The skinned

Yet it will be necessary to redone a little flesh to all that we do not perceive now - predominance of the view oblige - more than the skin.

And what skin!

In this ball without music, each one is made up, powdered, covered with a mask that "sticks to the skin", each one gives him only this polished surface, smoothed by an education more and more uniform from one end to the other. other planet where is read in filigree "zero tolerance" - and one dares to pretend that the "Educational Systems" (there is no more school nor schoolboy) failed! - each one gives more of him than words, but not the rough and dense words with the forms and the full rumors, but those that the knowledge has, just as the computer science could do it of the image and the music , that knowledge has digitized, that is, reduced to its simplest perceptive trace: the minimal one that still allows the one who already knows the message, to recognize it, to evoke it, to recreate it in itself in a relative fullness,

But on these new bodies that comfort has protected and prosthetic there is no echo, no wrinkle, no trace of injury.

So the code does not work anymore, speech no longer speaks, the gesture reduced to a few degrees of freedom by the push button or the stick of joy, only fits very rarely in space.

Soon it will be necessary to give back a little flesh to all that one perceives more than the day cream, eats smell and jerky movements that control the "user interfaces. "

The debility is perhaps not where the man names it, the stalking, the recovery or the park. 
Without even mentioning moral considerations, let us avoid any eugenics. For the species resistant to AIDS, to the black holes of thought, to the drying up of "hot cognition" is probably largely that which sits on the last benches of our classes and more generally of all our places of existence.

The fact that most of our streets only have names of dead people or past events linked to massacres is quite telling.

We must find the place, the flesh of the Present.