perfidy

In another development in the emerging science of hooking brains up to machinery, scientists at the Washington University of St. Louis have wired a spas up to Space Invaders. While this experiment is of little practical value, researchers soon expect to be able to hook paraplegics up to Asteroids, and - if all goes well, they hope that one day normal people may be able to play Tempest with nothing more than a twitch of grey matter.

Naturally, fantasists and dreamers hailed this development as a prelude to the imminent arrival of bionic limbs, and the revival of the Six Million Dollar Man on the big screen. One may hope that this will be the outcome, though of course the Ministry fears that these scientists are skirting along the precipice of species treason. Today, sure, it's a human. But what happens when it's disembodied rat brains hooked up to something like, say, this:

Well, as you're running for cover in the smoking ruins of your town, well then you won't think those researchers were all that cool after all.

[wik] The article, strangely, did not list the kid's score.

[alsø wik] Even more strangely, the author of the article felt that it was necessary to describe how the game Space Invaders works. Isn't Space Invaders more or less part of the collective cultural Weltanschauung, and thus not in need of explication?