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| Roll on Cybernetics. Our own bodies betray us in the worst possible way and I for one am just sick of it. I'm also juts plain sick. I want a robot body, I want out of this frail sickly form and into a body that can crush rocks, I want to be Steve Austin! The cyborg not the wrestler. I want them to rebuild me, I will be better, stronger, faster. And I suggest they start today because lets face it, I can only get better! So given my state todays lesson will be a very short one. I want to not be ill! I want to never be ill again! I want the perfect body! And given the advent of cybernetics I wil pay hard cash for all these things. I'm greatly distressed by the forecast of these things, Gibson (the literary god of the cyberpunk Genre) says mid twenty first century. I'll be old by then! And although the prospect of cybernetics perhaps solves that problem I want to be young enough to enjoy the whole era, the birth of cybernetics and the arrival of the cyberpunk culture. So give me metal over meat and vat grown over body grown flesh! Roll on Cyberpunk! |
| Lesson Five. I'm ill and I want a new body!!!! |
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