Can anyone send me a link directly to the download page, adf.ly excluded? I wish I could use adf.ly, but my father has cookies disabled on his browser because he doesn't trust websites like adf.ly, despite multiple reminders from him that linux based operating systems can't get viruses. Either way, I can't navigate past adf.ly, can anyone help me out?
I know, I know, this sounds like something straight out of "Deus Ex: Human Revolution", but I think a legitimate field could develop here. Research recently has gone into seemingly separate fields but I think this is where it all comes together.
Biotechnology is the act of creating non-biological mimics or enhancements of actual human body functions that interact with the biological human body to create a being identical or even better than ourselves. It involves taking human evolution into our own hands, changing the world in the process. In order to delve into this there are a few things you have to understand:
1. Transhumanism is the philosophical idea that eventually humans will use their own intellect to exceed human nature, and its consequences, like greed and poverty
2. Scientific research is going to naturally progress on its own. You can't stop progress and you sure as heck can't predict it, but I do my best to try.
3. For the most part human technology tends to follow inspiration set by science fiction rather than actual human goals, especially after the 20th century.
4.There are criteria to be met to reach the fields of biotechnology and bioengineering, for the most part these criteria are possibly self-fulfilling.
-We need access to the motor and thinking controls of the human brain.
-We need significantly downscaled technology that can interact with these portions of the human brain.
-We need to know how to use and interpret brain waves.
-We need a low power-low cost way to meet all of these criteria.
-We need a way to mimic human muscle and tissue.
Recently a lot of research has been put into analysing the human brain and how it functions. Even though we essentially know where motor controls take place and where the brain thinks it's still an enigma to us how it works. We are conducting research on brain waves and encoding and interpreting them. We're also considerably downscaling our computing technology (Your phone has more storage than the entire world had in 1980) and making it more powerful and efficient in the process.
Even though we have the means to mimic the flesh and bone, we need a way to harness energy from outside of the body. There is no way to exceed physical limitations if we comply to the normal physical way of making energy.
Despite all of these problems companies and researchers working on seemingly different problems are all converging on this one field, and I feel the peek of that convergence arriving soon. Maybe too soon.
I'd love to know what you think of my ramblings, and whether or not the fictional form of this seemingly legitimate field is completely reasonable or completely insane.
A lot of people around our age do experience this sort of thing at one point or another. It's happened to me every so often (though more variable than yours, not the same thing every time), and you'd probably be right in saying it's partially hormonal, along with stress loads. The best thing you can do is associate yourself with things and people you love to help yourself regain hope for general life. Basically, just push through it and it's disappear quite quickly.
As for the thing with change, it's something you can't handle so I wouldn't try to deceive yourself into thinking so, or try and prevent change. It's unhealthy, as you've gotten first hand experience from, you just have to adapt. That's how us humans have survived the past 120k years, adaptability.
I only realise now the futility of me posting this in the first place. Thank you for reminding me that, through what change we get we adjust and move on.
I realise now why I have mixed feelings about obtaining control. It's hardly about responsibility and more about straight up stubbornness.
For a while it had been my world view that I was an advisor to my friends, merely acting outside their social circles to help them maintain some semblance of normalcy. I feel ashamed to admit I viewed their problems as objectives to be completed, to help them. I had, for a long time realised that it was mostly keeping my sanity in tact, but I never assumed it would go as deep as I find it now. I depended on them more than I ever realised. I helped them because I couldn't help myself, the way I am in my own secluded world.
Breaking free from my own mental barriers was a shock to my system.
Change is a harder mountain to topple, and in a sense I still have yet to. There are obvious reasons to despise change, given the nature of my previous literate endeavour I'll assume you know them. But there are other deeper reasons. One is losing progress, psychologically. It feels like everyone expects a lesson from the change, but it comes as a shock that no matter how changed you were and how sincere the morals actually were, you still end up back at square zero. Wipe the slate to a shining white, adapt, start again.
White. Huh. While a shining light to others, the beckoning is lost on me, why I've been so quick to tire on my opinion of change is an enigma.
Edit: This is me trying to sound sophisticated without being hopelessly depressed. I hope this post didn't sound as much like a bad poem a lonely teenager writes to you as it does to me.
I don't think you could classify my condition as depression, really. I might have my low points, but for the most part I'm perfectly happy with my life. Or so I was.
Now more than ever I'm lost, the world collapsing around me. I assume it's not only the stress of life but also the stress of hormones and emotional inconsistency that gets the better of me. Being the inquisitive type I naturally decided to spend my free time thinking, and recently was no exception.
I took my time to evaluate my mental condition. How it took my so long to find the inner workings of myself I find bewildering.
Like any other human, I fear change. I knew this, but it surprisingly connected to other aspects of my life too. The source of this fear is an easy one to gather, even if the change is for the better, the certainty of now is better that the uncertainty of something better. Because of this fear, I get attached to concepts or ideas to keep me away from the threat I feel. It also attaches directly to my other fears that don't seem to have a grounding in reality, like heights or social exclusion.
