Mi objetivo es Nicolás Sorrento, el apuesto hombre de la imagen de abajo. Necesito su identificación.
Les explico mis razones, desde hace un año hice un descubrimiento catastrófico. La humanidad iba a llegar a su fin. Descubrí que el núcleo de la Tierra está alterado, en unos meses iba a explotar.
Intenté advertir a todos, pero me llamaron loco. Pero hace unas semanas me enteré de una organización secreta que ya sabía de la inminente destrucción de la Tierra.
En su organización planeaban salvar solo a las figuras más importantes y millonarias del mundo. Por eso estaban construyendo una super nave espacial gigante. Pero a la incertidumbre de la situación era el tiempo, no sabían cuántos milenios tardarían en encontrar un nuevo hogar.
Por eso iban a transferir las mentes humanas a unas máquinas llamadas "mimeosomas" que son una copia casi humana que sirve como recipiente para las conciencias de cada individuo.
Regresamos con mi objetivo Nico (Nicolás). El es hijo de una familia muy millonaria y jefe de una empresa gigante. También es mi jefe y al escabullirme en su oficina descubrí los planes de la organización. Además escuché que el estaba en desacuerdo con ese plan, el iba a aceptar su destino en padecer en la Tierra por sus ideales.
Fue al escuchar todo eso que me puse a recapacitar y diseñar un plan para mí propia supervivencia. Ya que Nico no va a subir a la nave espacial, yo si podría, haciéndome pasar por él.
Por eso estamos a la fecha de hoy, falta una semana para la destrucción mundial y Nico solo quería disfrutar sus últimos días de vida en la playa.
Me lo encontré en el lugar y me acerque junto a él, me reconoció rápidamente por ser siempre yo el empleado del mes.
Empezamos a conversar y le revelé que ya conocía todo sobre la organización y que él no quería irse de aquí. Tuvimos una charla profunda sobre el tema, me contó sobre que aquí estaba toda su vida y no quería dejarla atrás.
Ya casi en el atardecer, me dijo que era injusto que muchas personas mucho más potenciales no se iban a salvar, era una situación lamentable. Entonces él decidió entregarme su identificación de acceso. Le agradecí por su acción (riéndome porque antes planeaba robarla) pero su forma de ser me hizo respetarlo.
Solo había una cosa, ya los mimeosomas estaban listos, entonces cuando transfieran mi consciencia, sera automáticamente enviada al que tiene la apariencia de Nico. Ese si era un factor integrante, pero si quería vivir, esa era mi única opción.
Ahora solo faltaba 1 día para la tragedia mundial, me dirige a la localización de la organización que me compartió Nico y ahí entregué su credencial. Por fortuna las credenciales ya están verificadas con solo el nombre, entonces pude pasar sin ninguna revisión.
Los científicos del lugar me acostaron sobre una cama de metal y me insertaron arriba un dispositivo de conversión mental. Me explicaron que mi mente iba a despertar ya dentro de la nave espacial.
Cerré mis ojos, solo escuchaba ruidos raros. De repente no sentía nada de mi propio ser, solo ligeras sensaciones y vibraciones en un espacio negro con ondas.
Tras sensaciones incómodas, abrí repentinamente mis ojos, para solo presenciar enfrente de mi un espejo con una figura que no era mía. Podía ver el reflejo exacto de Nico. Era asombroso, podía ver el cuerpo completo y perfecto de mi jefe, y me encontraba desnudo jeje. Nunca imaginé que su verga y ahora la mia sea tan grande.
Recapacitando más sobre mi entorno, quise revisar dónde me encontraba, parecía ser un tipo de baño, intenté salir y al lograrlo me introduje a una recamara, estoy no parecía ningún tipo de nave. Pero al parecer la nave era tan gigante que adentro cabían muchas habitaciones diferentes.
Aún seguía observando mis alrededores y mi propio de cuerpo.
Solo podía decir que esto era milagroso. Antes de salir a los exteriores, me pasé todo el día jugando y disfrutando de todo mi cuerpo. Era curioso hacer cosas que mi jefe nunca haría en la realidad.
Ser Nico era sublime, mira todos estos músculos bebé.
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5000 mil años después
Desde tiempos lejanos que dejamos la Tierra, con mi nueva identidad como Nico conocí a muchas personas importantes de nuestra antigua sociedad. Construimos todos juntos una nueva organización basada en el respeto y paz.
