that I would be very
interested to see her mind in the body of a Harvard-educated man, and to
see how you will fare in the body of an uneducated farm girl. Do you wish
to continue, or should I ask the next couple?"
Adam thought it would be uncomfortable to live in a different body, but
he was sure that he could adapt to the situation. Susan, on the other
hand, was very enthusiastic and excited at the idea. She could finally
live her dream of living as a man, with all the power and status denied
her by fate's choice of her sex.
Adam was the first to be prepared. One of Doc's assistants gave Adam a
large glass of a cloudy liquid to drink, and he was soon asleep. The
assistants arranged him face down on the padded table, his face in an
opening at one end, and they clamped his head firmly in place so it could
not move. They did not shave his head, as Sue thought they would, but cut
through his skin right to the bone and peeled back the living tissue to
expose the bone of Adam's skull. Then they used very precise measurement
tools to draw lines on his skull with pens fine as a human hair.
Sue looked on in amazement as five metal rods arose out of holes in the
end of Adam's table on either side of his head. The rods bent in multiple
places, and with an awful buzzing sound, drills on their ends began
whirring. Moving of their own accord, the drills positioned themselves
over five of the intersections of the lines drawn at the base of Adam's
skull and each drilled a hole smaller than the diameter of the tiniest
petit point sewing needle in her sewing kit.
Elizabeth explained proudly, "The arms are controlled by one of the
monkey brains I told you about. Each mechanical arm is attached to the
muscles that used to control the monkey's limbs, including its tail. The
nearsighted eyes of infant moles mounted on the ends of the drills allow
the monkey brain to see where it is drilling. Do you see how methodically
they work? It is like a clockwork dance! Now the other monkey brain will
begin inserting the electrodes."
Another set of arms came to life, and as the thin drill was removed from
each hold to start drilling a hole at the adjacent intersection, one of
the second set of arms inserted a long, thin electrode into it, then
moved to pluck another electrode from a box at the side of the table. The
"electrodes" were thin gold needles six-inches long wrapped with waxed
thread and attached to an even thinner wire. Elizabeth explained that the
wax prevented contact anywhere except with the exact part of the brain
where lived the thoughts or memories to be extracted. The holes were so
small that the tiny drop of blood that escaped was enough to seal the
needles in place when the blood coagulated
The process went very quickly. The holes were so tiny that it took less
than a second to position a drill, bore through the bone, extract the
drill, and then move to the next position, and there were five drills all
going at once. The power to move the arms and drills came from a gearbox
on the floor, and Elizabeth confirmed that it, too, was connected to the
shaft from the waterwheel outside the old mill.
Susan's attention was diverted by a frantic shout from Doc.
"It must not dry out! Spray the blood solution! Where is that girl?"
Susan saw another pretty girl, who had been standing out of the way of
all the activity at the side of the room, immediately run forward holding
a large cylinder with a tiny garden hose nozzle on the end. Susan saw her
pump air into the cylinder and then turn the nozzle to spray a red mist
onto the whole dance of clockwork arms and exposed skull and Adam's
peeled-back scalp.
Doc observed the symphony of mechanical movement with the interest of a
piano tuner's apprentice learning how to do what his master was teaching
him. The mechanical arms came to the last of the rows of markings and
after a few seconds searching for more intersections to drill, the all
retracted back down into the table.
Then Doc impatiently shooed the girl with the sprayer out of his way, and
carefully wrapped a large hood over the wires and the exposed bone of
Adam's skull and then fitted eyelets around the edges to small studs
around the edges of the table. He told another assistant to close the
hood around the cable, which she did by threading an ordinary bootlace
through eyelets on either side of a slit and lacing it up until only the
cable protruded from the hood.
Oh, I forgot to tell you about the cable. The wires from the electrodes
combined into a thick cable that snaked out of the hood and fed into a
box on a stand between the operating tables. The box had many small
toggles on it and one large thick, leather-wrapped iron lever handle. Two
similar cables extended from the box. One cable led, as Susan expected,
to the other table. The other cable went into to a large metal box on a
much smaller table between the one where Adam lay and the other where she
was to be operated upon.
"What's in there?" Susan pointed at the box. She was nothing if not
curious.
"This?" Doc said, proudly opening the lid, "This is my spare brain!"
Almost entirely hidden by a porcupine-like forest of needles the brain
sat in the box surrounded by red tubes that pulsed sickeningly as they
fed it new blood and took away old blood to be recharged with nutrients
and oxygen in a different box beneath the table.
"The spare brain is completely vacant," he said. "Whatever soul or
thoughts it once had went where those things go when people die. It has
not a single thought in it, and when I throw this switch, it will begin
to absorb every thought and personality trait of your husband. It will
become, for all practical purposes, a second copy." He threw the switch
and Susan looked at Adam and then the box, expecting something to happen.
"It has begun. See how this feather leans towards the empty brain? It
shows which way the majority of thoughts are flowing. There is no way to
control which way thoughts will flow through the cables, and as the spare
brain fills with your husband's mind, more and more of his thoughts will
flow through the cable the other way and the feather will become more and
more vertical. My assistant, Abigail, here will keep an eye on the
feather and mark the time when the feather stands straight up on this
slowly moving wheel. When the feather is perfectly straight up and down,
then we will know that we have reached the point where an equal number of
thoughts are flowing in each direction. That means that we have
transferred half of his mind into the spare brain."
