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Intron Depot 1 Artbook - Ghost in the Shell
Oh wow…Lovecraft and Philip K Dick have been jamming on acid in the afterlife:
The classic science fiction trope of brain-in-a-jar appears in many forms: the disembodied human intelligence sustained by machines in Donovan’s Brain, the grotesque preserved heads and laboratory minds of old pulp horror and B-movies, and the philosophical nightmare of The Matrix, where consciousness survives inside an artificial reality while the body is reduced to biological hardware. In each version, the central terror is the same: a mind severed from ordinary life, kept alive by technology, trapped somewhere between person, specimen, and machine.
That fantasy has begun to move, uneasily, from pulp imagination into the outer edges of modern science. Researchers are now growing brain organoids: tiny clusters of human brain-like tissue developed from stem cells, capable of forming neural structures, producing electrical activity, and in some cases connecting with computational systems. These are not conscious minds preserved in glass, nor are they miniature human brains in any complete sense, but they represent a profound shift in what can be created, studied, and sustained outside the body.
The most unsettling implication is philosophical rather than merely technical. Science has not produced a trapped human consciousness, but it has produced living neural systems that learn, respond, signal, and imitate some of the architecture of thought. The old image of a brain suspended in fluid once belonged to horror films and speculative fiction. Now it lingers at the edge of laboratory reality, forcing us to ask where mere tissue ends and moral significance begins. The jar may be real; the ghost inside it remains unproven.
Oh wow…Lovecraft and Philip K Dick have been jamming on acid in the afterlife:
The classic science fiction trope of brain-in-a-jar appears in many forms: the disembodied human intelligence sustained by machines in Donovan’s Brain, the grotesque preserved heads and laboratory minds of old pulp horror and B-movies, and the philosophical nightmare of The Matrix, where consciousness survives inside an artificial reality while the body is reduced to biological hardware. In each version, the central terror is the same: a mind severed from ordinary life, kept alive by technology, trapped somewhere between person, specimen, and machine.
That fantasy has begun to move, uneasily, from pulp imagination into the outer edges of modern science. Researchers are now growing brain organoids: tiny clusters of human brain-like tissue developed from stem cells, capable of forming neural structures, producing electrical activity, and in some cases connecting with computational systems. These are not conscious minds preserved in glass, nor are they miniature human brains in any complete sense, but they represent a profound shift in what can be created, studied, and sustained outside the body.
The most unsettling implication is philosophical rather than merely technical. Science has not produced a trapped human consciousness, but it has produced living neural systems that learn, respond, signal, and imitate some of the architecture of thought. The old image of a brain suspended in fluid once belonged to horror films and speculative fiction. Now it lingers at the edge of laboratory reality, forcing us to ask where mere tissue ends and moral significance begins. The jar may be real; the ghost inside it remains unproven.
Some scenes I’m looking forward to seeing in the new Ghost in the Shell anime
Somebody got Shirow's wacky sense of humor right in Dominion Tank Police, so why shouldn't they try it with Ghost in the Shell?
Moetoko Kusanagi.
Motoko Coolsanagi
Motok-Oh. Uh.. Um... Ah.............
i just fucked the great pyramid of giza
egyptian government wasn't watching so i made love to it so sensually
dudes online used to spend 72 hours on photoshop uninterrupted editing people’s faces to look scary and we called the finished product some shit like jeff the killer and put him in spirit halloween and on wikipedia These days you open tumblr and top of dash is a 42 note edit of jerma’s face so fucked up looking that it could’ve been used to texture a corpse in a y2k valve game and you get a little nauseous and otherwise just keep scrolling. and this is known as “a tuesday
A standard porno with the bad acting and music and whatnot but partway through the action the camera pans to a millipede and hunting spider locked in a duel for survival, the sounds of sex fade out and the scene in the background blurs, epic battle music starts to play
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there may be An App For That™, but have you considered that there is also very likely a Parasitoid Wasp For That™
this one is for Juniper Blessing.
this isn’t about mermay, really. you can grab the free png on my patreon. print it out if you can and remember her name.
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Ryan Gosling’s career has just been one long quest to climb the Warner Bros water tower
that man has been trying to climb this tower since he was 16. he has asked multiple times, and every time they said no, but now he’s famous enough & variety was able to convince them to do a shoot on the tower. it all led here. it was all for this.
I’m obsessed with the implication that this was a coming-of-age ritual where a boy becomes a man, like a bar mitzvah
how life feels when there's a sicko on the same disgusting freak wavelength as you
Royal flush!
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