Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 51 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE ENVIED hundred as the ultimate prob- able limit. It did not matter that the ordinary body had to be discarded : the wretched inadequate body with its aches and pains and imper- fections. The first robot carriers had been clumsy, but the brains which had been mounted in them soon took possession and adapted the robot facilities. Within a few years a greater flexibility had been achieved. A great scientist died. His brain was carefully removed, revived by the action of focussed cosmic rays in con- junction with the original Murchison apparatus, and in- serted in the open head of the robot that had been designed for its reception. In a matter of months the scientist was at work again, with new powers. The mechanical body never grew tired; the fingers were more flexible and less prone to damage than those fingers which had so recently been cremated; the mind was sharper and more deliberate. The scientist’s mind grappled 1S with the problems of its new body, made suggestions for modifications, and _ offered more and more scope to those people who came after—those people who died in their turn and, in their turn, came to inhabit the continually im- proving cases which were being manufactured for them. With the prospect of so many years ahead, doctors and philosophers and scien- tists felt that they could expand. Time was unlimited. Their own thought processes were somehow quickened now that they were freed from the encumbrance of bone, flesh and blood, and re- search developed rapidly. Not only were the robot carriers perfected, but cures for human ailments were devised by the newly-liberated brains. The span of human life was extended; and when at last . the end came, the brain was removed and, after two brief hours in the Murchison re- generation apparatus, settled into its new home. The life of the mind went on. comiclooks.corn