I watched an interesting movie this weekend, "Final Cut" with Robin Williams. Do not read further if you want to see this movie and don't like having details revealed in advance of your viewing!
Very interesting idea to have one's entire life recorded with an implanted device in the brain so that a "rememory" session can follow your death with audio/video footage recorded in the device. Those charged with splicing together the most salient (and least objectionable? most politically correct?) are known as "cutters". One key question in this movie is what happens when illegal activity is detected upon playing the recording. Apparently, this is up to the cutter's descretion which is usually dictated by the wishes of their survivors.
So, one in twenty people had their parents spend money to implant the device upon birth of their children. Wild idea, huh? Now this is the kind of science fiction I like because there are no gross or stupid and unbelievable beasts gorging on people's flesh!
Anyway, continuing with the plot, in funerals the life footage is replayed for those attending. Graveyards also feature these "rememories" which is set up to play on TVs for visitors. A "cutter" could effectively rewrite history if the person was of sufficient import, huh? Ah well, I am overanalyzing as usual. 'Nuff said!
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I've not seen the movie Final Cut - but reading the post in my mind I would have a difference between illegal and immoral.
ReplyDeleteOn the larger thing I would bet most of us want to be remembered after we are gone in some fashion anyway whether they wish to be remembered as good or bad.
The movie is now on my list of things to watch anyway.
My poor brother-in-law, a fine upstanding man, is in the hospital again after being hit on his motorcycle.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why it always seems the case that good people get the shaft and bad people get off with nothing.
I am so sad an worried. My family is so far away and I miss them terribly!
I suppose I don't care much about whether memorabilia of me survive--but I hope they remember me for my music, and maybe for a few of my writings. :)
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ReplyDeleteThere is a book called "The Measure of Our Days" written by a physician, Gerome Groopman
ReplyDeletewhich discussed patients at the end of their lives or with life-threatening illness. What was interesting was the measure of acceptance as being dependant partially on how well one thought they had lived up to the responsibilities of their lives and whether they had made a contribution to others and society. More reviews can be seen at http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/014026972X/ref=cm_cr_mts_prod_img
My sister does fear that her husband may die at this time from complications from the motorcycle accident. I do surely hope that is not the case, but complications keep putting him back in the hospital.
Something that helped me when my mother died about 9 years ago.
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And if I go,
while you're still here...
Know that I love on,
vibrating to a different measure
behind a thin veil
you cannot see through
You will not see me,
so you must have faith
I wait for the time when we
can soar together again,
both area of each other
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
...I will be there.
Colleen Corah Hitchcock