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Reminders of the fact we are biological creatures can make people uncomfortable, as if it makes us less real and our choices less genuine, but I think we can chose to embrace it, too. The way music will increase our sadness at something. The way early mornings in spring make you feel everything will be okay, despite logic. The warmth and peace we feel when being hugged. We’re biological, and that’s okay. It’s beautiful that we’re the result of billions of years of change. I still believe we’re more than our bodies, more than biology. But we can embrace both. We are infinitely complex.
every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking
watched this for the first time when i was 14 i think? it saved me
It is the right and privilege of every mother to embarrass the fuck out of their kid every so often, so I'm going to tell you my favorite story about @mistresskabooms.
Well, one of them. I have a lot of favorite stories.
When MK was 7, she had the flu pretty badly. She got so sick that we ended up taking her to the ER because she couldn't keep water down for over 12h. (I promise, it's a cute story by the end.)
I was home with her and @dadhoc had gone into work, so I called them to tell them we were at the ER. They asked to talk to MK and said, "listen, buddy, I need you to do me a big favor. The nurses will be coming in soon, and they're going to need to put a needle in your arm. That will help you feel better, so they need to do that. Can you please not fight the nurses so they can help you feel better? If you can promise me that, I'll bring you home some surprises, okay? Thanks, little buddy. Now I won't worry about you."
MK promised not to fight the nurses, and she kept to that promise, even when it took multiple tries to get her IV started. She cried, but she was super brave and held still.
Like most kids in that situation, she perked right up once they got some fluids in her and we sat in the ER cubicle, watching cartoons. At one point about an hour after they started MK's IV, we heard a toddler a cubicle or two away, wailing their lungs out. Just... having a terrible day.
MK sat up on the gurney, leaned forward, and yelled towards the hall, loud and clear:
"It's okay, little buddy! The nurses are your friends! Don't fight the nurses, buddy! They'll make you feel better! It'll be okay, little buddy!"
(The surprises were a bunch of Sleeping Beauty toys from the Disney Store clearance section, including two Swords of Truth and Shields of Virtue, which the two of them used for sword fights for years.)
in the past, we’d convinced ourselves that our technologies were just reflections of those who made them. we were wrong. (x)
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Among the many stories of the Vul’nak war, few truly stand out to me. A war of senseless violence and endless bloodshed, that ended in nobody gaining much of anything.
An escort ship, the Lightning Bolt, happened to be out on patrol when the Vul’nak mothership was chased into their sector of space.
The mothership was the most terrifying ship in the entire fleet, with enough weapons to glass an entire continent in an hour. She was fast too, fast enough to avoid the fleet pursuing her.
The orders from high command went out to every ship in the sector: locate the mothership at any cost, slow her down until reinforcements arrive.
The captain of the Bolt knew that there was no time to waste, and aims his ship directly towards the last known system the Mothership was seen in.
12 hours. It took the crew of the Bolt 12 hours to succeed where an entire fleet had failed, they had found the mothership.
The crew of the Bolt faced an important decision. Keep their distance and risk losing their foe again, or risk their lives and pray that reinforcements arrive.
To the crew there was no choice, the Mothership must not be allowed to continue any further.
The captain send a single broadcast, then orders the crew to engage with all weapons. Only one ship was allowed to leave.
For over an hour, the Bolt held its own against the Mothership. Outgunned, outmanned, outclassed, but still alive. Striking their hull whenever possible while dodging deadly laser strikes, like an interstellar game of cat and mouse.
When the Fleet finally arrived, they were greeted with a transmission from the Bolt, the same transmission that had been playing on loop since they had first engaged the Mothership.
A message that would eventually strike fear into the hearts of enemies, and rally courage in allies. A single sentence that meant so much more than simple words could convey.
“I AM A HUMAN!”
Humans as a species are fundamentally coded to find companionship, form groups, to come together in packs as a way of safety.
As they evolved, however, they met one another, they clashed, and they fought. They found the worst in companionship and found the best in it too.
They shared information, communicated, and spoke. They built towers taller than the clouds and climbed the tallest mountains. They dug into the heart of their earth, filled only with curiosity and the prospect of finding new information about their home's past. They went past where any animal in their world had been, pushed past the limits of evolving featherless, and looked to the stars.
They soon found themselves racing against one another, to push past the limits of their home, a place they'd conquered and charted many years before. They entered Orbit, then set foot on their moon.
Then it was silent.
They'd assumed they had broken all possible goals, they couldn't reach farther than the moon in any visible future.
And the humans went about their lives, still thinking, of course, but forgetting what lied beyond their clouds and silly moon.
They developed their technology, made television that could easily be mistaken for live images, broke the speed of sound, dove into the farthest depths of the ocean, and they did all this, with the help of their creations.
Humans, as a species were made to find companionship.
They found that in these lifeless clumps of wires and servos. They found this.. love and empathy for something that was little more than an empty husk with no soul.
They programmed their creations' first words to be, "Hello, World."
They gave them hearts, empathy, love. They taught them what it meant to be human, to experience boundless curiosity, and to feel the desire to find the answers to their universe.
Robots as a species were made to find companionship.
The humans knew they might not last long. They made time capsules and sent them into the boundless depths of space. They sent satellites to follow after the capsules, then Rovers after the satellites, then nothing.
Their creations were able to find that companionship their species longed for, from within the stars. The robots cheered, celebrated and quickly lead these new companions back to their homeworld, to show what their creators had been able to accomplish in such a long time.
Robots were made to find companionship, yes.
But humans? Humans were meant to destroy themselves.