#cybernetic hypothesis
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We don’t want more transparency or more democracy. There is quite enough of both. On the contrary, we want more opacity and more intensity
Tiqqun, The Cybernetic Hypothesis, pg. 91
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The sound of the harmonica sounded out through the prison, a lonesome warble that sang a song of freedom frustrated.
“I thought,” said the cyber-warden, adjusting her aural implants, “that the forcefields were sound-proofed now? Didn’t we have a whole seminar about insulating the guards from distressing interrogation noise to protect their mental health?”
The strains of a soulful prisoner bemoaning their state via the tickling of sound waves continued.
“Unfortunately, Warden,” replied CAR (the Carceration Automation Robot who administered the prison station), “the sound waves of that instrument vibrate at a frequency that bypasses our fields.”
“That seems unlikely, CAR.”
“If you think that’s unlikely, sir, allow me to play you the readings my drones picked up in an orbit from outside the station.”
A drone dipped into the station’s control centre via an air duct. It proceeded to play a series of muffled-but-maudlin notes that harmonised surprisingly well with the prisoner’s current tune.
“This was echoing through the vacuum of space?”
The warden’s face was impassive, but her cybernetic eye displayed a single pixelated interrobang.
“Quite so, sir.” CAR had no eyebrows but somehow still managed to arch one. “Impossible, but somehow still so.”
“Okay … how about we confiscate the instrument? We institute a strict instrumental interdict. A musical moratorium. A prison blues ban.”
“We have attempted this, sir. Somehow, the prisoner always finds a new one.”
“How?”
“It defies logic. My working hypothesis is that it is a universal axiom. A certain kind of person, when confined to a cell, will simply *have* an instrument.”
“It’s damaging my calm, CAR.” Without thinking, the cyber-warden casually stress-ordered a new round of mandatory improv classes for all inmates. “They really put the *harm* in harmonica.”
“And yet the prisoner seems to find it quite calming, sir. You could say they find it to be a ‘heal-onica.’”
The warden sighed a sigh that foretold a great deal of distressed prisoner sounds that the guards would, thankfully, be insulated from.
“Find a way to stop the authority-forsaken noise. That’s an order. Or you will find the prisoner is not the only one who can make harm-on-a-CAR appear out of nowhere.”
“Very good, warden.”
In their cell, an entity grinned. This entity always had a harmonica. This entity made music that could always be heard.
And its solitary song sounded out a slice of madness in the key of C.
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Alright. Here are my notes on how the Experiments path would work.
Obviously not done.
Chapter 2: the Experiment
Featuring Voice of the Fascinated
Chapter 1: The Cabin
Choose to ask what she has been eating or drinking if she has been down in the basement for so long.
Retreat silently to a safe distance, outside of her reach, and begin making more detailed observations of her.
Ignore both of them and scratch your hypothesis onto the floor with your knife.
Princess will gnaw off hand off screen to attack someone who seems to no longer care about her or her freedom.
Give up.
Chapter 2: The Experiment
Fascinated speaks aloud about theory. Suggests that the "Princess" must be some form of augmented lifeform. With internal cybernetic enhancements to prevent her from needing to eat and surpassing the pain receptors in her nervous system.
Narrator is horrified at what the Fascinated is creating through belief.
Hero appreciated the observant nature of the Fascinated.
Fascinated expresses eagerness at returning to the cabin to further make observations of the Experiment. Suggests a vivisection.
Narrator chastises Fascinated, says to only kill not study.
Hero is unnerved at the Fascinated detached and dehumanizing way of speaking about the princess. Tries to remind Fascinated of her humanity.
Fascinated denies the princesses humanity and insults the Hero for being concerned about someone who just murdered us.
Cabin interior resembles office building waiting room. Pristine bladed where it should be.
Fascinated cares about the mirror, is not upset but intrigued by its disappearance.
Stairs will be a escalator.
Princess will sound robotic, (similar to how Spectre has two voices so will Experiment. One human and the other robotic.)
Fascinated will begin trying to further theory craft but be silenced by Hero.
Bottom of stairs reveal bottom of basement to be classic sci-fi (think Frankenstein and star trek fused) laboratory. With Experiment no longer chained but inside of massive glass tube. (Think Mewtwo)
Experiment will have right arm (arm with the hand she chewed off.) Completely replaced by mechanical arm. (Bulky and industrial looking. With a pair of clamps instead of a hand at the end.)
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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed
Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort
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Summary: In the aftermath of Detroit's android revolution, Nines grapples with the complexities of his newfound deviancy. As he seeks to establish his place in a newly transformed society, his resolve is put to the ultimate test when he is paired with Detective Gavin Reed-a notoriously volatile human with a well-established hatred for androids-to investigate a series of murders.
While initial impressions of his partner seem to suggest his reputation is well-deserved, the more time Nines spends with him, the more he is forced to challenge his judgments. As they form an unexpected bond, the RK900 is also pushed to examine truths about himself he would much rather seek to forget. (A Retelling of 'More Than Our Parts' from the POV of Nines.)
Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self, Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut
Word Count: 5.2K
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Nines sat at his workstation, methodically sifting through the findings from yesterday's case. He scrutinised each gruesome detail, hoping to discern anything that might have been overlooked. Sander's Team would need time to analyse the forensic samples, but he doubted this would amount to anything significant.
The attack had been frustratingly contained, with the culprit leaving little trace of themself—save a deliberately constructed path of carnage. To avoid wasting time, Nines decided to utilise what limited information they had available to craft a more detailed suspect profile:
> ACCESSING FILE 'HARTWELL SUSPECT.'
> COMMENCING PROCESS — CRIMINOLOGICAL ANALYSIS…
> PATH ESTABLISHED.
> ASSAILANT POSED AS CLIENT — SUSPICION OF VICTIM NOT IMMEDIATELY TRIGGERED.
[ REFER TO INTERNAL FILE 'jason_Hr400_personalorganiser']
> ALIAS' THOD GRAWS' — SINGLE INDIVIDUAL STATED — SCENE EVIDENCE INCONSISTENT WITH ADDITIONAL ACCOMPLICES.
> SUFFICIENTLY STRONG TO LIFT AND MANEUVER MODEL HR400 ANDROID.
> ANTI-ANDROID RHETORIC EXPRESSED IN THE FORM OF VANDALISM — THIRIUM MESSAGE LEFT FOR DISCOVERY BY INVESTIGATIVE UNIT.
