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On a soft couch bathed in the rays of the morning sun, slightly leaning on his elbow, Professor James Crenson tried to distract himself from everything that had happened to him by reading his own monograph, published just a year ago. The words on the cover stood out in bold black letters: “Cognitive Processes and the Nature of Consciousness: New Frontiers.”
Each word on the page reminded him of the past—of days when he was respected by his colleagues, when he lectured in packed auditoriums, and no faculty meeting was complete without his authoritative conclusions. His lips tightened unconsciously as his gaze fell on a line he himself had written: “Human identity is inseparably linked to bodily perception. But what happens when the body changes completely? Does self-awareness shift? Can we claim that human nature and one’s sense of being the same person endure? According to my theory, in which I am absolutely convinced, identity remains unchanged, as the awareness of ‘self’ exists beyond the physical shell. The body is merely a tool perceived by the mind but does not define its essence.”
James slammed the page shut and irritably tossed the book aside. Such outbursts of temper were unlike him, yet now it seemed to have become part of his personality.
— What utter nonsense! — he burst out. But the thin, almost flirtatious tone of his voice sounded so absurd in this fit of anger that James froze instantly. He...