En increíble ver cómo después de miles de años aún sigo teniendo el mismo aspecto de Nico desde que me transferí en este mimeosoma.
Aun yo y el resto de la nave seguimos esperando en encontrar un nuevo planeta para llamar hogar.
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Yo Zach (el de la izquierda) y mi compañero Ryan (el de la derecha). Hemos sido grandes compañeros de entrenamiento, hasta nos podíamos considerar amigos.
Nos conocimos hace 6 años, por lo cual nuestra amistad aún es algo joven, nos conocimos en un gimnasio en el parque central de la ciudad y desde ahí, nos comprometimos a alcanzar nuestro máximo potencial, tenemos que desafiar los límites de nuestros cuerpos.
Al principio si éramos muy unidos con nuestras rutinas y salidas, pero al transcurrir los años, cada quien ya tenía nuevas tareas o compromisos en sus vidas, pero de todas formas siempre acordamos a tener tres veces a la semana un maraton de cardio, en el cual consistía en una caminata o corrida de 15 kilómetros.
Ya no me frecuentaba mucho con mi amigo Ryan pero sabía que nuestra promesa aún ardía en nuestros corazones.
Solo que hubo algo que me empezó a preocupar, Ryan empezó a faltar de manera más frecuente a nuestras sesiones de cardio, al parecer eso debía a su nuevo trabajo como cuidador de ancianos, el debía estar muy pendientes de 2 de ellos en una gran casa, por lo que eso le tomaba más tiempo de lo que él pensaba.
Una mañana recibí un mensaje de Ryan que decía que iba a faltar tres meses a nuestras reuniones, ya que uno de los viejos había fallecido, entonces debía estar al lado del otro anciano en su periodo de duelo.
Eso fue lo último que supe de Ryan hace varios meses. Intenté contactarme con el para saber cómo iba la situación pero no recibí ninguna actualización de él.
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Finalmente un día, recibí un mensaje de Ryan que diciéndome que lo viera en nuestro lugar de siempre para comenzar con nuestro cardio matutino.
Me encontraba muy contento por finalmente entrenar con mi amigo de promesa. Ryan y yo nos encontramos nuevamente compartiendo una sonrisa y con una gran determinación por cumplir nuestras metas.
Durante nuestra trayectoria me percate que la forma de avanzar de Ryan era algo distinta a la común, corría con pequeños tropezones y una postura ligeramente chueca, al parecer sus habilidades se oxidaron un poco al cuidar ancianos.
Pense que nuestro encuentro solo se quedaría en la mañana, pero Ryan me propuso ir al gimnasio para entrenar nuestros cuerpos con fuerza para aumentar nuestra musculatura.
Habia pasado tanto tiempo desde que ambos nos habíamos ejercitado en un gym, está reunión era algo muy especial para mí, porque me recordó a los primeros meses que nos dedicabamos al 100 por ciento en nuestra promesa.
Le pedí a Ryan que me grabará unos vídeos para recordar este día, pero me percate que mientras me grababa, Ryan mostraba una sonrisa un poco lunática con una risa delirante, que era más notoria cuando flexionaba frente a la cámara. Posiblemente solo era mi imaginación...
Pasaron dos semanas de intenso entrenamiento, nuestros cuerpos parecían estar al límite de sus capacidades que podía sentir como mis músculos iban a explotar.
Terminamos la sesión de hoy y Ryan me propuso ir a comer a su casa, que aprendió a cocinar un comida rica en proteína que debía probar justo ahora.
Por supuesto acepté por mi curiosidad en conocer ese platillo milagroso de proteína que me dijo Ryan, entonces al salir del gimnasio los dos fuimos a su casa.
Antes de empezar a comer, note que Ryan me veía con una cara un poco extraña, desde que nos reunimos se va comportado muy raro conmigo.
Llegué hasta pensar en la posibilidad de que Ryan llegara a enamorarse de mí, lo malo de eso, es que yo no lo veo a el como un interés amoroso y no estaba dentro de mis propósitos o metas. Me preocupó que eso arruinara nuestra amistad.
Comenzamos a comer y Ryan me pidió como favor flexionar mi brazo frente suyo, no tuve problemas con cumplir con su petición, tomé un poco de una agua con un sabor que nunca probé antes y flexioné mi brazo, pero al terminar me empecé a sentir muy mareado, aparte que perdía la noción de mi vista......
