Going hard.
As the corporate world grows more hostile towards humans; I suspect many of us will opt to opt-out, choosing instead to live in intentional communities where we’ll live off the land in homes of compressed earth.
We’re being forced to participate in our own extinction.
Epic
‘Muscle Brain’ literally obscures sight.
Not protective.
Just limiting.
Not shielding vulnerability.
Just preventing clarity.
‘Muscle’… not as armor.
But as stubborn blindfold.
What happens when illusions of brute force do nothing but override vision…
Britt-Ingrid Persson
🇸🇪 Bronze
How do you recover from moral injury?
Are you building, or just maintaining?
That looks fun!
With these efforts, the question is always, “what are they collecting?” and “what are they doing with it?”
The struggle is real.
Like asking the mirror how you look.
As the world goes to shit; I plan to sequester myself in a far-off farm. I will teach my kids to craft, to hunt, to fish. Avoid the stresses and divisive draw of technology, instead rising and falling with the sun each day. To me, this is paradise.
If you can’t look back at what a fool you were, you probably still are.
Soldiers, armed with classified operational knowledge, bet on the timing and outcome of the conflict. What a terrible time to be a human.
When you befriend a Wikipedia page.
Everything should be fixable.
Exactly! Writing anything worth reading is a hard fought, emotional effort. Outsourcing that work to a machine does nothing for the author or reader.
Snakes on a plane.
Funny enough, these machines are an avenue for surveillance and behavioral prediction… so yes, you are on a list.
Funny enough, these machines are an avenue for surveillance and behavioral prediction… so yes, you are on a list.
Let the computers do the thinking, while you do the manual labor.
Incredible work!
I just want a garden that I can smoke weed in, draw, and do yoga. Why is that so fucking hard?
Feels like the end of an era
Munden’s Bar had its metaphorical ending when the backup stores stopped with Issue 69. But here we saw its literal destruction in the 56-page squarebound Special 75th Issue of Grimjack.
Classic billiards.
Are our purity standards outdated?
As a species, we really blew it.
Truly dystopian.
