One day she’ll accept the trade-off, losing a piece of her humanity. She’ll look back and see the wisdom in it. But not today. Today she just wants back what she’s lost. (Oh this better, updated last sentence: Today she screams.)
Timelapse: https://bsky.app/profile/ballshapedman.bsky.social/post/3mq5v2fdv4k2n
As much as I like cybernetics and media with it, I don’t want it. I have a few irrational fears, this is one. The other is finding a toilet in a dream and using it.
Every other entry in this series has been at peace with or loved the trade-off. But I wouldn’t and when I saw the reference image I knew exactly what I was going to paint with it. Someone tortured with the choice.
I also love Fredrik Backman, Bear Town is one of my all time favorites. The way he gets me to feel emotions with his words is something else. So the blurb above is my attempt in his style.
Thoughts? Also is the rain convincing?


Well, I only used to think of positive applications and ramifications; I thought surely no human would allow conditions that create rampant misuse, or abuse, and guidelines would naturally arise to curb or mitigate any harmful potentials, despite already having seen how humans in uh… suboptimal environments behave. I was yet unaware that humans in optimal environments could behave as abhorrently, or worse. And we, the masses, don’t really get to see the goings-on behind oak doors with leaded glass, do we?
Great points, and no we don’t. I’m closer to that room now than ever, and I still don’t know.
Not even all the inhabitants do, often times.
My best to you and your lovely family.
And to you too!
Grazie.