Me terminé desmayando sobre la mesa de comida.
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Ryan... Solo se quedó mirando fijamente el cuerpo de su amigo desmayado sobre la mesa.... Se quedó unos segundos parado sin hacer nada....Y luego empezó a sonreír....
Ryan llevo el cuerpo de Zach a una habitación desconocida para todos, adentro parecía una sala de quirófano. Ryan se cambió de ropa y acostó el cuerpo de su amigo sobre la camilla de operaciones.
Ryan empezó a hacer unos pequeños a análisis a Zach, y al poco tiempo agarró un bisturí y con eso empezó a abrir la parte trasera de la cabeza de su compañero. Al parecer Ryan quería sacar el cerebro de Zach.
Fue un largo procedimiento de varias horas, pero al parecer fue un éxito, Ryan logró extraer el cerebro de Zach y lo colocó dentro en un frasco que puso dentro de un potente congelador.
Del fondo de la sala, Ryan reveló que había otro frasco con otro cerebro de otra persona, el cual empezó a introducir dentro de la cabeza de Zach.
Ya todo había acabado, el cerebro fue colocado en la cabeza, aparte Ryan insertó quirúrgicamente un poco de cabello para cubrir las partes que mostrarán la cicatriz de la operación.
Ryan dejo descansar el cuerpo de Zach hasta que reaccionará.
Pasaron 18 horas, hasta que se escuchó como alguien se levantaba nuevamente de su largo sueño.
Ryan se quedó observando a Zach quien empezó a inspeccionar su cuerpo como otra persona y luego soltó un grito de emoción que se escuchó fuertemente por toda la habitación.
Ryan mostró una sonrisa al ver la satisfacción de Zach. -Parece que te gusta tu nuevo cuerpo Zale-, comentó Ryan.
<La espera fue larga, pero valió la pena, aunque sigo pensando que tu nuevo cuerpo es mucho más superior, Rayan>, comentó Zach con la conciencia de Zale.
Les doy una explicación rápida:
Zale y Rayan era dos amantes gays, que además eran unos cirujanos profesionales. Ambos querían conocer los avances científicos del futuro y poder continuar en aportar sus conocimientos a la nuevas generaciones.
Pero la edad ya era un limitante que impedía ese sueño, entonces los dos ancianos buscaron la posibilidad de poder renovar su contrato de vida en este mundo. Hicieron muchas investigaciones y pruebas para intercambiar cerebros. Y lo lograron.
Solo que ahora necesitaban a unos candidatos ideales para intercambiar sus cerebros a jóvenes dorados. Por eso se metieron al programa de ancianos para que los cuidarán. Su suerte fue grande cuando Ryan Dengler fue su cuidador, tras unas semanas de ganarse su confianza, lograron someterlo y así Zale hizo la primera operación en intercambiar el cerebro del joven con el de su amado Rayan.
Posteriormente a completar su primera fase del plan, Zale y Rayan buscaron entre los contactos de Ryan a otro candidato ideal para hacer la segunda transferencia. Ahí fue cuando vieron el perfil de Zach, un gran amigo de Ryan increíblemente musculoso y atractivo.
Entonces la pareja pensó en atraer a Zach con el cuerpo de Ryan para lograr apoderarse de él, solo que Rayan debía aún recuperarse de la operación y que su nuevo cuerpo recuperara sus energías para poder irse a entrenar con su viejo amigo Zach.
Ahora regresamos al presente:
La nueva pareja Zach (Zale) y Ryan (Rayan), hicieron oficial su unión en salir del closet como una nueva pareja gay que se aman intensamente. Los dos dejaron sus casas y se fueron a vivir a la casa grande de los ancianos que fue heredadas a su cuidador Ryan en las escrituras.
No paso mucho tiempo que los jóvenes ganaron mucho dinero y fama al ser los mejores cirujanos más jóvenes y en excelentes condiciones físicas de su generación.
Ya ambos están disfrutando de unas relajantes vacaciones en un hotel cerca de la playa y están teniendo planes de casarse pronto.
Zale y Rayan lograron su cometido, les esperan nuevos grandes años por vivir.
Ryland Grace knows his time is coming.
Worst of all, Ryland thinks Rocky knows it, too.
But... there might be another way for him to keep living.
("So," Ryland says, hands clasped on the table. “An artificial body, huh?”
“Yes.” Rocky sounds concerned. “We went over this, Grace.”)
