Ooo, hit me again Agent Smith
You know, if I were one of Morpheus’ freedom fighters for Zion, I’d spend a *lot* of time researching electronic ways to block the ‘pain’ and ‘damage’ signals the Matrix wanted to send to my meat body.
Imagine if you hacked the connection ever so slightly to redirect the pain signals so they’d send a tiny jolt to the pleasure center of your brain instead. Agents could shoot you all day and it would just make you giggly. Your Matrix body might end up looking like The Crow, but that might be turned to your advantage; and you can always get another the next time you jack in.
All I can think of after reading this is that bit from Muppet Treasure Island:
“Oh, this is no good; he likes it! Let’s torture the rat instead!”
Pain and pleasure are quite close in the brain. You can die from overdosing on pleasure, I’m not sure it’s ever been demonstrated on humans (Nazi’s if anyone would have done it I suppose), but it’s been done on animals.
Ya… but if I got to pick my own death… that would have to be high on my list!
‘Hmmm slow painful knife wound…. overdose of pleasure… I’ll think I’ll have to take whats behind door number 2!’
That would be the single most addictive thing in or out of the net.
More holes in ya means you’re less easy to hit!