Cryonics.Fiction and reality
Francisco Cesar
Pinheiro Rodrigues
Translator: Marianna Fernandes Perna
As an author, I feel injusticed. Which probably doesn’t cause any estrangement or surprise for
well-informed people. I imagine that no writer – either good or bad – considers
himself entirely fulfilled. If he considers himself “the best”, he’s absolutely
mistaken, for perfection is unattainable and incongruous with any kind of art.
He certainly falls for some subtle nonsense
- even if he’s a Nobel, mixing winning money by writing books with being
an actual great writer. These do exist – in a small account – and I, granted
with a minimum sense of reality, do not include my own self in this selected
list. If I did so, for some reason, I would not tell anybody because immodesty
is offensive and along it, the just mentioned dumbness would be showing their
claws.
As for
the authors – men and women – that have gone rich writing books of mediocre
quality – fully consciously – there’s no reason for criticizing. Quite the
contrary. They are quite clever. They’re winners. They knew exactly what they
wanted – to win a lot of money – and they did what was necessary to obtain this
goal. They’re pragmatic men and women, good managers of themselves, stunts of
psychologists and marketers with a large sense of what pleases and what
doesn’t, not only the reading public, but also the editors – these attributed
mediators between the talent and the public.
Without
an editor there’s no deal. Printing,
advertising and distributing books is an esoteric science, expensive and risky.
Someone has once said that the writer and the editor must do as a chicken: it’s
not enough to simply lay the egg, one must cluck it. But it’s only for the hen
that this has no costs. Editors need an elevated flair, better than airport
drug detectors dogs - a flair rather mercantile than literary – to avoid that
their printed products don’t end up stranding and provoking monumental
gastritis. Basically, editors are booksellers and not officials at the Ministry
of Culture, in charge of increasing the country’s education. Only on
exceptional cases do they release respectable – yet financially stinky -
literary pieces. On top of it all, the Estate isn’t rich enough to assure
editors that all their stranded books will be reimbursed by the national
treasure. There are many other priorities for the day rather than raising the
spirits of writers that see their work being rejected.
In 2005
I published, on my own account, a novel – “Cryonics” (Editions “Inteligentes”), about cryonics applied
to human beings. We all know how serious the Cryonics chapter is to the book of
Science, dedicated to study the effects of extremely low temperatures on living
and non-living beings. The iceness interests the researches of speed of
electricity in various materials, as well as the spatial research, the research
on ovule and spermatozoon banks and many others.
As for
human beings, Cryonics ended up interesting the more “visionary” minds which
found promising to inaugurate a separate branch of Cryonics to study
specifically the freezing of human beings. Such “visionaries” – maybe it would
be wiser to say “enthusiasts” - imagined
that if a man, not too old, had an incurable disease and an imminent death,
there would not be anything wrong on freezing his body right after his natural
death, as if he was a spermatozoon or an ovule - instead of letting it be
buried or cremated. Kept on a close to zero degree – in which the agitated
atoms become almost entirely static- there would be no decomposition, right?
“But
the individual would already be dead! How to resuscitate a frozen dead body?
Being dead, his soul is no longer present! Where would we gain it back to
reintroduce it on the deceased?” the spiritualists, wrathful, would say.
Based
on this hope, not morally reprehensible, the “utopic enthusiasts” began to
imagine all the possible techniques to freeze a person right after dying,
avoiding the addlement, especially of the neurons. They imagined – using only
their logic, misleading several times, because inobservant of factual details –
that if a living being remains frosted in a way that its cells do not rot,
paralyzed by the coldness, then it is possible that some decades later, when
science and technique are both very advanced, this living being can be
defrosted and manipulated for regaining life. The damage caused by a prolonged
sleep would be fixed by the future science. Something somewhat similar to
watching a movie on DVD, pushing “pause” and then coming back to continue watching
the same movie. If nothing has rotted when extremely frozen, why would it be
impossible to “resuscitate” it a few decades later? Everything will depend on
the future techniques, which will be way more advanced than the current ones.
This
expectance for a human being that is aware of his closeness to the grave, or to
the cremation, has a considerable secondary psychological effect: it is much
more comforting to know that you’re going to lose consciousness in a surgery
table and maybe – at least, maybe – wake up in a more scientifically developed
future, than to know with absolute certainty that you’re going to die no matter
what, and be buried or burned in a crematory, until there isn’t much of you
left that can’t fit into a small casket “If the cryonics don’t work, well,
nevermind. I’ll be dead already and won’t even know about it. It is like
falling asleep for a risky operation.” Something much more flavorful than the
certainty of the upcoming death, with its frightening “nothing”, or Hell. In
fact, it’s a similar circumstance to the bets of lottery. “Probably I won’t win
anything this week, but I can win next week. And my investment on the freezing
technique will not be too grand. The only harm, in case cryonics don’t work,
will be of my inheritors with the cost of the whole procedure. If it works,
then the disadvantage will be greater – but not to me! - because the heirs will
have to give me back part of my fortune which was distributed to them!”
Let us
see now the technical side of this idea and then the discouraging conclusion to
which I was led.
There
is no doubt, as I’ve said, that the extreme low temperature of cryonics –
negative 196º Celsius – avoids the decomposition of the tissue in, let’s say,
99%. However, this iceness does not only produce positive consequences. There
is a negative side to it: with the freezing, the water inside the cells of our
body turns into ice crystals and swell; and, since they’re crystals, they are
provided with edges and these end up piercing the cellular membrane and the
precious liquid inside the cells without which is impossible the “new life”
pours from the cells. Once the defrosting takes place, there would be billions
of cells completely unusable. This is the major technical obstacle to the
efficacy of cryonics.
