A modern dystopian version would involve him having incurred the six million dollar debt for the costs of rebuilding him, with each episode being him taking on some kind of risky job to help pay part of it off. The finale would reveal that the sinister megacorp has no intention of letting him walk away with his bionics debt-free and set up the classic sort of action-movie confrontation
That’s not so bad. If you want to filter out people who don’t share your dark sense of humour, it could work
Either that or a police badge
4G only is my favourite gender
AFAIK, it’s privately held by the founders, who are largely driven by ideals and have no intention of selling it.
Assuming that people who menstruate = women is somewhat short-sighted, particularly in the fediverse.
Similarly in London, trains on some Underground lines are almost automated. They have drivers, whose job is to push the open/close door buttons at stops and keep an eye on things; once the doors are closed, the train drives itself to the next stop. This is largely to placate the unions.
Well, if those lives can only be saved by encroaching on the sacred freedom of vroom vroom, perhaps those people don’t get to live, and their inevitable deaths are a regrettable necessity, and/or part of the great circle of life
It is an unwritten social rule that prison is a place of punishment for transgression, and as such separate from the free population. Opening spare prison cells to free people in need of shelter (whether the unhoused, or paying tourists/seasonal labourers, or low-income tenants), with some residents having different privileges than others, would violate this separation and the symbolic significance of prison.
A similar policy would be to make housing double as a low-security prison: have the locks be configurable so that apartments can be reconfigured as cells. This would make it too easy to go between freedom and imprisonment, though: in a free society, this process is meant to have a lot of friction. Of course, there is currently due process meaning that your leaving-the-house privileges can’t be revoked summarily over, say, unpaid bills, though they are now a matter of policy and can be changed as such.
Lemmy is a haven for the various kinds of material that, for one reason or another, has no place in commercial surveillance-capitalist social media, so you can expect lots of furry porn, horny anime and other such material alongside the Marxism-Leninism, calls to boycott Israel and frank talk about mental health and disability.
It goes around in cycles, and “postmodernism” is just the name we gave to the idea of borrowing superficially from movements of the past without submitting to the deeper totalising meanings that the aesthetic/stylistic details in question emerged from, at that point in history. (It was so named because it contrasted with 20th-century high modernism and its belief in overarching systems and the possibility of universal meanings.) Looking back in history, you find postmodern-style epochs of stylistic appropriation/recontextualisation at various times, such as the rediscovery of classical aesthetics during the Renaissance.
It could be argued that postmodernism emerged from an unspoken universalising ideology: the me-first individualism of the baby-boom generation and the market-oriented neoliberalism that took charge in the US and UK at the start of the 80s and proclaimed its victory for all time when the USSR fell (as in Fukuyama’s “end of history”); to wit: there are no universal truths, only individual opinions, all overseen by the invisible hand of the market. Since then, history has loudly restarted, and the eternal consumerist utopia of the 90s feels as retrofuturistic as an episode of The Jetsons. Parts of postmodernism will be absorbed into what follows where useful (i.e. the idea of novels having metanarratives, or sampling/appropriation by mechanical reproduction as a creative tool), others will become a stereotypical period feature, in the way that that art-deco font signifies the 1920s or angular motel signs the 1950s, and the cycle will resume.
Having said that, with history having restarted, various kinds of Romanticism and/or Neue Sachlichkeit-style realism could emerge; though, of course, not in the same form as past versions.
Reset her prompt
Once you take the leap of faith and accept that a housecat can have opinions about days of the working week, anything can follow.
How smart would you bet on the median guy being?
In the words of J. R. “Bob” Dobbs, “You know how dumb the average guy is? Well, by definition, half of ‘em are even dumber than that”
Do you want to wake up minus a kidney? Because that’s how you wake up minus a kidney.
Malcolm McLaren was one of the great admen of the 20th century.
tl;dr: their music is microtonal.
“Plays with neurobiology and physics” is stretching it a bit thin, much like referring to any experience as “physically altering your brain”
“Don’t mention the war” doesn’t seem to have made it to Japan