> So if my tush is hanging in the breeze but my
> head is in my mother (mother-to-be?) and you
> use some sort of instrument to suck my brains
> out of my skull, what is that called?
No, no, the question is, if you plant the brain in bubbling green cellfluid in a dank, gloaming piece of European medieval architecture and hook its nerve endings up to the Internet, what would it call *itself*?
-- Dennis