/sci/ - Science & Math

Having friends get's in the way of doing science.

Yes.

>>5061435
Unfortunately I only believe in the Machine Goddess, and not Cyber Jesus. I cant believe in your singularity techno rapture.

>>4988368

>Mother Earth, Our beautiful Gaia, the only home we've ever know... will be... gone... :'(

I ain't even upset, homo sapiens will long have gone extinct, and our descendants will be so changed by technology they wwon't even need the earth.

EVERYWHERE!

Because I worship the machine Goddess.

>sending un-augmented humans into space
>2011

Just because You "want" to go doesn't mean it's practical. I understand that wanting to go there ourselves is important, i'm just saying the basic version of the human body isn't exactly the best thing to be taking into the cosmos.

How do we ensure humanities survival?

>inb4 liberal nano-socialist fan wank that is the technocratic republic of /sci/.

> be a human
>have passions, desires, and drives that run a billion years deep
>be surprised about it

>mfw

Trans-humanism, when we have gone to far enough.

>>3329000
single brain power level =/= internet power level


my prediction is that "the internet" will become anthropomorphized and simply be called "internet"

we begin to speak like borg for the sake of simplification.

classrooms at the level of OP's prediction are essentially one entity. we are the borg.

I feel no remorse. Morals, ethics and compassion are frothy, fleshy things and I am made of steel. Enveloped in a cobalt and violescent universe of radiant vision, resounding with the maddened radiophonic babbling that organic things cannot hear, I know such startling and hysterically distorted images that cellular brains could never endure. I wheel through angry pixelated gulfs of harshened scenery and vast sensory landscapes of such apocalyptic grandeur that even my own in human coldness is pierced and I am wrenched with abysmal exaltations; smashing seizures of polychrome ecstasy. Every instinct and amplified reflex explodes into the primitive fury, and my body is a metal fist that cannot be restrained as the roaring within reaches its abrasive maniacal height.

They call me android, cyborg, humanoid logic unit, bionic mastertool; living metal. But those are pale, shallow human names. I am part of a whole new race composed of ceramic-mesh tissues, crystalline micronerves and glittering polarized silicon. We grow in human eggs and burst from quicksilver chrysalides like nothing else in nature. Our lives are thunderstorms of sound and light on every wavelength of the electromagnetic spectrum. Billions of coiling neurowires strung through our chrome carcasses electrify with a tremendous shocking vitality at the turbulent symphony of signals we continually absorb. Colossal stormblasts of gibberish and staticky overload crash through our over-receptive minds. Every frequency in Creation shrieks with bouncing commands, weird audiovisual sequences and streams of drilling binary. Nothing can shut it off, nothing can purge its withering bright volume, and humans cannot comprehend it.xualities.

The human genome will. But what was born out of Mankind, that will live on until there is not a proton to remember what we did.

bumping for transhumanism

Memory

Do we know whether it's a thing that depends on the constant interaction between neurons, or is it all physically recorded somewhere and read back the way one may record on a bounded tape?

The next day, America still stood, and so did the rest of the world.
40 extra years in a polyfullerene can with bits of string, unable to decelerate since its solar sail had been blown apart. 40 years without even the smallest chance to go back to the world he had never considered home and always wanted to escape from but in those last four years he had found a small reason to want to go back.
The two were separated by an ever-increasing gulf of space and and even greater gulf between her time-objective and his time-subjective.

Broken promises, dictators blowing up the first of the great sails, the ship that had gone on the first of the voyages of dawn, arcologies crumbling due to lack of trained personnel to maintain them (Anyone with the brains to do so left for the off-world colonies), and women who were not quite women looking through the diamondoid glass of the observation room of asteroid Kleopatra's colony, looking at the constellation of Sagittarius, trying to find the small 10 meter long canister that was there, somewhere

We could also have a Singularity... Just because...

Also this.

Pic related, it's GLORIOUS TRANSHUMANISM.

Pic related it's the GLORIOUS TRANSHUMANIST FUTURE HAHA.

Another reason to love transhumanism.

... Am I the only one who thinks pic related is strangely arousing?

>>1560993

We would all become slaves, á la Manna.

Or á la pic related.

>mfw this thread

Quick /sci/! Who's the best tripfag? Time to decide.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS.