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shitpostingkats · 7 months

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I love you robots and artificial intelligence with mental illness. I love you repression being depicted as literally deleting archived data to preserve functionality. I love you anxiety attacks being depicted as a system crashing virus. I love you ptsd being depicted as an annoying pop-up. I love you anxiety disorder being depicted as running thousands of simulations and projected outcomes. I love you artificial beings being shown to be human via their own artificiality.

#robots #artificial intelligence #tropes #rvb #red vs blue #yugioh vrains #wolf 359 #star trek #transhumanism #posthumanism

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macleod · 2 years

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#trans #this is the future #genderless #the future is genderless #science #biotechnology #ai #robotics #transhumanism #posthumanism #mine #tweets

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pocketseizure · 2 months

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Final Fantasy VI is deeply concerned with the relationship between human beings and technology. I wrote a short meta essay that situates the game within the cultural context of Japan in the 1990s in order to discuss how the story explores its posthuman themes through Terra and Celes, who serve as analogies for anxieties surrounding a future enhanced by seemingly magical biotechnologies.

1500 words . ( on A03 here ) . illustration by @palliceart

#Final Fantasy VI #Terra Branford #Celes Chere #Final Fantasy #posthumanism #palliceart

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11korp · 13 days

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chepooka · 5 months

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#girlhood is a spectrum #girlhood #shaman #bad dürrenberg #mesolithic #Arca #hyperpop #posthumanism #transhumanism

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lilbluntworld · 2 years

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ngaatee · 7 months

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For the People Academia Breaks

Hey so I am going to get something off of my chest. Last year I got a postgraduate degree in philosophy and it was actually one of the most devastating experiences of my entire life.

I have always been someone with big ideas, and my favourite aspect of philosophy has always been the way that I can blend different ideas to address current issues, especially if something about those ideas sometimes veer into using my imagination. So when we got to choose our thesis topics, I jumped to do something ambitious, something impressive, something grand. And it was. I posed the following question: What would an African feminist ethic say about posthumanism and transhumanism as it pertains to the right to bodily integrity?

This question meant the world to me. It means the world to me. There was so much to get into, so many ideas, and so little published philosophical work on each section of the question. It was quintessentially me.

Ambitious, important and interesting. And I did fucking do it. I didn't get the high grade that I had hoped for, but I got a high enough average should I pursue further higher education, I had gotten a high grade for a concept I essentially invented and built from the ground up, and I had yet another fucking degree after a year plagued by illness, piss poor mental health, worse financial management and not a damn clue what I would do next.

I had also excelled in my other classes and so I was going to take the win and move on. I was in a space where what mattered to me was that I had what I needed for the next steps. Academia career, and somehow reforming education, those have been my goals forever, So I had my grades and set out to get reference letters and one person I asked was my supervisor. And that, dear reader, was when it all went to shit and my mental health sunk to a new low.

My supervisor and I had not had major conflict but I was ready to move on for a variety of reasons. I had tutored one of her classes and had reservations about her methodology and when opportunities for feedback came, I was as honest but diplomatic as possible. I was not the lecturer. When she became my supervisor I had looked in the guide and I had thought that she was going to be the right fit. But in some ways I always felt that my work was not my own, and often times my work became a site of ego. But it could have been worse so I was going to move on and take those lessons to do things differently next time.

So I emailed her, was happy to have the grades for a future in academia and asked for the referral. She emailed me and gave me unsolicited feedback and then openly stated that a section of my work "surprised her, and not in a good way". I will be frank, it disgusted me. I read it and my skin crawled because she had been a less than stellar supervisor, including being angered when I got an extension after my hospitalization, threatening to not even give me a grade, when the HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT granted me one.

I was a star pupil, with the exploratory ideas to back it up, and consistently she undermined me and I forgave her every time because of how badly I wanted it. And then in the last moment, after I toiled on a thesis and made it through with a high GPA, she could not let me be happy. She could not let me rejoice that every single day last year felt like I was taking my dying breath, And she could not be the kind of supervisor that deserved my bright ideas, my desire to learn, my ambition. I was told that I should prep a version of my paper for a conference and she never had the time to help me, everyday there was an excuse, and I still made it, and she could not just let us be cordial and move on.

That thesis I did is my first child. I laboured, I read, and I thought it through, and I was willing to accept the imperfections that came in my crafting of it because it was powerful and meaningful. I am an African woman, concerned with how we understand our autonomy and our bodies and what that means in a greater philosophical context. I chose a thesis that meant something to me, and I used whatever philosophical building blocks I could to bring it together, and achieved a feat that people thought might be impossible for me. And I am damn proud of it. And in that email, my supervisor didn't care because she felt embarrassed or something.

I have spent a year being angry. How dare she? Especially since academia puts certain kinds of constraints on work and even with those constraints, I made lemonade out of lemons. In fact, I made lemonade out of rocks. And I have grieved and been sad and it has broken my spirit remembering the disdain in that email. And then the later email with the reference letter where I discover that after all this time, my supervisor knows nothing about me.

She doesn't know my worth, she doesn't know how much her class benefitted from having me as a tutor, and my fellow tutor too. She doesn't know anything that other institutions would love about me. Her colleagues do though. They gave me beautiful letters that reflected my passion, honesty, and integrity, and I felt seen. I wish that I had gotten one of them to be my supervisor, I just didn't know any better, it was a new university, a new city, with new people. But my thesis, my baby, would have been so much safer and cared for in their hands.

But I am not ending it like that. I have started to embark on a multimedia art project revisiting and expanding my thesis and I am explaining different philosophical and sociological concepts that are relevant to it as I go along. Because my thesis belongs to me. My ideas belong to me. And the projections of my supervisor, and the painful memories that are attached to it for me will not under any circumstances, end with her defining my thesis for me.

My thesis is my baby, my child and I am proud of it. Its words live in me, its ideas still are a fixation in my mind, and now I have what it takes to really bring it to the next level. And so I will. I do not just love my thesis as a cute baby that people admire and call beautiful. I love my thesis as a petulant older child that sometimes struggles to string ideas that are linked but in ways that are not obvious. I love my thesis as a teenager lost in despair trying to reconcile how a society functions and the philosophies and ideologies that underpin it, the teenager reading social and political thought for the first time. I love my thesis as the young adult that has more questions than answers. I love my thesis as all of the people I have been and whom I will be.

Academia broke my heart. and it devastated many people befor me. But many ideas are worth exploring. Many ideas are worth cradling in a warm blanket and developing over time. Your ideas and mine, are worth so much more than the egos and power of people around us, and they do not get to rob our work of its dignity. And we do not have to leave the brilliance of our thoughts with the memories of people who never cared to understand them. And so I am coming back for my child, I am returning for my thesis. Because I am willing to spend time with it, and nurture it, and develop it. I am ready for it to one day be in the world and standing on its own.

The words of my thesis live in me, but the words of my thesis will live beyond me. And so as I drawm paint, photograph and write for this multimedia art project. As the young mother of this thesis and this combination of ideas, I will be raw and approach it with care, consideration and thoughtfulness. and hopefully, my thesis will find the right people who are interested in philosophy, sociology and the arts. Because this thesis will always be my baby, and I hope it meets people that love it and see it for what it is, the way that I do.

I dedicate this multimedia art project to the people whose first heartbreak was being alienated from their ideas in service of other people's desires. May you always find your way back to that child who wondered so much about the world, and was eager to learn more.

#philosophy #african n ethics #feminist ethics #academia #academic validation #higher education #burn out #thesis #multimedia art project #posthumanism #transhumanism #sociology #social sciences #I feel free now

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ankhmeanswombman · 6 months

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The act that will end all struggle and every war active on earth right now, is to simply cut ties between the spirit world and this dense carnal 3D reality which requires one to function in a mindset of abundance as opposed to lack and Love as opposed to fear. Once that womb is closed we will see the end of all conflict, which will manifest as less and less physical beings coming here to learn in this school of life, which of course, the ego will see as a problem and will incentivise perpetuation of material beings to keep generating this Maya. When that time comes that the populations shrink, we will begin to dwell in the Aether/Oblivion, no longer needing to materialise ourselves so as to experience the game of rugged survivalism, no longer borne of the pain of woman trapped inside a false hormone-driven lie, but rather borne painlessly as a Merkaba lightbody which like (the true) Creator, knows All, is All, and creates All. Ego created us in flesh and ego ultimately drives the vast majority to stay here and keep it going. If the cosmos is a brain, the part of it that creates matter is the ego/Yaldabaoth. We are currently living in God’s mental ego-chamber but the good news is that we can choose to ascend by not feeding the ego-aspect of the self.

#ego death #anti war #antinatalism #posthumanism #sovereignty #age of aquarius #peace state #game of life #Akashic records #merkaba #dense matter #as above so below #cosmic brain #kill the ego #demiurge

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frankly-ludicrous · 1 year

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#transhumanism #cyberpunk #posthumanism #adeptus mechanicus #prosthetics #robotics #polls #science fiction

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sy1ver · 1 year

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#my art #crazy art #horror art #contemporaryart #dark surreal art #dark surrealism #surrealcore #surreal #surrealism #surreal art #post human #posthumanism #transhumanism #grotesque #grotesque art #horror #body horro tw #dystopian

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aut2imagineart · 11 months

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This is a sort of blast from the past a bunch of my earliest drawings were reimagining of creatures from author Dougal Dixon's speculative biology books, in particular Man After Man which sparked my interest in the concept of posthumans. As much as I've enjoyed drawing them I've moved away from them to try to create my own ideas. That said is was nice to draw them again to see how my skills have improved since I started. Anyway, here's a brief rundown of the species shown here (they include labels I made for them). Woodland Dwellers (Orks of the west): fierce hunters who's lack of specialization allows them to adapt to most environments. They're also resistant to most natural poisons/toxins. Aqatics (Merfolk of the oceans): skilled fishers who can breath in and out of water. They've developed a tradition where they mark unique traits and significant life events with ritualistic scaring. Forest Dwellers (Dwarfs of the south): colorful and arboreal, they are remarkably strong for their size to move swiftly through the trees. Over generations, they've manipulated the growth of vines to create living pathways throughout the forests for themselves. Tundra Dwellers (Giants of the north): towering nomads who lead quiet lives traveling across the Arctic circle. Their great strength enables them to hunt exceptionally large prey who's blood they adorn their faces with after each successful hunt. Plains Dwellers (Elves of the east): Swift and long lived, they transverse the grasslands on long powerful legs while dark skin, large ears, and hair running down their backs allow them to tolerate intense heat. Initially herbivores, given bladed hands, replaceable teeth, and larger stomachs for eating grasses, they have since incorporated meat into their diet. Coupled with a longer lifespan, they became the first posthumans to redevelop culture. If I was to do anything with these guys (and gain the rights to them somehow), it would probably be a survival game similar to Ancestors: a human odyssey where you go through their evolution into sapience. Man After Man belongs to Dougal Dixon.

As always, comments and critiques are welcome.