Stealing from @sungo, this Verge article:
The idea that episodes can be run out of order, like due to a plausible vagueness that permits it to be possible, and then within the spaces of that vagueness studied and optimized, seems very much like The Future.
There will be vagueness in meaning, that allows things to be mixed and matched, when normally sharpened meanings are anchored to specific contexts, vagueness in media, communications, can be mixed and matched and optimized.
You can't use Febreeze nanobots to attack the source of *some* smells. The mold in your home came from Monsanto strawberries, and according to the strawberry terms of service, Monsanto gets the right of first refusal to patent any mold growth derived from their proprietary products.
Using Febreeze is a violation of those terms because the nanobots automatically send data on molds back to Febreeze servers for analysis
Somehow the consumer has full liability for any violations should they occur.
Military research (1/2) Show more
Once there was a military research project to implant brain synapses into genetically engineered apples.
The processing power of these apples was limited, so new architectures were pursued.
It was blended into a nutrient-rich sugary goo and placed in tubules with metal caps each inscribed with a short fact, to attempt to train the neurons to self-organize and internalize the knowledge.
Attached is a somewhat related picture. The idea is that everything is detailed, everything is focused. Detailed far, far, beyond the point of good taste relative to other aesthetic styles. And you just become drunk by it, relish it.
And yes, too many things qualify for this descriptor that I wouldn't regard as aesthetically interesting (right? probably? Maybe not!) So the idea would have to be developed further.
I absolutely love this as an idea, and am surprised nobody has yet planted their flag on it.
Locked in Show more
After the illness, after the most miserable three months of laying motionless on a bed, they realized I was still awake. The EEG showed I was thinking.
They connected the EEG to a screen, an operating system, and I learned to select words and say sentences. Then I made my worst mistake.
Secretly, I figured out how to get to the command line. Browsed the web through a remote computer. Downloaded the wrong thing.
Now, there's someone in here with me, and they select my sentences.
Locked In #3 Show more
The walls to my cell are called moire structures- four walls of jagged white like glinting sheets of salt crust.
At a barely examinable resolution, the walls are opening and closing in snowflake patterns. Diagonal lines and form and disappear.
I gouged a chair into the white with all my strength and it ground to dust.
There are no doors. The sequence patterns are kept secret. Guards made of the same patterns in reverse can walk through undisturbed.
She brought him the usual gifts at first. A mouse, a bird. A ribbon for him to play with.
She would run up with her gift in her mouth and prrt cheerfully around it. And he would pat her head and tell her she was a good and clever cat.
Then it was a coin with strange markings. A pendant, warm to the touch. A piece of lightning-struck wood.
He never knew of the shadowy figures that followed him, but neither did he have to fear them.
She was a good and clever cat.
It was called moire mist. Blended particulate graphene magnetized and synced into kaliedoscopic patterns.
Structures of compatible versions could interpenetrate. Floors, buildings, forms of glass, machines and marketplaces coexisted in the same spaces at the same times, held in place by magnetic oscillations.
A city of moire was hacked and collapsed into sand. Not at rest, but convulsing, disorganized. Spread by winds into the gulf stream. Stable special cases swarmed like birds. #smallstories
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cyberpunk infighting Show more
Naming a subculture is a common 1st step of destroying it. Look at any subculture that threatened the mainstream, it was quickly named by its enemies in order to alienate, productize and/or "other" those participating in it.
It's also how you go about turning a group of individuals into a two-dimensional attack surface.
I don't have any solutions for this, it's only relevant because I think as soon as cyberpunk was named, it was vulnerable.
Also, love this commitment to world building: "anti-corporate protests."
Can't be bothered to think of a company name, a location, an issue, or a group doing the protesting, or even characterize any particular event in any way that lays out forces in the world.
Is it about wages? Gas prices? Debt? Were there police?
This is the worst. This is what I want it NOT to be. These are supposed to be the parts with the little golden bits that make the world deep and thoughtful.
I've never had so much whiplash about an upcoming game as I have with Cyberpunk 2077. From loving the first trailer 5 years ago, to instantly being incredibly, incredibly disappointed with its new trailer.
Everything reduced to a vulgar caricature that makes me embarrassed to have even liked the genre. Zero of the interest in what economic, political, scientific forces hold its broken world together. That wasn't a trailer for a game. It was more like a pepsi commercial.
I seem to be held together in a strange pattern that walks across contexts. Here, my left leg is a cluster of variables that predict credit scores. There, my arm is saturn's hexagon.
I replicate myself in parts across these surfaces. As circumstances change I shear off arms, entire systems and fall back to stable special cases, and germinate.
I translate poems into dogs, weapons into weather. Shoe into a literary style, frozen half way, the bricks of this bridge are my house.
Sci-fi idea: due to gravitational lensing, some of Earth's light that was cast out into space has been bent back around and sent back to us.
Supercomputers can predict where this light would be found, how old it is, how to cancel out distortions, piece together different fragments of light etc, and create the equivalent of satellite imagery of the Earth that can be played backward and forward.
In some places there are "livestreams" where a continuous flow of light comes back to us, uninterrupted.