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The Lunar Chronicles - Cyborgs
"The cyborg draft had been started by some royal research team a year ago. […] It was made out to be some sort of honor, giving your life for the good of humanity, but it was really just a reminder that cyborgs were not like everyone else. Many of them had been given a second chance at life by the generous hand of scientists and therefore owed their very existence to those who had created them.” -Marissa Meyer, Cinder
Various Cyber Soldiers 101
Cyborg Weapons of the Future: Genetically Engineering Animals for Espionage and War
DARPA’s call essentially launched a grand science fair, one designed to encourage innovation and tap into the competitive spirit of scientists around the country.
The agency invited researchers to submit proposals outlining how they’d create steerable insect cyborgs and promised to fund the most promising projects. What the agency wanted was a remote-controlled bug that could be steered to within five meters of a target. Ultimately, the insects would also need to carry surveillance equipment, such as microphones, cameras or gas sensors, and to transmit whatever data they collected back to military officials.
The pamphlet outlined one specific application for the robo-bugs — outfitted with chemical sensors, they could be used to detect traces of explosives in remote buildings or caves — and it’s easy to imagine other possible tasks for such cyborgs. Insect drones kitted out with video cameras could reveal whether a building is occupied and whether those inside are civilians or enemy combatants, while those with microphones could record sensitive conversations, becoming bugs that literally bugged you.
As far-fetched and improbable as DARPA’s dream of steerable robo-bugs sounds, a host of recent scientific breakthroughs means it’s likely to be far more successful than Acoustic Kitty was. The same advances that enabled the development of modern wildlife-tracking devices — the simultaneous decrease in size and increase in power of microprocessors, receivers and batteries — are making it possible to create true animal cyborgs.
By implanting these micromachines into animals’ bodies and brains, we can seize control of their movements and behaviors. Genetics provides new options, too, with scientists engineering animals whose nervous systems are easy to manipulate. Together, these and other developments mean that we can make tiny flying cyborgs — and a whole lot more.
Engineers, geneticists and neuroscientists are controlling animal minds in different ways and for different reasons, and their tools and techniques are becoming cheaper and easier for even us nonexperts to use. Before long, we may all be able to hijack animal bodies. The only question is whether we’ll want to.
(via Science-fiction turns real: Genetically engineering animals for war - Salon.com)
aspects of fictional genre : cyberpunk ↳ cybernetics + cyborgs
Cybernetics is a transdisciplinary approach for exploring regulatory systems, their structures, constraints, and possibilities. Cybernetics is relevant to the study of systems, such as mechanical, physical, biological, cognitive, and social systems. Cybernetics is applicable when a system being analyzed is involved in a closed signaling loop; that is, where action by the system generates some change in its environment and that change is reflected in that system in some manner (feedback) that triggers a system change, originally referred to as a “circular causal” relationship. Some say this is necessary to a cybernetic perspective. System dynamics, a related field, originated with applications of electrical engineering control theory to other kinds of simulation models (especially business systems) by Jay Forrester at MIT in the 1950s.
A cyborg, short for “cybernetic organism”, is a being with both organic and artificial parts. See for example biomaterials and bioelectronics. The term was coined in 1960 when Manfred Clynes and Nathan S. Kline used it in an article about the advantages of self-regulating human-machine systems in outer space. D. S. Halacy’s Cyborg: Evolution of the Superman in 1965 featured an introduction which spoke of a “new frontier” that was “not merely space, but more profoundly the relationship between ‘inner space’ to ‘outer space’ – a bridge…between mind and matter.”
H A R D E R B E T T E R F A S T E R S T R O N G E R a mix for transhumanists.
for matthew (x).
for humans weaving the constellations of technology through their very bones and for melding the flesh with electric stars. music to rewrite the codes of the soul, for recreating creation itself with the articulation of artificial intelligence so eloquent hymns will be sung in honour of it. for the coding of a new bible that opens up invulnerability and the endless cosmos alike: a new language to better understand the vast humanism that is the only thing that will truly raise them to great heights.
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talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
So, when I said that the new CD would probably make me want to write Cal - it's kind of true, but in the same way, it's making me want to write the beginnings of Wonderland, when it was just the Mathematician, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat, and the White Rabbit (who would later go on to be the Wizard, as there's a new White Rabbit after shit went down and it was viewed to be safer to separate and the WR went on to make Oz). The problem? The Mathematician is Jack Thayer and I've always played him older - and now I know about how he was when he was younger and -- Oops. His young muse wants to come out to play.
Every time Linkin Park comes out with a CD, from their first onwards - I always want to write my Tenebrae/Wonderland Anarchist characters. Since Hunting Party comes out tomorrow - welp, you'll see a bump in activity here because I get a lot of inspiration when I listen to music, and their new CD is probably going to provide a lot of needed rhythm and fodder for Mads. I'd say that you'd get Pantheras and the Tenebrae but that storyline is actually the inspiration that Mads and Wonderland gets for their own terrorist activity.
"'m not sharin', don't care if y're starvin'."
