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Cyberculture, Cyborgs and Science Fiction: Consciousness and the Posthuman

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“Does it truly make a difference how I’m alive?” I asked him. But he didn’t answer. I walked over to where Hayden stood, resting my hand on his. I looked at the photo he held before making my way along the wall. Every photo was of our family. The family that existed before the accident. The family that existed before I was struck by a car. I wasn’t supposed to remember it, but I did. When they exported my memories and my life from my body, every trace of the accident was supposed to be erased. But it still remained. You can’t erase death. That was what Hayden was trying to tell me. No matter how much he wanted to forget, he couldn’t.”

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“But now, to deny the change requires a wilful ignorance since, if you observe bodies clothed in steel flowing over highways, or how we’ve outsourced half our memory to these devices, these exobrains we carry around, and if you note how even our most intimate relationships occur remotely, at great distances from one another, if you see all this, well, it isn’t such an original observation, dear cyborgs, to say that human and machine long ago merged inextricably.”

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“...tried to scream, but the animal’s paw was crushing his shoulder. He slammed his shotgun into the dog’s head, hoping to break its jaw, but it felt like hitting a tree with a tennis racket. Before he could think, the black beast ripped his shotgun from his hands and bit the weapon in half. Tramm thought he must be hallucinating. The pain in his chest! He could hear his ribs start to crack, one after the other, pop… snap… pop… impossible pressure! He looked over at Jenks as the first dog removed his partner’s head with two ravenous bites, rivers of blood slavering between its silver teeth. Were the dogs’ eyes red now? Phillip Tramm gasped his final breath as he looked down at his own body. The monster pinning him to the ground had pushed its paw through his shoulder. The dog was studying him, pointed canines hovering centimeters from his face like black blades. He could see the moonlight poking through the canopy of leaves above. The teeth came closer, closer, slow and merciless. The animal had no breath? How strange. Somewhere in the distance, an owl cried out. The haunted sound echoed through the trees, and then the moonlight was gone for good.”

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Book:The 18th Shadow Boxset
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“If I just do Molly's book, it'll go uncredited. No one will know that I worked on it. It'll do nothing for me or my career. I may as well have not written anything at all." "But is that what this is all about for you? You and your career? Is that why you became a writer, so that people would know who you are? Or was it to do work that matters?" This was spilling over into the same debate that they'd had on their first date. Gabe was comfortable in the shadows, setting his ego aside and staying out of the limelight. But was Gabe doing the honorable thing or the cowardly thing? What kind of career could you have--- as either a chef or a writer--- if nobody knew who you were? Isabella wasn't sure that she wanted to give up her shot at the limelight just yet. "You can be a well-known writer who does good, meaningful work... They're not mutually exclusive," countered Isabella. "Is it good, meaningful work when you're betraying someone who trusts you? To expose all of their secrets and stories from their private life?" That one stung. "It's not a betrayal when you're telling the truth," argued Isabella, repositioning herself to face Gabe. "If someone lets you into their world," said Gabe, rolling to face her, "isn't there a presumption of privacy? I can't imagine writing a tell-all about any of the chefs that I've worked for, even when the chef was shitty. Nobody in my industry would ever do that." "Of course they would! Haven't you ever seen The Bear?" "The Bear's a TV show." "But it started as a book." "I'm pretty sure it didn't." "The point is," said a flustered Isabella, getting out of bed, "the right choice will be obvious to me when it's time." She said it with such conviction she almost believed it herself. "The right choice is obvious to me now.”

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Book:Food Person
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