With consideration for all relevant details, an overview was starting to take shape—outlined in the expanding BIOS filling the scope of his optical field:
> HARTWELL SUSPECT PROFILE — UPDATE IN PROGRESS.
> ANALYTICAL HYPOTHESIS COMMENCED.
> GENERATING RESULTS…
> HUMAN MALE. 20 — 40 YRS.
[ MATCHES TYPICAL CLIENTELE PROFILE ]
> ABOVE AVERAGE PHYSICAL CAPABILITIES — LARGE OR MUSCULAR BUILD.
> PRE-ESTABLISHED KNOWLEDGE OF ROBOTICS / CYBERNETICS — INCLUDING MECHANICS OF CYBERLIFE ANDROIDS.
> PREDICTING MOTIVATION…
The RK900 felt his neural functions stall temporarily as he decided on the trajectory of his ongoing analysis. Of course, the primary motivation seemed obvious. There was little room for interpretation left in the culprit's messages.
However, there seemed to be a little more at play. A deeper lining prejudice, far more implicit than might have been initially apparent. He considered the killer's choice of language, as well as the positioning used when presenting the body for discovery…
> BASED ON RHETORICAL EVIDENCE LEFT AT THE SCENE :
> SUSPECTS HOLD STRONG ANTI-ANDROID SENTIMENTS.
> STANCE MAY BE INFLUENCED BY ESTABLISHED RELIGIOUS BELIEFS OR SIMILAR IDEOLOGIES.
> POSSIBLE DISILLUSIONMENT WITH CYBERLIFE AS A WIDER INSTITUTION? EVIDENCE INSUFFICIENT — TO BE DETERMINED.
> HARTWELL SUSPECT PROFILE UPDATED.
Of course, the more detailed nuances of the killer's motivation were far from their primary concern right now. More pressing was the growing indication of prior offences—as if the same degree of care had been applied to their previous attacks, Nines could only wonder just how long they had been operating whilst evading detainment.
With the suspect profile at the forefront of his mind, Nines scanned his hand on the terminal and began cross-referencing the findings with recent DPD records of android-focused attacks. If any patterns could be established, which he suspected was likely, he at the very least hoped it would shed some light on their killer's operations, making catching up to them easier—
"—Shit!"
Unsurprisingly, the urgency of this task appeared to have eluded his partner.
With a survey of their shared workstation, he observed as the man fumbled callously with his third caffeinated beverage of the morning. A viscous glob of brown liquid dribbled down his chin as a reddened hand frantically swatted at his protruding tongue. It would appear the beverage had been hot, an observation only made after testing it with his mouth.
Even amidst the continuous bustle of the precinct, Reed's antics proved a prominent distraction. It might have been considered impressive, were it not so irritating.
"I sense that you are stressed, Detective," the android coolly remarked, averting his attention from the tragic display. "Perhaps a walk around the station may help to relieve some tension."
In all honesty, concern for the man's well-being formed very little part of this suggestion. He simply hoped that the time it would take for him to walk around the building would prove sufficient for him to filter the pungent aromatic compounds jamming his olfactory processors.
Regrettably, Reed proved less than receptive in granting him such relief. "Go fuck yourself."
Nines could only assume this rejection was made purely out of spite. The mantra he had been fighting to maintain up until this point, 'making the most' of his current situation, was becoming less of a persistent challenge and more of a statistical impossibility.
His partner's presence grated on him like an unbearable itch, and it seemed to matter little if he chose to scratch or endure. Gavin Reed was an affliction that refused to be managed.
Even after the coffee debacle, the android found his receptors barraged with multiple other nuisances. Constant physical and verbal tics—including the perpetual bounce of his leg, as well as frequent grumbled vulgarities. It inspired fantasies of reaching across the desk, robbing the man's ability to engage in such behaviours with targeted pressure to his neck.
With considerable personal restraint, he managed to resist the urge. Unlike his partner, he wished to keep his records clear of extraneous assault charges. There was also no way of confirming what passive enjoyment Reed might garner from such a reaction—perhaps some twisted sense of pride or a masochistic thrill.
rA9 knew humans derived pleasure from the strangest of things. After all the material he had been unwittingly subjected to via the Hartwell victim's personal organiser, the android concluded he'd rather not delve into that particular aspect of his partner's psyche.
After an extended period of scrolling on his phone, Reed's concentration moved reluctantly to his neglected terminal—albeit 'concentrating' could be considered a generous descriptor. Nothing about his actions demonstrated any degree of motivation beyond upholding a flimsy facade of appearing to be working. He lounged lazily in his chair, tapping his fingers in listless plods against his keyboard.
With each monotonous clack, Nines could feel the weight of his complacency bearing heavily on his shoulders. Were he to delay the finalising of their reports any longer, the RK900 would simply be forced to—
"What is your name anyway?" Reed said suddenly. His eyes flitted towards the android, honed attentively whilst paradoxically devoid of any meaningful thought or engagement. "Don't think you ever bothered to tell me."
In contrast to the man's slackened jaw, Nines felt his own lock in exasperation. Rather than waste time on the question, he could have easily secured the desired information from the readily accessible staff records. Clearly, the process of opening a second tab on his computer proved far too mentally tasking.
"My model number is sufficient," he responded, in a far greater show of agreeability than was deserved.
Despite this, the answer failed to satisfy his partner. He could not help but notice that Reed had proceeded to mimic his words, jutting his chin towards the ceiling as he flapped his lips in large, animated movements. It was a bizarre performance—for which Nines was uncertain who the intended audience had been.
He prevented the pantomime from encroaching further into his optical field as he returned focus to the still-opened pathways pertaining to their case. The next logical step seemed to be comparing the Hartwell case to similar unsolved incidents. If any comparisons could be drawn, it may allow them to discern patterns in the killer's activities and determine an area of operation in which to focus their search.
With the criteria calibrated, the Hartwell documents were procedurally checked against the wider criminal database. A surreal kaleidoscope of shattered plastic, detached limbs and vibrant streaks of blue filled his vision—blinding him periodically. Their prevalence was alarming, as were the many parallels he was swiftly able to draw.
It had become apparent that the killer hadn't just committed crimes against androids before, he was a seasoned professional.
"When looking at the findings from the HR400 case, there are seven near-identical homicides that have occurred within a 10-mile radius." He directed his attention to Reed as the data faded from view, confining itself to his terminal monitor. "As well as fifteen further assault or harassment reports with notable similarities."
The man raised his brows at the revelation before his eyes rolled in a curt dismissal. "So what? Doesn't mean they're connected."
