revolutionary , blasphemy, creationism.
Rose abstractly remembers reading about a scientific study done in 1809 – nearly three thousand years before she was born – where the bodies of long dead frogs provoked with a rod running with electrical impulses twitched and reacted, as if brought from the dead. She had thought it was fascinating. That is, for a crude form of ancient science. (Quite ancient, back in the times were they went to-and-fro in little steel automobiles with black smoggy engines instead of materializing using the Airstream.)
And though no modern person would implement such techniques in these modern times, it reminded her vaguely of her father's scientific pursuits – the ones he kept secret from her. Such was the way of a scientist surely, sneaky and often speaking with a sort of detachment that you would connect with a lie. He spent nearly all of his time hooked up to his synapsoid – a large computer that sent information straight to his brain via the veins of his wrists, to which the computer flashdrive would attach onto. He'd read through old archives of medical journal for hours and hours.
He was constantly uneasy over the expectations of his boss at Sarpa. He wanted her father to create something new that would get the public eye back onto the company. Everything that her father did was for Sarpa. A business founded back in 2113 by a couple of budding geniuses who decided that the world needed a change, and that the marriage of science and technology was the way to accomplish it. And it did.
They created the Impulse: a microscopic chip that Sarpa installed in every living human, that opened up the Surgeway. In a manner of speaking, the Surgeway was a means of expanding your brain to its fullest possibilities among other things. It connected you to the Airstream, a teleportation system that could take you anywhere if you were granted permisison by the State, which was generally easy to acquire.
Some rebels thought that the Impulse would destroy us all, that it was simply a means for the State to get inside of our heads and control our thoughts from the inside of our skin. They called it the modern form of the lobotomy. (Rose read about these things before she should have, being a scientist's daughter. She read horrifying things before she was seven years old.) Her father would tell her stories about how kids used to be taught reading at a much older age, unlike now thanks to the Impulse children as young as ten months can be taught to read whole novels.
He tells her that people used to kill each other for little pieces of green paper of men's faces on it, and that these papers were of great importance. That people died because they couldn't acquire such objects, even children. Rose cannot imagine not just using a scanner to see how many purchases you were allotted that month. She can't imagine the State not giving you things simply because you asked for them.
Rose's father says he wants to create something that will change the world, just like the Surgeway did all those years before she was born. He used to tell her "Create something, and to that object you are a God." And just so, he was a God in her eyes, having created Rose with her mother before she'd taken her own life. Just as any parent is that in the mind of a sheltered twelve year old.
And true, like a vengeful God in a world without religion, she did fear him a little. But most of all, she feared what he could create. What he would create.