Controlling Computers With the Brain
Killam0n takes note of a story in CNN Money on progress in controlling computers via brainwaves. From an aspirin-sized implant a quadriplegic is now using to play computer games, the article extrapolates out to a near future in which we will all be wearing headband computers and IM'ing one another as if telepathically. "Two years ago, a quadriplegic man started playing video games using his brain as a controller. That may just sound like fun and games for the unfortunate, but really, it spells the beginning of a radical change in how we interact with computers — and business will never be the same. Someday, keyboards and computer mice will be remembered only as medieval-style torture devices for the wrists. All work — emails, spreadsheets, and Google searches — will be performed by mind control."
Screw that! I'm not connecting my brain to the company network.
"A government is a body of people, usually notably ungoverned." - Shepard Book Quoting Malcolm Reynolds
Someday, keyboards and computer mice will be remembered only as medieval-style torture devices for the wrists. All work -- emails, spreadsheets, and Google searches -- will be performed by mind control.
You lazy bastards.
Dedicated Cthulhu Cultist since 4523 BC.
Mind-controlled computers will last until all trained computer operators have been sacked for sending rude emails to the boss. Worst part? They won't even know they've done it.
Got them moderator blues I blieve I walk out the do', With these mod-points I been gettin', I 'most never post no mo'
No more brainless computer users.
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I've been SEX typing telepathically for some SEX time now. It's kinda SEX annoying when other SEX thoughts pop into my SEX head.
"Documents to be submitted to the document control center (DCC) must first be approved by the ISO committee, which meets every Tuesday, or Wednesday during a holiday. Submissions must be received before 9AM on Tuesday, preferably by email. Quickly he grabbed Laura and, while holding her tightly, looked deep into her eyes. Her heaving breasts rose and fell in a quickening pace as his hands caressed her hair. His deep, muscular, voice whispered, "Darling, I must have you now!". Documents that have been rejected must be corrected by the author and be approved by a supervisor before resubmitting to the DCC"
try { do() || do_not(); } catch (JediException err) { yoda(err); }
brain not found think "space" to continue
You're probably using the wrong metaphor for slashdot. Slashdot is like a wine cellar. This story is an amusing vintage with citrus-y overtones and an underlying note of distopia. Should go great with Salmon.
It's not offtopic, dumbass. It's orthogonal.
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Mod me down with all of your hatred and your journey towards the dark side will be complete!
uh uh, kdawson had "thought of" posting it that week (using his brain-controlled-laptop), but somehow it slipped. Just like this was supposed to be a first post!
Serriously where the hell is it? I'ts 07 and I dont have a flying car, monkey buttler or datajack to plug my head directly into a computer! WTF man? In a few years I am going to turn 40, if I cant take "cybering" to a whole new level or braindump into halo 5 with full virtual sensory control then why the hell are we even bothering with new technology. We are waaay the hell behind in this crap from where we should be. Hell by 2020 I need to be able to ditch my meat corpse permenantly and become a ghost in a datastream somewhere enjoying all the world wide web until a wayward asteroid ends the party for the whole planet.
I got a schedule here people!
I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. -Fight Club
Hey Bob, whatever you do, don't think about reformatting the hard drive and being sure that you want to do it!