Nines felt his tested patience dwindle further as he was taken by an impulse to thump a head onto the table. Either his own or Reed's—he hadn't decided yet. Perhaps if he were to opt for the latter, it may inadvertently knock some sense into the thoroughly detestable man.
"Our suspect works carefully not to incriminate themselves, leaving little to no DNA evidence." In hopes a visual may circumvent his partner's inability to employ basic reasoning, he turned his monitor in his direction. "They do, however, enjoy leaving calling cards for the police..."
He descended through the contents of the page, watching as Reed's expression fell in line with the grotesque text and images. Reflections of synthetic gore shone ominously against his pupils, until they started to narrow, focusing on the images. No doubt some form of dormant reflex developed from his time of the force. An understanding that he ought to pay attention, even if he didn't want to.
Hoping it might prove the catalyst for progress, Nines pressed a little further. "The handwriting is consistent across the crime scenes." He pointed his finger in line with a few of the killer's scrawlings, outlining the similarities in the gnarled letters.
"... That's all well and good, but the fuck are we supposed to do with a handwriting sample in 2039?" His tenuously held interest had already waned. Reed began picking at the corner of his mouse mat, rolling a ball of dislodged foam between his fingertips. "If that's all we have to work with, then we're royally screwed."
Nines slumped back in his seat, feeling entirely defeated. His grip tightened on the screen as he forcefully returned it to its original position. As his fingers burrowed into the flimsy chrome plating, it began to warp beneath his hold. By the time he realised what he had done, he was dismayed to discover that the action had left a series of prominent indents.
"If you were to review the files yourself, perhaps you might find something of greater significance."
There was a brief hush as Reed stilled completely. The ambient sounds of the precinct became the only noise shared between them—methodic typing and the mumbled chatter between co-workers. Then, a harsh demand cut through, like a final stone cast at the crumbling foundations of the android's composure.
"Come again?"
If their short partnership had demonstrated anything, it was that Reed's contentious reputation was more than deserved. First impressions could be misleading, but in his partner's case, they had proved incredibly efficient in demonstrating the calibre of man he was.
Were Reed an android, he would have been deactivated long ago—the only consistency in his erraticism being his enduring cruelty and arrogance. No doubt this stemmed from some perceived dissatisfaction in his own personal or professional life, the fault for which was undoubtedly his.
"You have worked here for significantly longer than me, yet you seem to lack all the prerequisite skills to fulfil your duties." There was a stir of movement as the android detected a steady rise in the man's respiratory rate. "Perhaps this would explain why you are so consistently passed up for progression opportunities, not to mention promotion—"
There was a harsh strike against the desk, rattling its already unsteady foundations. Reed sat with his palms sprawled on the scuffed veneer surface, before he pushed against it, hauling himself to his feet. Leaving his chair, the man was practically foaming at the mouth with ill-concealed anger. His nostrils flared wide, and his head bucked forward, similar to an irate bull.
"Where do you get off telling me how to do my job?"
Nines was more than happy to elaborate on the less-than-stellar overview he had constructed of Detective Reed. Perhaps it might provide the man with some valuable self insight, of which he clearly lacked any.
"I am the most advanced model that CyberLife has ever created. I was programmed to assist in police investigations, with my performance continuously adjusted and monitored to uphold exceptionally high standards. I know incompetence when I see it."
Reed took immediate and hostile issue with the criticism. Even if Nines had not been able to detect the change in his vitals, the reflective tensing of his muscles—in particular the hostile curling of fingers against his palms—was more than telling of his intentions.
"Is it in your damn programming to be such a prick all the time?"
"I am simply being honest."
The warning signs soon came to fruition, with almost comedic predictability. "They should have left you in the warehouse to rot, you fucking machine—"
As Reed's fist hurtled towards him, Nines intercepted it in a fluid motion. His hand closed around the man's wrist, applying pressure like the centralised force of a hydraulic press. He then pinned it firmly to the desk, preventing any further momentum.
Clearly, the human had been spoiled by the restraint shown by his previous android targets. His rush of adrenaline seemed to taper instantly, as he took note of the wrenching hold riveting him in place.
Nines observed with curiosity as signals of pain sent twitches through the human's muscles. His skin felt spongey and delicate, melding itself to his tightly wound fingers with remarkable ease. He could feel the beat of his pulse racing through the fleshy guard. A final, damning confirmation of just how fragile he truly was.
"Let go of me, you piece of—!"
"You are fortunate that I am not willing to fight you," the android interrupted, his contemptuous tone laden with ice. "Had I been, your hand would be broken."
It was clear Reed had started to realise the gravity of his mistake as his scornful eyes widened in wake of the threat. The machine restraining him possessed more control over the situation than he could have ever comprehended. It could not be swayed by insults or threats, nor overpowered by any degree of force.
Despite his continued resistance, there was fear brimming in his gaze. It eclipsed all traces of zeal and bravado, as he realised just how easily Nines could have destroyed him in the pursuit of defending himself.
"...Let go."
To ensure the message was well received and that no further aggression was attempted, Nines leaned forward—positioning his mouth just above the shell of the man's ear.
"Even if I were to let you hit me, is the fleeting satisfaction you would feel worth losing your career over? People are watching Detective Reed. I would consider your next move carefully."
His pride had been wounded, remnants leaking through the cracks of his narrowed eyes. He didn't want to stop fighting; that much was obvious, but even Reed—in all his irrationality—could recognise its futility.
Once his body was completely still, and the beat of the pulse against his sensor pads had begun to slow, Nines decided to release him. The man yanked his arm back quickly as he pawed at the reddened imprints left on his wrist.
Anger permeated his every syllable once he had regained the needed composure to speak. The words slicing the air like a guillotine, spurred by the cutting edge of his tongue. "If you ever pull a stunt like this again, I don't care what happens to me. I will fucking murder you."
It was clear how desperately the man wished for his threats to hold any weight. Nines, on the other hand, have never felt less intimidated in his life. He smoothly dismissed the notion, resisting the assured smirk threatening to curl his lips. "As we have just established, you couldn't hurt me even if you tried."
> INCOMING TRANSMISSION.
RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87
I haven't heard from you in a while.
Is everything okay?
His encroaching smile vanished completely as a new irritation presented itself—formed in the sudden pop-up on his HUD. Naturally, RK800 would feel inclined to check in. He'd want to know how things were progressing with Nines and his new partner.
As much as Nines appreciated the vigilance came from a place of concern, he couldn't help but find it a little intrusive. Like he was a small child, being kept under constant check by a protective older sibling.
RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51
Everything is fine.
I am currently discussing case findings with Detective Reed.
RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87
Are you sure about that?
Seems like quite a violent discussion.
RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 >> RK800 #313 248 317 - 51
I have no idea what you are talking about.
The situation is under control. You've no cause for concern.
RK800 #313 248 317 - 51 >> RK900 #313 248 317 - 87
Nines, I am standing by your desk.
"Detective Reed, RK900."
RK800 then spoke aloud, allowing the human to be privy to their ongoing interactions. Nines wished he hadn't bothered.
As if Reed wasn't already in a foul enough mood, the introduction of a second android seemed to tip him over the edge. He looked ready to lash out again or, at the very least, attempt to, with RK800 his new target of focus. "What the fuck do you want, dipshit?"
A small step was made away from Nines and towards his predecessor, to which the former was immediately on guard. It was clear the man had learnt nothing from their recent exchange, the exercise in synthetic superiority unable to pierce his long-standing fog of prejudice.
That being said, should the man attempt to lay hands on RK800, Nines would resolve to make sure the lesson was learned—in spite of any concerns regarding his behavioural record.
RK800 glanced at the younger android before subtly shaking his head, an assurance he had things under control. He then focused his attention on Reed, tracking his movements with a cranial tilt as a polite smile spread on his lips.
"I understand that you've been assigned to investigate the murder of a former Traci. I was wondering what you'd learnt so far."
"What's it to ya?" the man spat back, his growing disdain more than apparent in the unsightly wrinkle of his nose. "Don't you and Anderson have your own cases you need to work on?"
"We do…but I will admit I have taken an interest in this particular crime."
RK800 paused, his LED flickering yellow as he deliberated on his ongoing approach. Then his dark eyes began to soften, the product of a manipulation protocol Nines was certain had served him well in many previous interactions.
"I understand that it shares similarities with other recent attacks?" His voice was smooth and honeyed as he continued to speak, tinged with an endearing curiosity.
It seemed Reed was entirely immune to its appeal. He crossed his arms, as his lips pulled shut in a tightly pinched grimace. A firm indication that he would not be sharing any information with the android, regardless of how personable his approach may be.
Before RK800 had a chance to start batting his eyelashes, Nines spared them all the performance by firmly stepping forward, positioning himself between the detective and his predecessor.
"Several." He then retracted the skin of his palm, holding it upright as a silent indication of his intended exchange method. While RK800 eventually complied, he did so with an uncertain glance at the man beside them.
Their palms met, and the precinct was gone—disappearing from sight
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I don't care about spoilers - what is the Borg Semen Hypothesis?
Alrighty, so, in the latest season of Star Trek: Picard, it turns out that Jean-Luc and Beverly have an adult son named Jack. Jack has something going on with him that they've been teasing for the last six episodes; something that makes him see weird, viscera-looking things and mysterious red doors, that causes his irises to light up red, that gives him improbable combat abilities and the ability to telepathically assume control of other people's bodies.
We know that what's going on with Jack is in some way related to Picard--in particular, to the brain abnormality that he had in "All Good Things," which it turns out, may not have been Irrumodic Syndrome after all, but which is also present in Jack's brain.
So the Borg Semen Hypothesis, in its most general form, goes something like this: the syndrome in Picard's brain is actually related to something that the Borg did to him when he was Locutus. This either altered him on a subtle genetic level or it left some residual Borg nanotech in his system that was passed onto his son. In some versions of the hypothesis, they speculate that the Borg, or even Locutus "himself*", might somehow be behind the Rogue Changelings, who are the main enemies this season.
The evidence for it, such as it is:
When Jack sees the viscera for the first time, he's looking at Seven of Nine (an ex-Borg)
Improbable combat abilities and glowing red eyes (after a fashion) have been exhibited by Borg drones
The ability to infiltrate other people's brains and take control of their bodies is basically what the Borg do (albeit cybernetically, rather than telepathically)
When Jack surrendered to the villain Vadic in episode 8, he said "There's no point resisting" (which is, of course, just a paraphrase of "Resistance is Futile")
When Vadic is about to tell him what he is, she says that it's appropriate that Seven should be on-hand for the big reveal
He notes having felt lonely for his entire life, which is generally how Borg get when they're severed from the Collective
Vadic asks him if he can hear "so many voices," which is of course another Borg thing
Everyone has been talking about Locutus all season long
The evidence against it:
It seems kinda dumb?
The Borg have never operated organically or telepathically before
The "Borg are behind the whole thing!" variant runs into the problem that the Borg really aren't well-known for their subtle planning or lateral thinking abillity
They introduced a whole, separate Borg Collective in the previous season that's allied with the Federation and they haven't mentioned it this year, so it seems kind of ridiculous to not involve them if they're bringing back the OG Borg (although not any more ridiculous than some of the other plotting decisions that this series has made)
So yeah: Borg Semen Hypothesis.
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*I really dislike this part of the theory, because the whole point of Locutus is that "he" isn't a person, he's a subroutine of the Borg hivemind
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Short DP X DC Prompts #130
Tucker is assigned an english project to send an email to your favorite hero and write about how they inspired you to become a better person. He chooses Cyborg. In a reply email he asks the league member about his motherbox tech and has an almost spot on hypothesis on how his cybernetic body works. Cyborg is impressed and decides to email back this kid.
Timeskip a few months and Tucker is invited to meet up with Cyborg to chat in Jump City.
#cyborg#victor stone#tucker foley#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc#dc comics#danny phantom#writing prompts#dp x dc prompt#prompts#bones prompts
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Am I the asshole for continuously trying to kill the woman my coworker says I love?
Right, I know it sounds very bad, but listen to me
For some context, I work for an technological research company that also doubles as a private military agency. It is also worth noting that me and all my coworkers posess cybernetic enhancements to help us execute our duties, making us essentially cyborgs. Furthermore, we have been sometimes labeled as "terrorists" and have caused our fair share of destruction, but all are allegations.
Now, mind you, I am only telling you this for context, so I would like to request that you leave the debatable-terrorism aside when casting your judgement.
You see, we have... "rivals" of sorts. Members of another... I'm not sure if it's a company. Anyway, they ARE our rivals and arch-nemesises, always messing with our plans and such. If we are the "villains", they are the "heroes", to put it simply. Coincidentally enough, they have 8 main members, and on our company, we have 8 captains (me included, of course). All 8 of us have a specific enemy that bothers us the most, and for the purposes of this post, we'll be talking solely about mine, whom I shall refer to as "H".
