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In a frankly ridiculous advancement, the memories you hold inside your brain can now be transposed to a digital image.
Memories, as the song (sort of) goes, can now be plucked from the corners of your mind. The evolution of those canvasses of blown-up photos that couples decide to paint the walls of their houses to remind lovelorn visitors of what they don’t have, has taken the next step. It seems that the advancement of technology has enabled one to immortalise those crazy things you think, sharing it for all the world to see. And judge.
Over at the University of Toronto, they ran a series of tests to that end, hooking subjects up to an EEG machine and shown a galaxy of images with faces. The image was then recreated digitally as it was perceived in the individual’s mind.
“When we see something, our brain creates a mental percept, which is essentially a mental impression of that thing,” said the creator of the technique, Dan Nemrodov via press release. “We were able to capture this percept using EEG to get a direct illustration of what’s happening in the brain during this process.”
So, all good, right? Well, regarding our general response to new technology beyond our understanding, no. Of course not. In fact, some are currently atop a chair teetering on their dining table, screaming in abject shock at the sight of mind-reading being a mere application away. Which, like all technology could be enabled for good or ill, but for the time being, let us focus on the positives.
To the end, it could be life-changing to many, especially those who are unable to speak or use sign language. It could offer them a way to communicate. It could also provide law enforcement with the ability to render a clear picture of what a witness remembers. Which, of course, means the day of the police sketch artist may be numbered. But that’s progress, innit?