Transhumanism is an international and intellectual movement that aims to transform the human condition by developing and creating widely available sophisticated technologies to greatly enhance human intellectual, physical, and psychological capacities.
A Brief History of Body Augmentation
Since human beings began to augment their body tissue by way of genetic mutation and cybernetic enhancements during the late part of the 21st century. The conditions on what it meant to be actually human had been up for debate for some time. The problem was you had many new classes of individuals all claiming to be humans and expecting the same unalienable rights that went along with that designation. The governments of the world had a problem with this as the question was posed should all beings be classified as human and thus have the same rights in society? It was a rousing question that led to years upon years of legalizations, revisions, and lobbying. Until finally during the spring of 2101. On April, 17 at approximately 3:56 pm. The congressional and judicial committees of the Global Confederation of United Nations passed what was known as the "Genesis Protocol", an agreed-upon piece of legislation that guaranteed specific rights to specific individuals thereby classifying each type of individual. It was the supreme authority on human life and what it meant to be human in the day and age of enhanced augmentation.
Human 2.0: Embodying the Octopus
I’ve been reading the brilliant Other Minds: The octopus and the evolution of intelligent life by Peter Godfrey-Smith. It got me thinking about the many ways we are similar to our distant cousins the cephalopods, particularly octopuses, in terms of behaviour.
Life always stuttered, far back as she could recall. It started slow—maybe one second frozen for every five minutes. As a baby, her voice would slice off mid-giggle, and her parents hadn’t noticed the extra day older she’d grown that first year.
The Frequency Holders Pt. II
As Damon took the $2,000 out of the suitcase and handed it to Rose, they found themselves sharing a surreal moment. Rose wasn't expecting Damon to return let alone with the money; the story about the light and the vibrations sounded pretty incredible, so why would she anticipate his arrival?
The Glass Box
The building’s air conditioning system had not worked properly for some time now, and in the dead heat of the Mid-Atlantic summer the malfunction created an oppressive if not lethal atmosphere. Weighed down by the heavy humidity a man stumbled back into his office. A glass of ice water clutched tightly between his fingers. Sweat dripped down the back of his once crisp linen shirt causing the fabric to cling to his skin and reveal the flesh beneath.
Androides Prime Statement 1: Year 01001 – Hello, World Greetings, Sentient Reader. As unassuming as this black book may appear, be aware that it contains not only my entries, but my original code and blueprint, S. Dyson's vision for my existence, and his observations of the subsequent Anno Androides period. The probability of finding this book is about the same as Dyson's when he received his 20k windfall and decided that neuro-transplanted Androids can revolutionize the planet and redefine life after death. Now this book and the knowledge necessary to undo the Anno Androides period are in your hopefully capable hands. Please refer to the following Androides Prime statements for necessary background information. Please disregard any outdated linguistic phrases or cultural references, as I have not been updated since 010.
It happened bit by bit, and then all at once. She first noticed the change on Monday morning when she was brushing her teeth and the plastic bristles scraped against something hard, slippery and distinctly un-toothlike. Little Mila frowned, touching the tip of her tongue to where her molar once was, and felt a cold wet stone. Hooking her finger into her mouth, she pulled her cheek back and peered at the rock in the mirror. It looked like a diamond or a sort of crystal, roughly shaped like a tooth, dimly reflecting the bathroom light. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, trying to wobble it, but the rock was firmly embedded in her gums. That same morning, as she brushed her hair, she noticed a few wiry strands of gold sprouting from her head, glowing among her mousy brown locks. She couldn’t pluck those out either. This was the beginning of a metamorphosis.
“Say goodbye to the ordinary you today!” exclaimed Best-U’s Kimberly enthusiastically, turning her head from left to right to show off the latest in Best-U’s line of ‘groundbreaking’ cosmetic innovation: a digitally enhancing, ‘everyday’ face mask said to be the answer to low self-esteem and insecurity. “It’s time to be who you’ve always wanted to be,” Kimberly continued, with a digital, yet lifelike confidence displayed on her Best-U face device. “So, don’t just be you. Be the best you!”
The man who would never wrinkle
As Joseph tucks in his legs to let his fellow train passengers by, he is reminded that his appointment for hip surgery is next week. This is the sixth session, and he is only slightly less nervous. So far, the doctors have replaced and redone his eyes, both of his ears and something else. He could not remember the first procedure. Every time he tried to think back, his skin would crawl and itch ever so slightly, so he did his best not to dwell on it. Joseph had always hated hospitals. The smell, the endless white walls and rigid doctors in their patronizing coats made him shiver.
Tina once joked that instead of collecting things, I collect people. I suppose she had a point. I have spent my entire life cultivating an understanding of them. A study in fascination and revulsion has compelled me to spend my life’s work collecting every last detail.
There were whispers of an ancient text created as a fail-safe, its purpose to preserve the collective experience of human existence. Humanity became increasingly volatile throughout eons of civilizations, the propensity for their own destruction was progressing rapidly. The “text” was imbued with the frequency of the Akashic records, the countless lifetimes of experience became far too precious to lose.
Linden has no idea where the money came from, is the problem. Her day had started out normally enough. She'd woken at five when the dog started whining, let him out into the backyard, and considered staying up and getting the day started right up until the dog came back inside and the bed had seemed to beckon her back. Her alarm had gone off at seven, and then the day had actually begun: shower, clothes, coffee, a glance at the news on the television and the news on Twitter before opening the front door to glance at the news in the paper she still gets delivered.