Martin had known he was potentially risking his entire career when he agreed to treat his daughter's bully through specialist therapy sessions. He should have announced to her family that he had a vested interest, but Gracie and her rich Daddy had no idea that the guy administering experimental therapy to the bored, spoiled rich girl, might have an axe to grind.
Gracie and Martin's daughter Susan attended the same prestigious school, but whilst the blonde, sexy and confident Gracie was popular and the Head Cheerleader - his daughter was a nobody bookworm. Gracie bullied Susan constantly and Martin was determined to help end the cycle of negativity. After all, he strongly believed in the power of therapy. Gracie was obviously bullying Susan because of her own hang-ups... he could cure her.
Gracie was actually a highly compliant subject and her mind seemed particularly susceptible to his therapy process. Martin was experimenting with a mind melding technology that allowed him to share consciousness with his patient. He was determined to see if he could turn Gracie from being a mean girl into a nice person by examining her experiences and tweaking her personality.
They both lay in Gracie's pink princess bedroom, the mind transfer bands round their foreheads. Deep in a meditative trance, their minds merged and Martin floated inside Gracie's consciousness.
It was a petty, spiteful, narcissistic mind. A mind that hungered for sex, power and constant attention. It was an enticing combination of sharp glittering edges and soft spoiled silk - you could lose yourself in a mind like this.
Deliciously toxic femininity washed over Martin as he tried to absorb Gracie's memories and life story so he could try to understand why she was such a bitch.
He would try to control and alter those memories to make Gracie ashamed of being cruel and evil. He could make her a better person.
Instead, he found himself being overwhelmed and flooded with strong sexual desires as he began to relive memories of Gracie's depraved life and found he enjoyed it.
He groaned and his cock got rock hard, as sensations and memories of being an evil bad girl pulsed through him. Gracie got off on being mean.
His lips curved into a smile as he experienced the memory of clopping through the school halls in high heels, his tight shaven pussy dripping wet as everyone got out of his way. Chewing gum, Martin blew a bubble and giggled. It felt so fucking good to be feared and desired.
These memories felt good, but nothing had prepared him for how much it would turn him on to relive memories and experiences of bullying his own daughter.
Cruel, mean, dominant emotions rushed through him. The way he called Susan a fucking loser, the satisfaction when he saw tears in her eyes. Making her do his homework, spreading rumours about her.
Even hotter memories rushed through his mind. Susan whimpering as he rubbed his pussy in front of her face, his cheerleader skirt hiked up and his minions pinning her arms back as he laughed and squirted all over her glasses and face and made her lick up his cum as he finished orgasming.
"You're a fucking loooooser Susan and that's all you'll ever be. A poor, worthless, pathetic little loser. I'll always be better than you."
Seeing his daughter humiliated and destroyed should have angered and enraged him... instead it just felt so fucking good. Martin had a big smile on his lips, he shivered in taboo pleasure. Being a bully felt good... it made him horny.
His daughter WAS a fucking loser. It felt good to think it... to feel it. His hands clenched and he imagined pink acrylic claws on his fingers. He imagined boys worshipping him, having a tight slutty body.
He wanted it bad.
With a gasp he awoke and ended the therapy session.
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Martin realised something was wrong but he was now too addicted to stop. The therapy wasn't working right. Instead of making Gracie better, the therapy was making HIM worse.
He now couldn't stop thinking about being an evil teenage bully and destroying his pathetic daughters life. Gracie's cruel and spoiled personality was transferring over to him... and he liked it.
He began to find phrases and idioms that Gracie used were now part of his vocab. An 'OMG', 'loooser' or 'bitch pleeease' would occasionally escape his lips. His physical mannerisms had changed. He was now more expressive with his hands and his lips had become a constant bitchy sneer.
He lay on his bed pumping his cock, imagining he was Gracie. Imagining he was the bully and desiring more.
Each time they had therapy, Martin would now dive into Gracie's mind and let her evil personality wash over him. He sucked it into himself - pushing out his own memories and thoughts to make room for more of Gracie's.
"Yessss, fucking infect me with your bitchiness," he hissed in pleasure as he eagerly fed on Gracie's wicked personality and mentally orgasmed.
"I'm a bitch, I'm an evil fucking bitch" he groaned in his mind, cumming again and again to the sensations of being a tight, bullying slut.