H is as stubborn and annoying as she is strong and determined. I have been called "short tempered" multiple times before, but, let's say, if I were to have a hypothetical list of times I have been enraged, by who, and how quickly, she would easily occupy the 3rd, 2nd and 1st place spots on this purely hypothetical and completely non-existent list. For as long as I've known H, since my very first defeat at her hands (or, well, feet, since her preferred method of attack is kicking), I have cultivated a boiling hatred for her and vowed I would kill her with my bare hands (or, well, feet, since my preferred method of attack is, coincidentally, also kicking. Though MY feet have chainsaws, therefore I am vastly superior).
However, I have... failed, multiple times. When I first lost to her, the very first thing I did was make multiple blueprints and plan a new form for myself, a project which I submitted to our boss, to turn myself into a gigantic robot, fully equipped with heavy firepower and top of the line technology. Admittedly, it was rather costy and over the top, but my boss was amused and agreed. "With all of this, I'd be more impressed if you lost again!" was how he bid me farewell that day, as I made my way to put my project into action and scorch H out of the face of the Earth.
"I'm impressed!" was how he greeted me the next day.
To say H "defeated" me would be generous. As much as I do not like to admit, she completely outwitted me, reducing my new form to scrap on the floor. My counsciousness was retrieved and I was put back into my old cyborg body, not only because it would be difficult to fix my giant form and also enter our headquarters with it, but also because it was completely unfixeable after our fight.
Ever since then, I have been attempting to upgrade myself and defeat H (though I have been forbidden from requesting new giant mecha bodies), and I have repeatedly failed. Every time we fought, I was taken down. And then I acquired new upgrades. And we fought again. And this became a recurring cycle, so much that H seems very used to it by now, treating defeating me as just another common daily chore like doing the dishes or washing clothes. Needless to say, it infuriates me that she thinks so little of me.
Here is where things get... Odd. I have noticed that, for a while now, I don't seem to get any performance benefit from my newest upgrades. Usually, even if I was taken down, I always had some sort of noticeable improvement in comparison to the previous fight. But recently, I am defeated again and again and I seem to learn nothing. I did not understand why. Had she outdone me so greatly that now she was in a level where I could not, under any hypothesis, defeat her? I did not understand, until one of my coworkers, S, suggested something, something so absurd, that I could not believe it.
S said that maybe, I wasn't fighting to kill her anymore. That just as H had grown to see our fights as routine, I had grown to look forward to it, and not only that, that I somehow "liked getting beat up by her", as he put it. He said I was visibly holding myself back, that I was having a "suspiciously slow reaction time to her attacks" (for some reason he also almost laughed when saying that first word? Not quite sure why), and even pointed out how I usually lure her to places with no civilians and/or make sure civilians are evacuated before fighting in a public space, as if to make sure she "doesn't have to worry about killing a civilian and hold back" and so that she "won't hate me too much for killing a few people unintentionally". With that, S could have won an easy 4th place on the previously mentioned hypothetical list of "who enraged me the quickest and how".
...Unfortunately, something happened a few days ago, that seemed to somewhat bring validity to his claims. As I was fighting with H, I had my opportunity. In a quick instant, there was a breach in her defenses, her neck was exposed, in a perfect spot to be cut. I readied my blades, prepared to deliver a cutting kick at her throat and bathe in her blood, cease the humiliation I've been put through, end this rivalry once and for all.
But I didn't.
My blades were ready. I was ready. I had more than enough time to do it, but I didn't. Something held me back. H looked as confused as I did, and she escaped, while I just stood there.
Now, I don't believe this proves ANYTHING, howev
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAM HERE
Was watching Emmet type this but he isnt doing this story justice so i yoinked the phone from him to add some more stuff because i am NOT letting this man hide key details
So anyway a few days ago he and Holly were fighting as usual, and i was watchin, as usual. Ive been watchin them fight a lot recently, i mean, its not like Emmet tries to hide when he plans to fight her, hes always yapping about how THIS time hes gonna get her. So, one thing he didnt say was that Holly def knows he likes her by this point and tbh she looks like shes 100% into it, especially after he let her live on purpose. So, yesterday, Holly cornered him, not in a "he was defenseless" kind of way mind you, he could have run away or attacked any time he wanted, but he didnt, instead he just backed himself into a wall while she came closer
So shes just sloooowly closing in and hes nervous and stuttering out some weak threats and his voice is cracking and the lower half of his face is blushing (the upper half is robotic btw, just thought youd like to know ;D) and i couldnt hear what she was saying from where i was standing, but i could see she was saying something. So she like, she did that thing, yknow that thing when you corner someone and press your hand on the wall next to their head? Its a way of flirting ig, but anyway, Holly did that but with her FOOT. She lifted her leg and pressed her foot next to his head so hard the wall cracked, and he was basically haywiring at that point, but thats not all, no. Heres the cherry on the cake:
She said something else after she did that, and idk what she said but it flustered Emmet so hard that there was smoke and sparks coming out of his ears and, I SHIT YOU NOT, he straight up BLUE SCREENED. Bros eye went full BLUE and he FELL TO THE GROUND, and at that point i started laughing the loudest ive ever laughed. Holly also laughed with me and im fucking glad she did bc i was completely incapacitated at that point
Now idk abt yall but personally i think all of this is very SUSpicious (ඞ) and that he may have some feelings for her
So anyway i dont think Emmet is TA but he is def TPRR (The Pathetic Robot Rabbit) , so yall PLEASE help this man wake up cause he needs it badly. He straight up made a "mural of hate" where hes got a bunch of pics of Holly to "motivate" him to "destroy her". My man does NOT know how to cope with romantic feelings and he is discovering a lot of new things about himself and he desperately needs help
Im not giving the phone back to Emmet rn bc hes gonna delete all of this for sure so im sending this ask myself. Oh and on a finishing note, that list he talked abt? Yeah thats real LMAO and yes Holly does have the 1st, 2nd and 3rd place. I got the 4th one and also got the 5th one when i suggested he had jacked off to his mural of hate (god he was so pissed it was so fucking funny) so anyway yeah i hear Emmets screaming getting closer so i gotta send this before he finds me okay BYE
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Qi, the source of special powers in OPM
"Circulate your Qi into your weapon and it will become perfect part of your body..."
