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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: The Dating Wars
« on: February 08, 2015, 09:19:43 am »
I catch the flicker of a frown cross my face before I school it away. She must have caught it. I should have known better but I need more data and it's taking longer than I expected.

As I study her face for acknowledgement of my error, the information starts scrolling in, mocking my impatience. Reviews and star ratings, recommendations of similar partners. I begin to approach, skimming the content of the reviews as I cross the room. I freeze, sensing a similar increase in tension among others sharing the room.

They've got the same notification I do. An anomalously favourable partner-competitor ratio coupled with fairly dramatic promiscuity estimates at a nearby venue. It's a sensitive situation to navigate, as even those not subscribed to the somewhat exclusive feeds I (and evidently some others) have access to can sense that something is happening. I need to bail on this place and figure out my approach to the other without disclosing too much information through my behaviour.

</teaser because I had this sitting in open browser tab unfinished and am closing it down before travelling>

Dad is in hospital with HA-MRSA and cellulitis after a hip replacement, so that's not great.

It's probably a small symbolic thing for me if I'm at the restaurant, because it's not a sign saying "Lol, you personally being assaulted or exploited in the restroom is something that very well could happen", but in the face of all of the really big problems you acknowledge need to be addressed, it would probably be really nice to use a public toilet without being  explicitly reminded of that threat, I imagine.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / The Dating Wars
« on: February 06, 2015, 09:28:09 am »
I stroll into the club, projecting an air of confidence and machismo. I know I'm projecting an air of these things because that's what my pheromone augmentations are configured to do and at the bottom left corner of my heads-up display are readings on range and efficacy.

I slow momentarily as I enter, evaluating my prospects for scoring based on competitor to eligible partner ratio. The pause is also an opportunity to calculate escape routes and establish whether any of the existing occupants pose a threat. I catch the eye of a brunette near the bar, not too tall, probably about a 4 in my estimate. I'm not far off. My HUD suggests nearly a 5 because of the modifier to social value afforded to her by some simple analytics on her SocioNet profile, ranking especially highly in genetics on the grounds that her mother is still pretty fit.

She inhales deeply, locking eyes with mine. I keep my face steady, knowing that she's tracking microexpressions and using olfactory enhancement to detect any signs of malintent or aggression.

The screen behind the bar lights up red, casting a menacing glow across her face as an advertisement from the AXE Corporation for mods maybe a version or two ahead of mine and the famous line. "Tomahawk. Bitches don't know about it." In a simpler time, that was true. Before dating became an arms race.

The sign was fucking horrible. The 'woah, some people just don't like funny things' compounding stupidity.

Which part is causing satire detector to fritz out?

All of it.  The idea.  The response.  The fact that someone is reporting on it.


Yeah, ridiculousness everywhere.

Which part is causing satire detector to fritz out?

Techmology and Scientism / Re: The Tech Forum
« on: January 29, 2015, 08:12:50 am »
I would start a thread and see if it has legs, unless you mean to bring in an audience from places that aren't here, in which case a small board might be suitable.

Segregating Facebook profiles for security discussions are a bother.

Is a humanoid shape the optimum way to lift things or kill things?

I ask because the main application of bipedal robotics I'm aware of are human-impersonation (and if people will do, why augment them at all?) and as a research tool to develop the very cyborg upgrades/replacements you're talking about.

Most dirty/dangerous jobs we might like to apply robotics to seem to be performed better by nonhumanoid robots, to generalise somewhat.

More immediately useful in which situations?

That image bothers me in ways I find hard to describe.

First off, it's perfectly transparent about advertising snickers. But, it doesn't even get their ad right.

Second, it implies that (1) a firearm can take confectionery as ammunition, (2) Snickers bars are readily available in a combat zone, (3) gloves are required to handle candy bars, and (4) a damage bonus against enemies with peanut allergies is worth the required skill investment into weapon modification

In other words, the person who initially made it completely failed (on many levels) to comprehend the basic ideas of both weapon modification and candy bar commercials, and yet decided to combine them anyway. Probably, if I posted this rant to him directly, he'd have a hissy fit and complain about how I'm ruining his fun.

I guess what really bothers me is that the world contains people like the one who made that photo and posted it initially without realizing anything was wrong with it.




Pretty disturbing, not still not as bad as naming a dagger after every NPC in the game and then soultrapping them in it. Who was that, Paes?


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