Would an immortal transhuman have a concept of "history." If it is memory, is it history?
Would a transhuman have a concept of sin?
Would a transhuman feel guilt or shame?
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
more from Peter T. Sheeple...
I had a dreadful hangover…
And found myself confronting a short furry thing with big claws and purple tentacles around its nose. "'Morning," it said.
"Blaga," I said.
"Sorry about ringing the bell, but I wanted to get you walking around a bit. Sober you up. And besides, it makes for verisimilitude."
"Erfulga," I said.
"Shall we go into the kitchen?" it said, and glided off like whats-his-name's ghost in that play by ole Billy-Bob Shakespeare where Lady Mac ventilates people with sharp objects a lot.
I paused. Clearly, this was not going to be one of my better days. When the hallucinations start getting that elaborate, well, red sky at morning and batten the hatches and all hands on deck. We're in for a touch of the nasty.
Still, at least this one was polite. Not like that snotty pink elephant that keeps making those crushing remarks about my stamp collection.
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And found myself confronting a short furry thing with big claws and purple tentacles around its nose. "'Morning," it said.
"Blaga," I said.
"Sorry about ringing the bell, but I wanted to get you walking around a bit. Sober you up. And besides, it makes for verisimilitude."
"Erfulga," I said.
"Shall we go into the kitchen?" it said, and glided off like whats-his-name's ghost in that play by ole Billy-Bob Shakespeare where Lady Mac ventilates people with sharp objects a lot.
I paused. Clearly, this was not going to be one of my better days. When the hallucinations start getting that elaborate, well, red sky at morning and batten the hatches and all hands on deck. We're in for a touch of the nasty.
Still, at least this one was polite. Not like that snotty pink elephant that keeps making those crushing remarks about my stamp collection.
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The Pride and the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple
From "The Pride and the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple"
Now, I say, this is going to be just a wee bit complicated, what with me almost marrying Senator Cyanide Cindy and Julie the Giantess at the same time, plus there was that riot at the guesthouse in the Peace Garden, and Uncle Sidney with the rocket launcher, and Cave Man Carl with his pants off, and there was me in the French Maid outfit …and, of course, my meeting Multi the supercomputer mole who got me out of it all even if it meant skipping planet for a couple of months until the heat was off. But the Lunar Alps are lovely this time of year. So, as they say in Paris, pas de problemos.
But, like I say, complificated, and you may want to take notes and work it all out later...
More here: The Pride and the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple
Now, I say, this is going to be just a wee bit complicated, what with me almost marrying Senator Cyanide Cindy and Julie the Giantess at the same time, plus there was that riot at the guesthouse in the Peace Garden, and Uncle Sidney with the rocket launcher, and Cave Man Carl with his pants off, and there was me in the French Maid outfit …and, of course, my meeting Multi the supercomputer mole who got me out of it all even if it meant skipping planet for a couple of months until the heat was off. But the Lunar Alps are lovely this time of year. So, as they say in Paris, pas de problemos.
But, like I say, complificated, and you may want to take notes and work it all out later...
More here: The Pride and the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple
from "The Pride and the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple"
She was shaking my hand and saying, "Oh, you wouldn't remember me, but, I knew you when you were just a slip of a lad."
"You did?" I said, watching her pump my hand some more.
"Oh, yes, when we visited your mother and father. I bounced you on my knee."
"Really?" I added, trying to extract my hand and not succeeding particularly.
"You were a darling child," she continued. "Many was the time you sat on my lap while I read you fairy tales before bedtime."
"Fairy tales," I concurred, still not getting the hand loose.
"Yes, in my lap. You were so cozy and warm. You'd cuddle up and put your sweet little head right…there." And she pulled my hand to where there was. As a gentleman, I shall not specify. Suffice to say that on the general map of things it was a location south of the chin and north of the sternum and that a great deal of mountainous geography was involved.
"You did?" I said, watching her pump my hand some more.
"Oh, yes, when we visited your mother and father. I bounced you on my knee."
"Really?" I added, trying to extract my hand and not succeeding particularly.
"You were a darling child," she continued. "Many was the time you sat on my lap while I read you fairy tales before bedtime."
"Fairy tales," I concurred, still not getting the hand loose.
"Yes, in my lap. You were so cozy and warm. You'd cuddle up and put your sweet little head right…there." And she pulled my hand to where there was. As a gentleman, I shall not specify. Suffice to say that on the general map of things it was a location south of the chin and north of the sternum and that a great deal of mountainous geography was involved.
and an attempt at transhumanist humor
And I've just put a new piece on Amazon. This one is an attempt at linking transhumanism to humor...the result of a challenge I got from the folks at B&B...
It's here: The Pride And the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple....
It's here: The Pride And the Glory of Peter T. Sheeple....
Monday, October 3, 2011
new effort coming soon
I'll shortly be putting something new. I've tried to combine humor, science fiction, and transhumanism.
more to come soon
more to come soon
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