Then Nichirin proceeds to cut the apple and the mountains behind it and the apple has been cut, yet has no signs of cutting. Atomic Samurai says Nichirin is so fast with his sword the apple has not noticed it has been cut, but I beg to differ just a bit here.
My hypothesis is as follows:
What Nichirin did was most likely reinforce the apple with his Qi very much like Saitama reinforced Genos' core on the moon by making the core an extension of himself, so the apple got cut but at the same time, has not noticed it has been cut.
I believe Qi, chi and divine power, the one Saitama and Garou used during their epic fight and what most heroes in the world of OPM use, are one and the same powers, just with different names. In the webcomic, there is a term chi or aura and Saitama has such in spades because he has broken his limits.
Nichirin blowing up the mountainside behind the apple is very much also reminiscent in how both Saitama and Genos punched through the other, without harming the one being punched but obliterating the mountains behind them.
Either their punches curve around the target, like how the other swordsmen Yuta and Shido originally thought, or it is possible to make another being an extension of themselves via this usage of Qi so they do not get harmed.
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In world of OPM, people like Nichirin can survive despite getting melted in half, something which would kill a normal human being in an instant because they have this Qi or divine power they can use.
My hypothesis is that Heroes in world of OPM can consciously or subconsciously use this Qi to their bidding and the more they train and "conquer death", the more they unlock this ability to circulate Qi around their bodies to reinforce, to heal, to regenerate, physical prowess etc. This might be the source of all OPM special abilities found in humans and how they turn into superhumans, once they unlock their own Qi.
Circulating Qi into clothes to reinforce or to make Tank top magic real is also part of the course. Weapons, artificial parts or anything can be circulated with Qi and made an extension of themselves by sheer willpower. This would be why Tank Top master became a round ball when Pig God gave him his energy, his own Qi, to heal him. Tank top master essentially became an extension of Pig God.
It is also why Saitama's hero suit (and the clothes resting on his skin) can withstand massive punishment without instantly breaking and seemingly operates as an extension of himself, much like Garou's bandages and his "feelers." Saitama's cape constantly flows around him, making him seem more heroic even against the wind direction.
One of the reasons Saitama was so surprised his hero suit got blown holes in it against Garou because it is not very often that he comes across a being that is capable of breaking through his Qi circulation reinforcement when he is actively protecting himself.
And when he does not, his hero suit immediately got shred when he lost the willpower to protect his own sense of heroism. He no longer felt very heroic when he questioned his intuition and himself.
(chances are his suit can also regenerate by now, with so many holes on it not even Genos can patch it up)
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Nichirin says and shows us to how artificial body can also be circulated with Qi, which is very important when it comes to Genos. Genos is also a being who seems to be subconsciously using his Qi and once even melded together two cleaved halves against Elder centipede by sheer force of will. Most of the cybernetics in OPM world seem to work very seamlessly for the wielders too.
If Genos putting two of his halves together is not making his cybernetics an extension of himself and and his remaining human brain and regenerating essentially, nothing is. The clash of the two halves even has the trademarks lightning signifying divine power activation, one which I suspect Saitama awoke by accepting Genos as his disciple.
However, Genos does not consciously seem to realize how much potential he has, only subconsciously channeling his Qi and his defeatist mindset makes him still a long way from making his body truly his own body, parts that he no longer needs to replace but instead regenerate like humans heal from wounds.
Though he seems to be able to subconsciously channel his Qi outwards, like the death punch he repeated back at Saitama. He also has quite the visible aura even Saitama pays attention to, which would probably be Genos flaring up his Qi due to his emotional agitation.
Genos has a lot of Qi, he just needs to learn how to harness it and then he can definitely reach further beyond than what endlessly replacing his parts won't be able to do for him. But to do that, he needs to trust himself, his willpower and his ability, otherwise the indomitable human spirit won't do anything for him.
Maybe someday, Genos too is capable of doing this consciously:
But that day will be ways off. Unless he finds himself in vicinity of Nichirin and he explains the concept of Qi to him.
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PROJECT WHISPERS. an illegal trial experiment with new-age technology fathered by dr. jackson korvach in sacremento, california. the program was meant to obtain subjects able to access heightened awareness. few were able to the adapt to the experiment and the one that connected best escaped. the man born of the trial doesn't exist. he isn't real.
below describes his cybernetic enhancement and how exactly it works.
TW BELOW: HEARING VOICES, MENTIONS OF PARANOIA & DISASSOCIATION, HALLUCINATIONS.
SUBJECT: [REDACTED] NEW NAME: EUN-HA, SONG.
a second voice, distorted and mechanical of eunha's own chimes in whenever a threat is detected. ( best reference is the distorted bits of voice in this video ). often times this call-out is real and can range from as mundane as "someone is behind you" to as serious " gun. 3'oclock. move. ". eunha has no control over when or where these connections chime ; depending on the situation it can be many or one interjection within his mind. regardless, in necessary situations this makes him extremely hyperaware of his surroundings. it's almost impossible to sneak up on him --- even if you weren't sneaking up on him, he may feel that you were.
scientifically, eunha is not sure how this works. however, an easy hypothesis is his eye act as a transmission gauge for changes in electromagnetic charges in the air. every human has a certain level of electricity due to the existence of the heart, making it plausible to monitor certain shifts. how, exactly, it works is unknown. another way to describe it would be an isolation of eunha's psyche, coded onto a chip and implanted inside his head.
the augmentation feeds off of paranoia and anxiety ; warping the emotion into plausible feedback. if eunha is not focused and is distressed, the voice often becomes erratic and unstable. at times, eunha can seem disoriented and detached from himself.
in rare instances he is able to see an hallucination of 'himself' ( reference: johnny silverhand from cyberpunk 2077 ). it's like a projection: glitching, distorted. sometimes he has lucid dreams of talking to himself and there are times those dreams are real. conversations with a distorted mirror --- describing upcoming missions, violent delights, repressed thoughts and sometimes things without substances. this version of himself is best described as 'unfinished'. he talks too fast and often times eunha has difficulty understanding what he's being told. recently, he's gotten better at it but it still is a disorienting occurrence.
very few people are aware of this infliction of his and he intends to keep it this way. any uncanny behavior or paranoia he describes as anxiety or moments of ptsd. while this isn't necessarily a lie, it isn't the entire truth either.
#* EUNHA / headcanons.#felt i should put more descriptions / ref of it in another post so here i am again ... yappin
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No other art movement has so profoundly influenced radical politics as the Situationist International. But beyond the clichés about its purported leader Guy Debord, the "society of the spectacle," détournement and dérive, lies a more complex story about key historical shifts in the composition of capital, work, labor, art, and revolutionary theory during the 1950s and 60s.
