Climbing to the cliff

Carmen Regber looked at the woman directly to her eyes, and bit her lower lip.
-Well... there are rumors, but the technology is not available to the public. Sleeptech is the closest we have, but the brain activity of your husband is too weak to detect anything.

The woman, her eyes red but a determinate expression, asked Regber almost without a pleading tone
- Is he dead? Is his brain dead?
- No- Regber paused, feeling awful for being an actor at this moment- But only just. He is in a deep coma. The rumors have given rise to people working on this-
- Is there a way to go into his brain?
-it is more complicated than that... but there is an experimental group that is using the Communion platform
- But that is for children and perverts! it is not a tool for medicine!
-What you say is true- Said Regber - and this is not really safe. Forget I ever mentioned it.
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Three days later the woman came back to Regber, and she explained how it was possible. The brains were connected binary and an adaptation had been made to use neurotransmitters and generate responses from others.
-In a way they will instruct your husband's brain to do what is necessary to come out of the coma. Or that is what they say at least. Believe me it is not a safe thing. His brain has sustained enough damage.
-We will do it- said the woman.

They always did. Choose right, and they always said yes. Regber felt horrible. But she was not harming anyone. These were scientists that were working to help other people, and the money she was receiving was helping more people. It was only helping everyone. What could go wrong?

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Project Lazarus had enough test subjects, and they already had enough success rates to make it public. Nathaniel Thame, the director of the group, was about to derive some money from their investors in advertizing, and afterwards donating the knowledge of the process to the UN, or other entity that could distribute it for free. Or at the lowest price possible. they were in for a Nobel. It had all come so obviously as he played in those sci-fi servers. Neurotransmitters. Decoding, understanding and sinthesizing or stimulating their production.
They would need some people that would probably die. but some people were unplugged for no better reason than saving money to their families. No real problem there, when you looked coolly.
The name "Lazarus" was Dean's idea. It was bigger than they were, but it was good advertizing. Two weeks from now, he decided. Then he would show this to the world. It was almost perfected; he would get more funding, and everything would be better. And this could only be the beggining.

Thame went out of the shelter.
-Don't move!- Said a soldier holding a gun. There were many other cars arriving at his place. Everything will be alright. What we are doing is perfectly legal.