Monday, July 27th, 2009
Animated sequel to War of the Worlds done by the Heavy Metal crew.
It’s set after the invasion, with man adapting the martian technology, combining it with steam power, developing airships etc. Looks to be pretty lavish, and as a fan of Heavy Metal I look forward to checkin out what they can do with a decent budget. Lets hope it has some good tunes and not the trash movies like Transformers get stuck with.
Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
So @greatdismal keeps tweeting interesting links credited to one Paul McAuley. Who turns out to be a botanist and fellow (to GD) sci-fiberpunk author. Nanotech and biotech inclined, all the kinda stuff that makes my amygdala light up when I read.
So I say hay, he must have a voice on the internet if he’s a ’self-described science junkie’ (and you’ll notice this is filed under technofetiche) so I scroll to the bottom of Wikipedia and find his blog.
And on his blog, first post, is the following gem about a sci fi magazine asking select people to post what they think is the best short stories, and analyses, of then links to read some of the stories being reviewed.
Sometimes, the internet is indistinguishable from magic.
@GD also posted this link on a story of a brand of cigarettes made to be smuggled. All that crap we hear about drugs and smuggling and gangsters and what-not…. for cigarettes. Billion dollar industry. It almost makes me want to go find and buy some, just to participate, just to own such a weird object for a while, before I get someone to smoke them for me.
Monday, July 20th, 2009
Friday, July 3rd, 2009
Update: Whoops, forgot to link the actual article on this from Next Big Future.
It lifts itself AND it’s power source already at this stage. Of course, this is being built for the military, so it’ll be able to accomplish much more (and much more sinister) tasks in the future.
It will, however, trickle down. Within the next 10 years or so, we should be able to populate our gardens with robotic sparrows. Task one: eat those fucking wasps. Task two: see task one. Task three: look wicked.
Wednesday, June 24th, 2009
AN AUTHOR:
Madeline Ashby is a graduate student living in Toronto and working on a thesis regarding anime, fandom, and cyborg theory. She also writes for Frames Per Second Magazine and WorldChanging Canada. Between Japanese lessons and workshop meetings, she has foolishly embarked on a project called The Von Neumann Wives.
HER STORY:
The Motes let Xian go, and she tucked herself, twitching and sweating, into a loose ball until the crane plucked her like fruit from her sector of the performance space. The Motes really had a lot to say, this session, and her body had contorted in ways it hadn’t since her People’s Colonial Circus days: her toes near her eyes, her spine a half-circle. A nurse pulled Xian’s collar down and slapped on a pain patch. Xian’s body, so light in this space, took on a false heaviness as the drug worked at softening the impact of what the Motes’ molecular machines had done to it. Someone gave her a drink – potassium and sodium chloride and all the chemicals the Motes liked to mimic when their machines broadcast signals through a Dancer’s nervous system, bypassing the brain’s own signals. She needed to replenish. She needed to sleep. She needed to place her bets.
