Mar 14, 2016 12:54
How can one have nightmares without sleep? Waking "dreams". Quite a few different things, but in particular repetition is being crippled/amputated in my gimped arm. So, I'm trying (and failing) to distract myself by thinking on the ol' Transhumanism vs. Cyberpunk question. I know I've talked here a time or two about that, but, well, I need to get it off my chest again.
Basically, Transhumanism is the idea that progressing technologies, and the ability to upgrade our natural bodies, will help to deal with the many problems in the world. Cyberpunk is how they won't. Basically, it's the fight between humans learning and trying to be better (Transhumanism), or humans being the rat bastards we've been since the Cro-Magnon Man was king (Cyberpunk). There is a third item to this, called Post-Cyberpunk, where both are correct.
In some ways, we are seeing changes in the world thanks to technology progressing as far as it has. Social Media alone has brought together many people, and fits part of the Transhumanistic ideal. Of course, it's also starting to prove Huxley's Brave New World right as well, in a limited manner. Parts of Orwell's Nineteen-Eighty-Four as well. And maybe some of the more believable parts of Idiocy (not so much dysgenics as our culture going down the same path it seems to be.).
Transhumanism thinking for social networking, for example, involves less issues between peoples thanks to increased communication (or maybe more cat videos), Post-Cyberpunk would have there be some improvement but mostly its just another way to argue all the time, and finally Cyberpunk would be increased numbers of jerks like the Mens Rights Advocates. I'll let you folks come to your own conclusion as to what is happening in the world today, my cynicism and poor mental health makes me tend to think the worst.
So, how did I go from staring at my arm and trying to tell myself that, yes, it's still there to social media? Welcome to my brain, people. Reasons.
OK, I'm going to even weirder places, and am typing with my hand now and trying to tell myself it is still there.
I wish I could sleep.
ranting,
writer's block,
wtf,
alone,
nightmares,
loss,
broken,
age