As he watched Cliff’s message inter-mingled with 0s and 1s on the binary screen slowly fading away, he heard himself repeating, “Stop resisting. Stop resisting you little prick.” Cliff had no right. No right to stand in the way of science. Cliff had to stop resisting in the name of science and submit willingly for the good of all. The uploading of a mind. And now, a soul extraction -- these were of science’s domain. Even though Finch wasn’t entirely sure how to differentiate a mind from a soul, it felt right. It felt good. Wasn’t the soul the thing that oversaw the mind? The great controller of the body and mind? In any case, Finch wanted what he wanted. No mere individual had the right to stand in the way of science’s march into the future. Technology is the future. And nothing was going to change that! To quantify and capture these two, formerly, illusive products was brilliant. To convert the mind into a trade-able product on a block chain. Absolutely wonderful! To extract the very thing that animates a life -- the soul! Pure genius! The soul could breath life into an otherwise lifeless body. This soul, stitching through the ethers and settling on a corporal form -- could be digitized and traded like -- like a commodity on the stock exchange!