But as the sessions continued and Martin adopted more and more of Gracie's personality and memories he began to notice that she was acting weird too. She began dressing more demurely and her bullying, confident attitude began to fade. She even began to act more friendly towards Susan.
He began to realise that he was somehow draining Gracie's evil mind into himself. The memories, thoughts and feelings he was pushing out to make room were taking hold in her mind. Soon she would be a good girl trapped in a slutty bitch body and he would be a bitchy bully trapped in a mans body. This would never do...
Deactivating all the safeties on the therapy bands, they lay in Gracie's bedroom. Martin moaned as he entered Gracie's mind and felt one last moment of doubt. Could he really take it all? Could he absorb all of Gracie's remaining bitchy mind and BECOME her? Could he slide into this body and be the new driver, leaving her as the controller of his old body?
A memory of Susan, a memory of the love he once had for his daughter almost stopped him. Then an image of Susan kneeling at his feet begging for mercy made him groan in delight and he knew what he wanted.
"Give it all to me you bitch... your mind, your memories, your BODY! Ooooh fuckkkk yesssss!"
The duo convulsed, sparks flying from the transfer bands. Martin screamed in pleasure. He greedily sucked and sucked, drinking in and absorbing all of Gracie's memories. "Yessss I'm mmmmh a bully, I'm hot... I'm a girl! Yessss make me an evil princess!"
Martin's mind warped and buckled. Images of pink lingeire, of shopping with his girls of being a self-entitled brat overwhelmed him as he drew them into himself and pushed out his own memories. His sense of self, collapsed and the new Gracie purred as she felt the last remaining hold-outs of her old personality forced out.
She was a fucking bitch now. She remembered she had once been Martin, but this was soooo much better.
"Yesssss I feel sooo fucking good," she moaned flowing with a wicked grin into HER body. There was another mind in here, but it was weak and she tore it loose- hurling it back into the body she has just come from.
"Hahah fucking looooser," she gloated as she flowed into her body and took control. She groaned as she ripped the transfer band from her head and sat up.
Blonde hair fell around her head... HER blonde hair. She looked down and wiggled her pretty pedicured toes, giggled at the sight of her pert titties on her chest... the feel of her deliciously feminine body.
Gracie could taste lip gloss and smell Chanel perfume. She was all-girl now and she loved it. She was the Alpha Bully now.
"Wh... what did you do?" moaned a male voice and she turned to see Martin groggily rising from his seat.
Throwing the transfer band to the floor, Gracie brought a wedged heeled foot down on the delicate circuits- hearing them crunch and break forever.
"It's like simple loooooser. I'm like totally Gracie now and you're that fucking sad sac Martin. We swapped and if you like ever try to tell anyone I'll fucking destroy you. You like remember just enough I like hope to know I don't make threats."
"You evil slut, you mean I have to be a man? I can't remember anything other than I used to be you!"
"That's like right. Your life, your memories, your soul... they are like totally mine. OMG - you're the Daddy of that fucking loser Susan now."
"Susan... I... I love her?"
"Yeah you do, although part of you still hates and despises her, especially because losing this body is kind of all her fault. Mmmmh in fact, just because we swapped doesn't mean EVERYTHING has to be the same. How about you bully Susan too? Between the two of us we can make her life hell."
Grabbing Martin's cock - Gracie giggled as she began to stroke.
"Ughhhh that feels good. What are you doing?"
"Teaching you how to be a good boy for me. Let me give you some real therapy. This time just using my mouth and my tight body I'm like going to make you HATE your daughter again. I'm like gonna corrupt your soul baby until you're evil again."
Martin moaned as Gracie's pink bubblegum lips slid round his cock and she began to suck. Mmmmh being a man wasn't that bad after all. Under Gracie's tutelage he would learn to be an Alpha man and would soon enjoy the benefits of his new body.
Banging her tight pussy every chance he got would bring out the bastard in him and help turn him against his daughter. Not that she was really his daughter... was she?
Martin was confused - but as Gracie took control of him he realised it was simply easier to let her do the thinking.
After all, she was the trained therapist and SO good at sucking cock...
Fan:"So Tyler, is the rumour true that you will be reprising your role in Teen Wolf movie?"
Fans cheering, Tyler smiling
Jeff impatiently waiting for Tyler's answer
Tyler:"I guess the pack wouldn't be complete without Derek"
Fans loosing their mind over a another announced character in the new Teen Wolf movie
But someone is happier in a different way than all the fans combined. Someone's master plan is becoming real.