"Half?" Susan broke in. "Don't you mean all?"
"Do not jump to conclusions my dear lady. When you pour a full container
of milk into an empty one until you have the same amount in both
containers, have you poured all of the milk, or only half?"
Susan had never thought about it, but she found that she knew the answer.
"Half. Oh! I see. When both brains are thinking the same number of
thoughts, it is as if only half of his mind was poured from Adam's brain
into the other." She frowned, "but how will you pour the rest of his
mind?"
"Do not make the mistake of assuming that an analogy tells the whole
story. Thoughts do not flow like water or milk. Each brain is alive and
constantly reviewing who it is and what it knows, and those thoughts will
also flow through the wires to the same parts of the other brain. I am
fairly certain that double the amount of time from start until the
feather becomes vertical will be enough time for both brains to be
identical, but we are not in a rush, so we will double that time before
assuming we can take the next step. I estimate that it will take about
twenty minutes for the feather to indicate the halfway mark, so let us go
have some lunch. There will be nothing to see for at least an hour."
But, Susan noticed, something had already happened. She could see Adam's
face in a mirror mounted below the hole in the table, and although he was
still unconscious, he was smiling.
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"You should not eat very much before the operation," Doc told her, "but I
do want to get to know you while you are in this body."
"What about Adam? You did not get to know him before you started
experimenting on him," she protested.
"Him! A man with no ambition, and no intellect other than what he was
taught? I could not care less what happens to his mind after it is
transferred into the body of an uneducated farm girl like you. He will be
as entertaining as watching a village idiot attempting to tie his shoes,
but you, my dear! Your brilliant mind inhabiting a brain with all his
education, now that will be an interesting combination, I assure you!"
She was not sure whether to be insulted by Doc's dismissal of her
husband's mental abilities and her own lack of formal education, or
complimented by his admiration of her mind and intrigued by his interest
in her future in Adam's body. She thought for a moment about how hard it
was to thrust her husband forward despite his lack of ambition, and
decided to be complimented and intrigued.
After lunch, the doctor had Susan drink the same concoction that had put
Adam to sleep, and she lay down on the other operating table. In moments
she was asleep.
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While the others and the robotic arms prepared Susan's brain for the
transfer, Doc pushed the large lever up to disconnect the cables
connecting Adam's two brains.
He now had to empty the brain in his body without killing it or the body.
Now was the time when he would find out if all of his research into the
brains of other species held true for the brains of humans. He wanted to
completely erase Adam's thoughts from the more developed areas of his
brain, while keeping intact the parts of his brain that did things like
breathing, keeping his heart beating and so on, and that remembered the
habits and skills he had learned so well that he did not need to
consciously think about them to do them.
Adjusting the levers on the control box, he again pulled the large lever
and Adam's thoughts were soon rushing through a fourth cable that went
through the floor and ended in the sluice that fed the waterwheel. The
quickly running water produced an effect on the ends of wires left
hanging free in it that traveled through the wires and worked to
counteract the organized thoughts streaming through from the electrodes
connected to the thinking areas of his brain. Coherent thoughts flowed
out of Adam's brain, and in flowed only random pulses of static
electricity to replace them.
[Lilyan broke off her story as Berrry laughed, "So along with all his
other achievements, Doc also invented brainwashing!"]
Doc left the lever thrown while he supervised the preparation of Susan,
which was similar to what had been done to Adam.
When she was ready, he pushed the lever to sever the connection, flipped
some of the toggles, and pulled the lever to start letting her thoughts
flow from her brain into the now-empty brain in Adam's body.
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To Be Continued!
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Author's note:
Part 2 will describe the results of the experiment. I can tell you that
Doc is correct about Susan's bright future in Adam's body, but sometimes
the story of a winner is not nearly as interesting as the story of the
one who had all he worked for in life taken away. Doc stated that he was
not interested in Adam's fate, but I think we should consider in detail
what happens after Adam awakens in a woman's body.
Since this takes place before the Age of Steam really got started, this
science-fiction story can't really be called "SteamPunk," but we could
consider it "WaterwheelPunk!"
Comments welcome, but I won't be answering any until after NaNoWriMo is
over.
I'm writing this novel as part of the 2012 NaNoWriMo challenge to write a
novel of at least 50,000 words between November 1st and 30th. I intend to
post a chapter a day during November. (For more info about National Novel
Writing Month, see www.NaNoWriMo.org.)
By the way, if you like to write and can't resist improving this story
with extra characters or new adventures or situations for the existing
characters, go ahead! The Complex has over 500 Levels, is populated by
millions of beautiful, buxom, sexy, intelligent women (and a few thousand
men,) more than half of whom are scientists. If there's a science fiction
or feminist plot clich?, you can find it there somewhere! You have my
permission to post your version on FictionMania. To avoid confusion, add
a letter to the chapter #, like "Doc's Complex 11a," and make up a new
title. Who knows? If enough people do it, FictionMania may add a new
category!
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