Ralph Pitre
The machine will allow anyone who has the access key to end their life by simply pressing a button. Developed in the Netherlands by Nitschke and an engineer, the machine can be 3D printed and assembled in any location. Access to the Sarco capsule will be by an on-line mental questionnaire which will provide a four-digit access code.
When the person lies in the capsule, he can activate it and liquid nitrogen will rapidly drop the oxygen level, leading to death a few minutes.
The novel feature is that the capsule can be detached from the Sarco machine and used as a sleek and shiny coffin. The machine base can be re-used.
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Design criteria for the Sarco will be free, made open-source, and placed on the internet. Nitschke says that the world is now one step closer to the goal where any rational person can electively end their life in a peaceful and reliable way at the time of their choosing. "Sarco does not use any restricted drugs, or require any special expertise such as the insertion of an intravenous needle. Anyone who can pass the entry test, can enter the machine and legally end their life".
LifeNews Note: Michael Cook is editor of MercatorNet where this story appeared.
If I have to die alone, then so be it...I die alone
She wanted too much from me. Relationships require compromise but compromise isn't required in building a personal relationship. For the individual there is no compromise.
There are consequences but like any situation there always consequences.
Its 3 women narrating Ray's last days as the 3 all who loved him and knowing his wish not to commit plan to use his invention against him...
They meet and confer about Ray...
He plans on implanting a bacteria that will consume the body, completely, all the residue, leaving nothing, with nothing left, the organism born from the ingestion dies and withers...
Ray is an inventor/designer of medical equipment. Having gone to school to be a doctor and deciding instead to design leading edge medical equipment after having been a resident he found his strength in hardware design. As an undergraduate in pre-med and working endless shifts as a medical equipment technician with a small medical equipment manufacturer he learned design.
Actually told to others at a small rare gathering of friends where he is confronted by all about his lone life.
Two female friends show themselves around his apartment. He finds them, other male friends join and in the bedroom they bring up his lone lifestyle, lone not alone and certainly not lonely. Chet mentions the bed, Rays, latest invention, the ultimate need. He mentions his bed and the pending patent for it; for now and in jest he calls it "The Death Bed". "What a creepy idea, it something a guy would come up with, you wouldn't catch me laying in it."
"Well you're laying in it".
She jumps out.
Ray details the functions of the bed to all. The safety system that keeps it from accidentally starting the process. Its a very comfortable bed. They go into production in a month. I've got seven pre-orders, three in Japan, the rest in the Middle East. What happens to the, sleepers body. Simply disappears.
How much?
$35000.
A very expensive hospital bed.
The Tesla of beds.
Go for a test drive.
I'll pass for now.
What triggers it?
The state of your body. Sensors in the bed look for a human a warm human body, when those checks are exhausted the process behind automatically.
Euthanasia?
Well, there's a switch for that, but a body still has to be in bed for the process to start.
Certain conditions have to be met before first.
It knows your body, learns more as you sleep, will even know when there's more than one person in the bed and create a different profile always knowing yours.
It has a voice as well.
It can be very ornate, a true kings need, or a basic hospital bed that even the poor can afford through The Affordable Care Program.
Sounds like Sam coaxing her lover into bed.
Sam lays in it.
"Kerry is right, I wouldn't tell a girl about this bed before sex otherwise you'll never get any. Speaking of, have you tried it? No danger in it seeing off during some really physical sex? I know how you are."
"Not a chance, I've tried it."
"Not with me."
"Not a chance."
"Really? Did I hurt you that much? After all you cheated on me."
"True, eventually, I did, but there was some motivation."
"Me? You could've broken up with me, it would've hurt less."
"I was still hoping you'd stop treating me like shit, but..."
Why did you make it sound like me?
Well its not exactly you but I was thinking of you when developing the bed...you do have one of the sexiest bedroom voices I've ever heard.
told to ex girl who doesn't want be alone when she dies begging to be with him. but he has answer for his own end. Can die alone and has planned a way to not allow his body to lay and rot. At end she tricks him into his death bed and leaves him to die in agony, in a death trap.
