minimalist_technician @minimalist_technician@mastodon.social
Yes. No. Maybe.
RIP, Harlan Ellison, you ur-cyberpunk mother fucker!
He's screaming at all underpaying Disney execucrats, forever, however mouthless, from six feet under.
teh fluXor is da sux0r!i!i!i!i!
I've always considering cloning and mind-reading déclassé.
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Maybe robots will carry their own customized DNA. If you put a 3D printer on the robot that uses nanotech to pluck necessary materials out of the atmosph--
Hold on somebody is at the door.
In the near future everyone will keep their business documents, family photo albums, tax returns, and album collections in their refrigerator.
hagrid: "you're a wizard, bansky"
banksy, in the voice of a belligerent british youth: "yo im a wha"
I have no restraint please help make me stop drawing Pokémon trainer AU
No matter which social network you're on, following a diverse group of people helps you taking a peek at the other side of your personal filter bubble.
You don't have to agree with everything and everyone, but please, at least try to listen to people and their opinions.
It will help you appreciate your own life, and may just make you a little wiser.
Our Power cannot be contained.
--"Lord of Light" by Roger Zelazny
"Take him on long walks through the countryside," said Yama. "Feed him delicacies. Stir his soul with poetry and song. Find him strong drink to drink—there is none here in the monastery. Garb him in bright-hued silks. Fetch him a courtesan or three. Submerge him in living again. It is only thus that he may be freed from the chains of God. Stupid of me not to have seen it sooner . . ."
"You have set your finger upon the thing I could not see," he acknowledged. "He has not yet fully returned, though he wears a body, walks upon human feet, talks as we do. His thought is still beyond our ken."
"What then shall we do?" repeated Ratri.
"He does study the object, considering its ways, in an effort to bind himself. He seeks within it an excuse to live. He tries once more to wrap himself within the fabric of Maya, the illusion of the world."
"I believe you are right, Tak!" It was Ratri who had spoken. "How can we assist him in his efforts?"
"I am not certain, mistress."
Yama nodded, his dark hair glistening in a bar of sunlight that fell across the narrow porch.
"See how he regards the seed he has set before him? Consider the wrinkling at the edges of his eyes."
"Yes? What of it?"
"He squints. Is his vision impaired?"
"It is not."
"Then why does he squint?"
"To better study the seed."
"Study? That is not the Way, as once he taught it. Yet he does study. He does not meditate, seeking within the object that which leads to release of the subject. No."
"What then does he do?"
"The reverse."
"The reverse?"