With and Against reframes the history of the Situationist International as a struggle to come to terms with the then-emerging ideologies of cybernetics and automation. Through each of the book's four chapters, Dominique Routhier dissects Situationist pamphlets, documents, artworks, and objects that refract elements of a "cybernetic hypothesis": the theoretically hyperbolic belief that technological progress, computers and automation make class struggle and the idea of revolution obsolete.
With equal attention to aesthetic detail and to the broader contours of political economy, this book serves as a critical intervention in art history as well a call to reconsider, more broadly, the contemporary lessons of the most political of all artistic avantgardes.
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Evincing a breathtaking command of the broader historical context that informed the rise of the Situationist International during the age of automation and the birth of cybernetics, Dominique Routhier's innovative analysis transcends the discipline of art history, allowing us to link early 20thcentury avant-garde struggles against the alienated separation of art and labour with all the nuances of the SI imperative. Given our anxieties today about the impact of Artificial Intelligence on labour and art, Routhier's study could not be more timely.
Abigail Susik, Willamette University, author of Surrealist Sabotage and the War on Work
The situationists once described themselves as racing against the police for control of the technologies of modern conditioning. In With and Against, Dominique Routhier provides us with a stunningly insightful commentary on that race's progress over the course of the 1950s and '60s, from the rooftop of Le Corbusier's apartment block in Marseille to the classrooms of Nanterre's university. Drawing our attention to the SI's previously neglected struggle over the postwar world's latest "science of control and communications," cybernetics, he argues persuasively that this last avant-garde of the 20th century was precociously engaged with a key technology of the 21st. With and Against is a vital contribution, not only to our understanding of the SI, but also of our own moment as it has been shaped by the "cybernetic hypothesis."
Tom McDonough, Professor of Art History at Binghamton University, Author of "The Beautiful Language of My Century": Reinventing the Language of Contestation in Postwar France, 1945–1968
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I wonder how much, if any, Raven Beak and his warriors replace their bodies with cybernetics. Are they just wearing suits or have their legs just been replaced with larger robotic versions? I can't recall where I heard this hypothesis from or what evidence, beyond "I think these suits look too big on them", was put froward to support this idea though. Been a few years since I thought about it but your Conga Line with Birdlet Quiet Robe reminded me.
Sorry for the wait! I didn't want to give you a simple or overly boring yes or no answer.
Some warriors choose to enhance their flesh, others don't. Their suits are indeed just suits: Chozo power suits are at once part of the Self and separate from the body. They can be summoned and dismissed at will (see: the Zero Mission Manga). It's like having an exoskeleton that you can turn on and off when you need it.
Most Mawkin only take up cybernetic alterations for medical purposes (i.e. when their limbs absolutely must be replaced), but there are plenty of soldiers who will enhance or outright replace their flesh in the name of performance.
You've heard of guns, but have you seen these guns?
As for how the Mawkin tend to be so tall: it's in the genes, babey! The tribe consists primarily of people who bear resemblance to real-world corvids and raptors. The Mawkin are large, pointy, and built for ripping and tearing the flesh of weaker creatures to feed their fuzzy chicks.
I think Raven Beak is mostly organic, save for a few (microscopic/invisible) alterations to repair any naturally weakening tissue. His wings are real (the pair he was born with to boot), and are the product of a combination of the aforementioned micro-procedures and simply taking care of his body. An exceedingly old Chozo is likely to lose their wings: this has been known for millennia. Raven Beak simply took measures to keep himself in peak condition.
Chozo wings are huge, by the way. They have to be in order to carry all that Guy.
It's a vanity thing, yes, but his obsession with bodily upkeep is also deeply rooted in Mawkin culture, specifically with regards to their emphasis on the way of the warrior. It's less an "I am sexy" kind of vanity, and more "I am the most powerful warrior and must remain that way to serve as an example for my people". The Warrior is peak Chozo, and Raven Beak must be the image of perfection.
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If repression has the role, in cybernetic capitalism, of forestalling the event, prediction is its corollary, insofar as it is for the purpose of eliminating the uncertainty that’s associated with any future. It is the major concern of the statistical technologies. Whereas those of the welfare State were completely focused on the anticipation of risks, calculated or not, those of cybernetic capitalism aim at multiplying the domains of responsibility. The discourse concerning risk is the driver for deploying the cybernetic hypothesis; it is circulated first and then internalized. Because risks are more easily accepted if those exposed to them have the impression they have chosen to take them, feel responsible for them and, furthermore, feel that they have the power to control and master them themselves. But, as one expert admits, ‘zero risk’ does not exist…By virtue of its permanence for the system, risk is an ideal tool for promoting new forms of power that favor the increasing hold of security apparatuses on collectives and individuals. It eliminates any question of conflict by the obligatory drawing together of individuals around the management of threats that are supposed to concern everyone in the same way. The argument that THEY want us to accept is the following: greater security goes hand in hand with an increased production of insecurity. And if you think that the insecurity increases as prediction tends to be infallible, that’s because you are yourself afraid of risks. And if you are afraid of risks, if you don’t trust the system to completely control your life, your fear risks being contagious and in fact may present a very real risk of disloyalty to the system. In other words, to be afraid of risks is already to be seen as a risk to society oneself. The imperative of commodity circulation on which cybernetic capitalism is based morphs into a general phobia, a fantasy of self-destruction. The control society is a paranoiac society, something that is clearly confirmed by the proliferation of conspiracy theories within it. Thus every individual is subjectified in cybernetic capitalism as a risky dividual, as the generic enemy of the balanced society
Tiqqun, The Cybernetic Hypothesis, pg. 74-75
#tiqqun#cybernetic hypothesis#risk#management#risk management#security#neoliberalism#insecurity#responsibility#personal responsibility#dividual#subjectification
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(60)Psychology books
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius ✅
How to Analyze People with Dark Psychology
Reading People by Anne Bogel
How to Read People Like a Book
What Every Body Is Saying
The Secrets of Body Language
How To Analyze People
Read People Like a Book
Mindreader
You are not so smart
From the Diary of a Psychologist by Dr. Asha Dinesh
The Secret Life of Pronouns by James Pennebake
The Happiness Hypothesis by Jonathan Heidt
The Archetypes and The Collective Unconscious by Carl Jung