Actually, regret is painful, you can't but think again of decisions you made long ago when you were younger and bolder and fearless of hope, its all going to end and the feelings you know nothing about as you approach the end of your life, you've made plans, but still it seems to rush upon you and then? And then? Did i want to be alone at this moment? No matter how much you prepare, you second guess yourself, but its too late, this is one queue line you can't get off, can't turn back, this ride is yours, get on and wait for the first drop...
Its as I see it, I'm dying, the pain has been with me for a very long time, it seems, though only a year really, yet I've prepared for many more... death & disposal, medication to sedate, to sleep and rid the pain and slow the heart enough to begin a process that can't be stopped... death & disposal, this elaborate plan I've conjured, to dispose of the body i leave behind its as I see it...
I want to die alone, asleep, silent and oblivious to the pain...
I lay fetal as I came into this world, the proper dose measured long ago I would sleep away the pain, lights out, room by room, as I left the house... dark...
I wanted to just disappear and what all might wonder happened to me didn't matter... I didn't want to die with celebration or animosity from those who loved and hated me... just disappear, as if I never happened.
Mourning is for the living, not the dead, the dead no nothing of the livings hereafter, the dead don't care, the dead are just, dead. Likewise the living know nothing of what it is to die but mourn as if they do. Death is its own celebration of the moment we break free, end the suffering of life that comes upon the heels of and just before the joy... spoken or not, sadness is an underlying current upon which we are always in opposition... the joys, short or long in length are the moments we come up for air, how much air can one capture before the next stroke forces you under... Death is where we always come back to after living. Living is learning, death is being. Living, life and death and dying are words describing a state of existence applied from a single point of view. True, death can just as likely have no importance other than the end of a corporeal existence, consciousness, self nothing more than the result of a complex system interaction, therefore an illusion, there is no self, no consciousness. However then, what is self if we fear losing it via death. A result of our complex existence that in the end is nothing more than a tease for if consciousness creates a self that we cherish than of course we desire to continue. Some of us eschew existence, ourselves and yearn not to live not always necessarily to die but to exist as another, that often may result in death either to exile ourselves from the current or see how green is the grass is on the other side.
Death is one long breath held... long enough to rise, again... and inhale the suffering and the joy of life...
Its as I see it...
Don't you want someone to grow old with to be there when you're sick, dying, to be by your side? What if she goes first, I'll still be alone... I prefer not to burden anyone else, I just haven't found someone to really grow old with, I thought I had twice but no...so in lieu of that I've prepared for the end by myself. Show me.
They sleep together, sex, sleep, she awakens and while he sleeps she activates the bed. She paralyzes him causing the bed to start the process
The bed has a dual purpose in death; to provide a means of euthanasia is desired and primarily as a means of disposal if you die in your sleep.
To all his friends Ray simply disappeared, though one wonders...
Michael Cook Nov 20, 2017 | 6:28PM Sydney, Australia
Australia's best-known euthanasia activist, Dr Philip Nitschke, is back in the news with another machine for committing suicide, the Sarco capsule.The machine will allow anyone who has the access key to end their life by simply pressing a button. Developed in the Netherlands by Nitschke and an engineer, the machine can be 3D printed and assembled in any location. Access to the Sarco capsule will be by an on-line mental questionnaire which will provide a four-digit access code.
When the person lies in the capsule, he can activate it and liquid nitrogen will rapidly drop the oxygen level, leading to death a few minutes.
The novel feature is that the capsule can be detached from the Sarco machine and used as a sleek and shiny coffin. The machine base can be re-used.
Click here to sign up for pro-life news alerts from LifeNews.com
Design criteria for the Sarco will be free, made open-source, and placed on the internet. Nitschke says that the world is now one step closer to the goal where any rational person can electively end their life in a peaceful and reliable way at the time of their choosing. "Sarco does not use any restricted drugs, or require any special expertise such as the insertion of an intravenous needle. Anyone who can pass the entry test, can enter the machine and legally end their life".
LifeNews Note: Michael Cook is editor of MercatorNet where this story appeared.
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