A new
hope was born some years ago, though: arctic frogs congeal during winter,
remaining dead, apparently. However, with the coming of Spring, they “wake up”,
ready to continue their “complex” biological cycle: eat and copulate – because
these ugly cretinous can’t think of anything else. To embrace such task of
resuscitating, the organism of a frog from the Arctic - the Rana pipiens (“leopard-frog”) - produces
a type of sugar that stops the water from the cells from turning into ice and
with that the swell which provokes the cellular injury does not occur.
Therefore, the cells remain frosted, glazed, but without the flare. And without
it, all the cells will conserve the indispensable water inside them.
This is
what the cryonics adepts wanted to hear. The other obstacles would be
manageable, as for example, the exaggerated legal prohibitions, which require
that the patient is “totally” dead in order to begin the preparative for the
freezing, with the replacement of all the blood for glycerol. This legal requirement
means keeping a technical team in prompt, and this waiting can last for days.
At the very moment that the heart stops beatings, a marathon against time
starts because every second is precious. If the brain is deprived of oxygen for
more than a few minutes – the exact number is a subject of discussion – the
neuron starts to fester, which would preclude the cryonics to take place. And
that is because who wishes to be frosted to wake up in a few decades also
wishes to be as lucid as he was before passing away.
With
the excellent news that a few frosted frogs can return to life, it would be
enough for the cryonics fans to strive to synthesize a substance that once
introduced into the patient right after his death would prevent the water
inside the cells to turn into ice. Without ice, I must say again, no dilatation
and no rupture of cells.
At this
point of the enunciation, I must admit that my biggest hope, when studying the
subject and writing the romance, was not so much in propitiating a person with
incurable cancer, for example, a few more years of life after his
“resuscitation”. That would be too much
work and money to have just a few years of life again. My “secret ambition”,
“unconfessable” – not exactly aimed at my ownself – was the perspective of a
much wider and omnibus thing, a nearly physical eternity. How is that? I will
explain.
If the
patient, after decades of “cryo-preservation” was to wake up clearheaded and
happened to be an exceptional scientist – an Einstein, or equivalent – with a huge
luggage of knowledge and original thinking, it would be useful to humanity that
he lived – lucid, lucid! – two hundred, three hundred or more years, with
iterant additions of new neurons – truly drawers that store up information –
which would add new knowledge to the already existing ones.
Where
would we obtain these new neurons? Through embryonic stem cells, capable of
transforming into any kind of cell - including the neural ones. Even the most
brilliant and clever heads grow old and weak. “Mean and stingy” Nature has this
limitation. It insists that no one may go beyond 130 years. If this happens to
take place, we will be seeing a living mummy, blind, mute, deaf and bewildered.
Indeed,
even the best brains do grow old, unfortunately. However, with periodical
additions of new neurons – even with the occasional necessity of surgical
interventions on the skull – with such neurons “eager to work”, the human mind
would take a tremendous shift ahead. Back to the great physician, an Einstein
three times more capacitated in terms of neuron quantity certainly would have a lot to teach us.
At this
point of my meditation, I received a bucket of cold water directly at my
speculative enthusiasm. I remembered that – as most people know – no cell is
immortal. Neuron is a cell. And what’s more: new neurons, obtained through
embryonic stem cells, would be “baby cells”, totally ignorant. They would need
to learn to speak, to read, to go to elementary school, to secondary,
undergraduation and post-graduation before being able to help and add something
new to the old scientist. Old neurons, although wise, would be growing weak and
dying at the same time that the “dumb kids” would be sprouting in his brain,
erst privileged. This recurrent “barbarian invasion” - as has said a certain
philosopher, when referring to every new generation - would keep taking place
at the cerebral cortex.
Since I
ignore any possibility of making the neurons immortals, sadly, I don’t see now,
in cryonics, a major use to it than for the patient to continue the life that
he had before being frost, living, after “waking up” again, the years that he
would have normally lived if he hadn’t been grasped by the mortal malady. That
would probably be a few years more, given the means of future medicine. Nothing
more. Only a slight “stretch” after a long “respite”; and not centuries of
accrual.
I
insist: even if a person can indeed “resuscitate”, without damage – which is
already a tremendous technical feat – “the risen” would still grow old every
day. If he would recurrently receive the implant of embryonic stem cells
capable of transforming into neurons, these would be, as I’ve said, “empty
boxes” that would require a fill starting from zero. As the years would go by,
the grand scientist would not be himself anymore, because his old and wise
neurons would be dead. Einstein would no longer know that he was born in Ulm
and that he is German, unless some taught him that. Gloomy, isn’t it?
If
there is a God that deliberately created such a special creature, “at His
image” – the beast man – it appears that it was not in His intentions to put in
the Earth a greedy, proud and not reliable being, that one day would try to
live forever and maybe swipe His power. Not relying entirely on his special
creature, He implanted in its brain neurons of limited duration and stamped
these invisible words: “Perishable article. Expiration date: 120 years.
Advisable to consume well before the
expiration time.”
This
is, for now, the discouraging future of cryonics. But my novel is good, or at
least illustrative. It’s a pity that it hasn’t been propagated. To hell with
modesty.
(16-9-2012)