The Next Generation
EReidJ writes "Washingtonpost.com has a story about what biotechnology means to being post-human. While the article gets a little dorky at times, and the comic-book references somewhat over-the-top, it manages to penetrate well past the surface of what most articles would do. (And come on, admit it, how many of us have daydreamed well into our twenties about doing the kinds of things they only comic book heros can do?) They reference a lot of good material, talk to Kurzweil and Max Moore, and use the excellent Science Magazine issue on this subject for a lot of their material."
Pshaw! Us old-fogey thirty-somethings are planning on dreaming about super-hero antics until we're *really* old ... say, our forties. ;)
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.
When I'm an old man, I'll talk about how all the cyborgs are "pathetic posers for humans, since we didn't have extra arms and legs back in the GOOD days..." And it will be true. Of course, by then we'll have bionic ears, so people could choose to simply reduce the volumes on their microphone-ins and not hear me...
I don't want to grow up...
I'm a nano-tech kid.
Feel free to post your own verse and flesh this out as you see fit.
Hammer of Truth
i think it would be nice if i could be given a nice p4 implant and the bsa's auditing software installed on a small hard drive placed somewhere inconspicuous...with all necessary eula's in my wallet of course. Then I would like to get a usb (2.0!!) adapter grafted onto my finger. This would make me the perfect superhero poster-boy of the bsa. I could visit all of the offending companies, stick my finger where it didn't belong (in their usb slots of course) and audit them into submission... This is the behavior of a hero is it not??
I don't know about you, but I've often been accused of being pre-human :)
Are you retarded?
Do you work for hallmark?
Are you a retarded person who works for hallmark?
Most of us come to the crushing realization that life isn't going to be fun anymore. Then we troll slashdot. Then we die a violent alcohol-related death.
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pants ahoy
I'll be happy as long as I'm never a First Post Human.
OddManIn: A Game of guns and game theory.
I saw "post-human" and John K... in the post and...
And being able to fly/see through walls/regenerate/etc keeps me from being loved and loving exactly how?
Sure, the real world is much richer than the comic book one...flying would still be cool, though.
First of all, we'll discover a way to insure immortality through "uploading" our patterns into a computer database. The government will decide that it is best for all of us, and make it mandatory that we upload. Some people will want to remain human and form a rebel organization, let's call it the ARM while the rest form a giant hive mind we'll call the CORE. These two will fight it out in a great war that devastates everything into a state of "Total Annihilation".
This seems about as likely as anything Max More (people take this guy seriously?) has ever said.
It all comes down to what is going to get me laid more. Any question of why do you do something comes back to that one thing some where.
Why do I want this perl code to go faster? Ohh yea cause it will get me laid more.
Why do I use linux? Ohh yea cause it will get me laid more.
Perl code goes faster, get permotion, get more money, buy nicer car, take chicks out on dates.
Use linux, get better job, get more money, chicks dig money.
really, try to come up with anything you do that is not to get laid more. You just cant do it.
Paying taxes to buy civilization is like paying a hooker to buy love.
really, try to come up with anything you do that is not to get laid more. You just cant do it.
Have a kid.
The opposite of progress is congress
Well, when all our hair falls out due to ambient toxicity, we will get rid of the "lather, rinse, repeat" part. It'll be "wax on! wax off!" Progress marches on!
It is actually lather, rinse, repeat. If you think about it, lathering only works pre-rinse.
What have you been reading in the shower?
Karma: Good (despite my invention of the Karma: sig)