Sex at Dawn by Christopher Ryan
Man and His Symbols by Carl Jung
Memories, Dream, Reflections by Carl Jung
Wisdom of Psyche by Ginette Paris
Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
Beyond Good And Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche
Behave by Robert Sapolsky
Thinking Fast & Slow
48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene
The Wellness Sense by Om Swami
The Nocturnal Brain
7.5 lessons about the brain
Range: Why Generalists Triumph in a Specialized World
Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor E. Frankl
The Social Animal by David Brooks
Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion by Robert B. Cialdini
An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness by Kay Redfield Jamison
The Road Less Traveled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values, and Spiritual Growth by M. Scott Peck
The Art of Loving by Erich Fromm
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales by Oliver Sacks
Emotional Intelligence: Why It Can Matter More Than IQ by Daniel Goleman
The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud
Stumbling on Happiness by Daniel Gilbert
Theories of Personality by Calvin S. Hall and Gardner Lindzey
The New Psycho-Cybernetics by Maxwell Maltz
The Bell Curve: Intelligence and Class Structure in American Life by Richard J. Herrnstein and Charles Murray
The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel van der Kolk
The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry by Jon Ronson
The Righteous Mind: Why Good People Are Divided by Politics and Religion by Jonathan Haidt
Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief by Jordan B. Peterson
A First-Rate Madness: Uncovering the Links Between Leadership and Mental Illness by Nassir Ghaemi
The Feeling Good Handbook by David D. Burns
Thinking About Psychology: The Science of Mind and Behavior by Charles T. Blair-Broeker and Randal M. Emst
The Evolution of Cooperation by Robert Axelrod
The Handbook of Psychological Testing by Paul Kline
. The Nature of Prejudice by Gordon W. Allport
The Origins of Totalitarianism by Hannah Arendt
The Psychopathology of Everyday Life by Sigmund Freud
The Structure of Scientific Revolutions by Thomas S. Kuhn
The Principles of Psychology" by William James
An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness" by Kay Redfield Jamison
"The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression" by Andrew Solomon
Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders" (DSM-5) by the American Psychiatric Association
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"One...and The Same..."
in pursuit of proof of his "Thorulian Ultra-Humanite" Hypothesis, Lionel Luthor began running a series of experiments, a series of experiments involving cloned copies of his own brain in various alternate bodies.
Assisted in attaining the enhanced Gorilla body of Solovar by Grodd and Doctor Zuel, Luthor additionally used a cybernetic unit to obfuscate his involvement in the original Brotherhood of Evil, facilitating his rivalry with old scientific peer Niles Caulder.
While a threat to the entire metahuman community and the world at large, Lionel's main rivalries at this point were with Bronze Wraith, Aloysius Fox, and a young Kal-El.
An unforeseen side effect of Luthor's experiment was the natural personality differentiation that occurred as each version spent more time apart. While there was no concrete proof, certain actions between Ultra-Humanite and The Brain--particularly against Lionel's children--suggest both beings had long forgotten their original source's identity. By the time they were reunited--aligned to a single cause--Lex had discovered an entirely different path to his father's vision of an "Apex" Human offshoot and won over the Bronze Wraith's old rivals in the Hyperclan.
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The last piece of my documentary Consciousness: Evolution of the Mind -- Conclusion & Credits -- is now available on YouTube. In this film based on my recent books, The Syntellect Hypothesis: Five Paradigms of the Mind's Evolution (2019) and The Cybernetic Theory of Mind eBook series (2022), I present to you my take on the nature of consciousness and reverse engineering of our thinking in order to implement it in cybernetics and advanced AI systems. https://www.ecstadelic.net/top-stories/consciousness-evolution-of-the-mind-2021-conclusion-credits #Consciousness #Evolution #Mind #CyberneticTheoryofMind #Documentary #Film https://www.instagram.com/p/CmSCEgUPOfD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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In the year 255 BC, the Roman Republic, stretched thin by the strains of the First Punic War, made a decisive yet enigmatic choice to withdraw their forces from Northern Africa, leaving behind the nascent city of Carthage to lick its wounds. The annals of history held little but speculation on this sudden retreat—until the discovery of a singularly astonishing relic, unearthed by archaeologists in the year 2224 AD: a portrait, preserved miraculously in a subterranean chamber, depicting a woman with eyes like twin solar flares, a chromatic shade of red never seen in the human spectrum.
The historians of the new age, equipped with data-spools and cybernetic enhancements, were not content to let the image rest in archival silence. Dr. Livia Cassius, a leading expert in neural cryptography, took to the task of uncovering the truth. Her hypothesis was that this was not mere art but a visual key to an encrypted historical account—a story hidden in the annals of time.
Upon analyzing the image, Livia's retinal scanner unlocked a cascade of ancient data, encoded into the very pixels of the portrait. It revealed a story of a clandestine pact between Rome and a previously unknown faction: the Red-Eyed Ones.
The record spoke of a woman, whose name had been erased by time, simply known now by the moniker "Red-Eyed Lady". She was not of Earth but hailed from a distant star system. Her kind had sought refuge on our planet, offering knowledge and technology far beyond the Roman comprehension in exchange for asylum. Her eyes, gateways to a powerful intellect, could see the patterns of the universe and manipulate the energies that bound atoms together.
The Carthaginians, embroiled in war, had also been in contact with the Red-Eyed Ones, seeking an advantage over Rome. Unwilling to be part of a terrestrial war that threatened to exterminate a peace-seeking race, the Romans chose to withdraw, leaving a contingent of sentinels—men and women genetically altered to communicate with the Red-Eyed Ones, should they ever need counsel or aid.
As Dr. Cassius delved deeper, she found herself looking into the eyes of the Red-Eyed Lady, not through a portrait, but face-to-face. The relic had served its purpose as a temporal bridge, and the Red-Eyed Ones had been waiting for humanity to reach a level of technological and spiritual maturity to interact once more.
The Red-Eyed Lady spoke of her people's history with humanity, of conflicts avoided and wisdom shared. She explained that the Roman withdrawal was a turning point, a decision that allowed for a peaceful coexistence in secrecy, avoiding the annihilation of her people and sparing the Earth from a war of cosmic proportions.
Dr. Cassius, now a sentinel herself, was entrusted with a mission. She was to prepare humanity for the public revelation of the Red-Eyed Ones' existence and their role in our history. As she emerged from the chamber, with eyes glinting a subtle red, she carried with her the beginning of a new chapter in human history.
The tale of the Red-Eyed Lady was no longer a secret encrypted in an ancient image, but a beacon of our shared future with the stars.
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