He rolled his eyes, waving a hand flippantly, “people think that now, can’t expect it to change—not even in the future apparently.”
“That’s still around? Gotta be—what? I don’t know, it’s fifty years now.” He shook his head, “if he’s the sacrifice might have to keep you here, but yeah, taking a look sounds fun.”
"Course not, history is screwed towards the victor," he grinned at the man, he was taking it well when it came to talking to an intruder who claimed that he was from the future. Still, he would like to go home eventually and no amount of clicking his heels together would work. "It's not - still around, I mean. Not fer me anyway, but I've been here a few days an' had nothin' to do until I could figure out how the System worked here and then ta-da. 'ere I am makin' all sorts of friends with the things that you create."
armouredmechanic:
"Good to know people remember me." Tony smirked, leaning against the table. "A legend even? Couldn’t be prouder."
He looked Mads up and down, “time travel? That’s a new one. Last person to show up in here without a welcome skipped universes.” A comment on the two references flashed by unsaid, he was paying more attention to the compatibility. “I could help with that.”
"Yeah but remember that sometimes legends make you out to be the bad guy. Depends on what side of the argument." Total technological advancement versus human rights. That was the problem he had to fight against. He grinned. "Time Travel," he said again. "No fun Blue Police Boxes though. Just through the System." He shrugged offhand. "Ya could look into it if you wanted. See if you could get it so I could have enough juice to go forward. Not sure, might have to sacrifice a goat, or Dummy."
whiterabbxt:
The Rabbit balanced himself. Not completely, no, because things didn’t work like that, things weren’t fair and nice and clean and complete and uncorrupted in a way that would permit him to balance himself out. The pulse beat behind his brow, day in and day out, but he was capable of keeping all the symptoms inside himself, and those symptoms cooked his brain like a fat, juicy steak. He was his parent’s child.
The screwdriver slowed, and the Rabbit set it on the table with deliberate sloth, peering up and over the edge of his grease-and-sweat-smudged glasses at the cipher who stood before him, positively tweaking out of his mind. The classic signs of withdrawal and pulse-madness, of which, the most powerful of ciphers would suffer from, double-time, and Cal was the most powerful of them all. The fact that he was having difficulty stringing words together was enough to bring the Rabbit to full stop, and he tossed the weakly flickering lens onto the pile of gears and circuits, rising from his teetering chair.
He flicked his hands out, stretching fingers and joints in a way that would drive the cuffs of his nice white shirtsleeves up to his forearms, that is, if he was used to wearing a suit. Since he wasn’t, it didn’t work, and he was forced to leave handprints all over his new shirt, careless and spiteful towards pretty clothes — he wrecked them as fast as he wrecked the world.
"Cal. Cal, my friend my sweetie my darling my poor handsome madman Cal, it is cycling in your head.” To which he stretched out his hands, dirtied as they were and slid his palms over the man’s ears, fingers locking around his skull so that he could tilt the man’s head down and force him to look away from their surroundings, down towards the ground because he had to be grounded. Like, now. “Let it go, okay?”
"I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll reach my hands into your head and rip out the cords and free you from the wires and you'll be a pure consciousness, and I'll kill you, I'll fuckin'..." he wanted to cover his eyes and look away from how the walls were bending and ignore how the floor had become like water, and if he wasn't careful he'd start sinking but he wouldn't sink because he'd float, right? it was his natural tendency to float. Things floated. He could float. A little vanilla ice-cream, some root beer, he'd be all set. He wanted to, in that moment, reach out and push his thumbs through Rabbit's eyes spear them on his nails and tear them out just to put them into his own head and see the world the way that Rabbit did. He wanted to, in that moment, pull the System from where it resided, bend it and command it in a stream of pure energy that would move into the form of the dragons that weaved on his body because he'd long since had their form and their power and it was just how long could he hold it tame before he became a Dragon himself? Red, Black, Bronze, Green - what about a color that'd yet to be named? He wanted to, in that moment, as Rabbit forced him to look at the ground, as he raised his hands and put them over the hands of the White Rabbit, pretend that he didn't have the capacity to do all that he wanted. He couldn't let it go, but with Rabbit's contact, a strong Mimic in his own right, the pulse faded enough to where he could pull away. "When'd I become a fuckin' Disney song?"
armouredmechanic:
Tony stared at the laugh, resisting an urge to cross his arms.
"Right. Well, Mads. I’m assuming you know who I am? They do? That’s nice to know."
He walked forward while he spoke, putting his jacket and tie down on a table, arc reactor dimly glowing through his shirt.
"Tony Stark. Genius. Complete and utter, untempered by madness, genius. Cover of newspapers and tabloids, yada yada, history bores me." He should have paid attention more in history class, but he didn't. "You're a legend where I'm from." Some would say a story, myth, some sort of poorly written fable without a moral but here he stood. "To be honest, and before ya ask, I literally got the streams crossed. Ended up here instead of there. Or was it there instead of here? Dunno, regardless. My technology is backwards compatible, your technology isn't forward compatible and no amount of clicking the red heels or drinking from the right bottle will make this right."