That was a reference to another kind of brain surgery which had once been highly controversial: NGR. Neural gender reassignment. People born with a mismatch between neural and physical gender had been able to have their bodies resculpted – with increasing precision – for almost a century. In the twenties, though, another option had become feasible: changing the gender of the brain; altering the hardwired neural map of the body image to bring it into line with the existing flesh and blood. Many people – including many transsexuals – had campaigned passionately against legalizing NGR, fearing coercion, or surgery carried out on infants. By the forties, though, it had become generally accepted as a legitimate option, freely chosen by about twenty per cent of transsexuals.

I’d interviewed people undergoing every kind of reassignment operation, for Gender Scrutiny Overload . One neural man born with a female body had proclaimed ecstatically – after being resculpted en-male – “This is it! I’m free, I’m home!” And another – who’d opted for NGR – had gazed into a mirror at her unchanged face and said, “It’s like I’ve broken out of some kind of dream, some kind of hallucination, and I can finally see myself as I really am.” Judging from audience feedback to Gender , the analogy would attract enormous sympathy – if it was allowed to stand.

I said, “The endpoint of either operation on transsexuals is a healthy man or woman. That’s hardly the same as becoming autistic.”

Rourke countered, “But we do suffer a mismatch, just like transsexuals. Not between body and brain – but between the drive for intimacy, and the inability to attain it. No one – save a few religious fundamentalists – would be cruel enough to tell a transsexual that they’ll just have to learn to live with what they are, and that medical intervention would be a wicked self-indulgence.”

“But no one’s stopping you from choosing medical intervention. The graft is legal. And success rates are sure to improve.”

“And as I’ve said, VA don’t oppose that. For some people, it’s the right choice.”

“But how can it ever be the wrong choice? ”

Rourke hesitated. No doubt he’d scripted and rehearsed everything he’d wanted to say – but this was the heart of it. To have any hope of winning support for his cause, he was going to have to make the audience understand why he did not want to be cured.

He said carefully, “Many fully autistic people suffer additional brain damage, and various kinds of mental retardation. In general, we don’t. Whatever damage we’ve suffered to Lamont’s area, most of us are intelligent enough to understand our own condition. We know that non-autistic people are capable of believing that they’ve achieved intimacy. But in VA, we’ve decided we’d be better off without that talent.”

“Why better off?”

“Because it’s a talent for self-deception.”