First day of shooting
Jeff:"Tyler, could you come to the set, please. We have to start rolling."
Tyler:"I'm sorry, it's about shooting Superman & Lois again. They want me to cut the hours on shooting Teen Wolf and come to them"
Jeff visibly angry:"Tyler? Could I speak to you for a minute in your trailer?"
Both entering. Tyler sits down on a chair
Tyler:"Look I can tell you're angry and I know I shouldn't have started the fight there, but you gave me no choice."
Jeff:"Oh don't worry about it. I'll make sure we're on the same page."
Jeff murmuring an incantation.
Tyler:"What are you...."
Jeff now waking up inside of Tyler's body.
Jeff:"An upgrade. Good. I have been lusting over this body for so long." Jeff looks to the camera of his phone. "Oh that's what I'm talking about baby"
Tyler:"How are you? What just happened?"
Jeff:"Don't worry about it. You won't remember any of this in a few seconds. You will feel like you have always been Jeff Davis. I'll wait for you to pick up all the memories and start acting as me. Then we'll talk"
Tyler:"I am not Jeff. I am... Jeff Hoech.... Jeff Davis. I am Jeff Davis."
Jeff:"Of course you are. And Jeff, sorry about the tantrum before. Of course I will finish the story with you. Superman can wait. And as an apology, would you be ok if I let you oil me up here for the next scene? I wanna look good and I know how much you like my muscles in action"
Jeff could see the visible boner his old body had while tracing his muscle lines, the ridges. Carefully placing the oil. Jeff wanted to play more, but the scene couldn't wait. Maybe he'll make his old body his own bitch later on. It's time to be the bad wolf now
And damn, did he now have the perfect body to play one. Maybe after this he should keep the body and continue as Superman. He could definitely get to do some interesting stuff
Two weeks later
Assistent:"Hey Tyler. So this was your last scene in the movie. I think there is something you should know. We found some sort of an altar in Jeff's trailer with your photos and other personal stuff. I thought you should know before leaving."
Jeff:"Thank you for letting me know"
Jeff to himself:"Fuck, I should have made sure he had no memories of his previous life. His mind is fighting for control through these moments. I can't keep him away from me, I wouldn't have control and he would still find a way. Maybe keeping him close as my personal slave... sorry assistent. Would be easier to manage"
Jeff:"So what do you think Jeff? Wanna stay close to me?"
Tyler:"Yes please. There is nothing I want more."
Jeff:"Good I need massage and I can tell you are dripping from only looking at my muscles"
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Letitia Wright in Black Mirror (2011) Black Museum
S4E6
A woman enters the Black Museum, where the proprietor tells his stories relating to the artifacts...
*Rolo Haynes (Douglas Hodge) mentions the elderly being downloaded into the cloud which may reference the plot of episode 3.4, San Junipero (2016).He also calls the hospital where the first two stories take place "St. Juniper", English for San Junipero, possibly the in-universe inspiration for the simulation's name.
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This post will contain evidence in picture format directly from the manga Naruto (1999 - 2014) created by Masashi Kishimoto and published by Shueisha in 1999. I will also use information from the official databooks of Naruto.
In this informative post will explain all the jutsu that Ino Yamanaka has used in canon, meaning this will only include techniques that the author of the manga and the novels, illustrated by Kishimoto, have given her.
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Sakura’s jutsu arsenal (with 24 techniques)
Hinata’s jutsu arsenal (with 10 techniques)
If we were able to detect consciousness and understand the process we could use it to first make neuronal networks with the process applied and then in super computers with the computational mass similar to the computational mass of a human brain - enabling the mind transfer.
If the super computers had downloaded the memories of the person and used the neuronal process of consciousness (within itself) we would probably be able to talk with the person as we knew them before the transfer (as who we are is actually a bunch of memories connected by the conviction of one continued and steady self).
But the problem might be - it wouldn’t be us. We, the consciousness that reads it, would no longer exist. This consciousness would not experience the transfer. It would be replaced with a new one. Any other person wouldn’t see the difference (from their perspective there would be none) - we would behave exactly like we did before as we would have same memories and experiences just managed by another consciousness (that would interpret them exactly as the old one).
It’s like with teleportation. To teleport you need to be destroyed in one place and rebuild in another. You would be exactly the same just made of different particles. Should it still be you? In some context yes.