Because of the fear of change I exclude myself from society under the persona that I understand now is definitely not me. I act awkward, giving myself a two dimensional character to view the world from, a cultural lens. I feel (subconsciously) that if I create this disconnect between me and the world I'll be safe from all of the changes that come from it. It also seems to be the reason I take to games and the internet, the internet is the one true place I can express my emotions (Albeit still through the murky filter of culture and heritage) and likewise a game, outside of my own personal control, letting the events happen around me tends to reflect my own personal life as well, a superficial persona.
I also create this separation from society because I feel society is out of my control. I can't live life with a plan or incentive because it feels hopeless, and instead I follow the loose steps everybody else takes. Control is impossible, and when I catch a glimpse of it, it is always followed by responsibility and the crushing blow that there is no true control over my fate, I'll be in control but on the inside I'll still be me and not the lens persona I've taken on in the world.
I think the slow track to this self realisation began when my grandfather died. I have an odd way of dealing with death, probably not the healthiest way either, I feel obligated to fix what they died from. I feel obligated to fix all of the problems. After all, control over my own fate is (was) the goal. After a while I end up lost, back where I started, but in a deeper depression disguised by my own willingness to maintain the lens, to experience the world through a naive unchanging view.
Needless to say I was shaken. It's expected from the death of a loved one. I started to grasp my psychological condition, but by very little. At the time I assumed the world was better off dragging me along on it's shoulders. My performance in school dipped, by a little. It's hard to fail, at my grade and intelligence. I suppose I also have school to thank for coming to this verdict. My own competitiveness with my peers (Who didn't seem to think it was a competition) made me finally put effort into my work and my academia. Although you could hardly see it on the outside, I hid further in my psychological wall in public, looking through a confined lens, while on the internet I occasionally let my interest in helping others get the better of me. My "Research" if you could call it that was simple, learn about complex social situations and learn how to diffuse them. It didn't originally seem to be my goal, in fact it seemed hard to determine a goal from my aimless wandering at all, but There was a tendency in my browsing to look up things like the origins of emotion and transhumanism, the vast difference between the two was interesting to me.
I'm sad to say that upon learning this difference, I felt lost. The world seemed set, in motion, the future I envisioned impossible. Human life became a futile existence for me, desperately clinging on to the culture it has instead of learning towards the future. The irony being I was completely voluntarily doing the exact same thing to seem normal.
Things remained relatively the same for a year, until now. Recently I had a lot of free time to think, and upon discovering the nature of every action I have taken so far, I have become lost. I do not know what I can do when I understand my own thoughts and fears. Every action I take is painful, and without somebody else feeling the same way I can't fathom the pain ever going away.
I look into the mirror and I don't see myself, I see a lens through which to view the world.
Say somebody makes a comment with intent on satire that is taken the wrong way. Who here is at fault?
To elaborate, say somebody makes an intentionally racist comment sarcastically troll people. It's obviously a troll, but the comment was designed in such a way to intentionally mock trolls too. What would be your reaction to all this, and would any action be appropriate?
Essentially you could do nothing. Responding to it violently will cause the troll to fall back on "sarcasm". Responding to it in the troll's desired way, seeing through the sarcasm would lead to others reacting as if t was your actual belief too.
I rarely get the white wool without losing all my stuff. Yeah, skeletons (but also creepers) How'd you guess?
I never saw anything wrong with Spellbound Caves dungeons, they always seemed pretty intuitive to me. I suppose with all the mob buffs there's no such thing as an easy CTM map anymore.
Rules:
1. You may do anything necessary to survive
2. Use at least easy, never peaceful
3. Try not to die in a fire, as there is only one spot of lava in the entire dungeon.
That's about it, hope you can respond with feedback. I'm itching to continue.
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I think you mean title, man.
Tittle is a little odd.
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Spellbound caves. I have the most expirience with it.
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Biotechnology is the act of creating non-biological mimics or enhancements of actual human body functions that interact with the biological human body to create a being identical or even better than ourselves. It involves taking human evolution into our own hands, changing the world in the process. In order to delve into this there are a few things you have to understand:
1. Transhumanism is the philosophical idea that eventually humans will use their own intellect to exceed human nature, and its consequences, like greed and poverty
2. Scientific research is going to naturally progress on its own. You can't stop progress and you sure as heck can't predict it, but I do my best to try.
3. For the most part human technology tends to follow inspiration set by science fiction rather than actual human goals, especially after the 20th century.
4.There are criteria to be met to reach the fields of biotechnology and bioengineering, for the most part these criteria are possibly self-fulfilling.
-We need access to the motor and thinking controls of the human brain.
-We need significantly downscaled technology that can interact with these portions of the human brain.
-We need to know how to use and interpret brain waves.
-We need a low power-low cost way to meet all of these criteria.
-We need a way to mimic human muscle and tissue.
Recently a lot of research has been put into analysing the human brain and how it functions. Even though we essentially know where motor controls take place and where the brain thinks it's still an enigma to us how it works. We are conducting research on brain waves and encoding and interpreting them. We're also considerably downscaling our computing technology (Your phone has more storage than the entire world had in 1980) and making it more powerful and efficient in the process.
Even though we have the means to mimic the flesh and bone, we need a way to harness energy from outside of the body. There is no way to exceed physical limitations if we comply to the normal physical way of making energy.
Despite all of these problems companies and researchers working on seemingly different problems are all converging on this one field, and I feel the peek of that convergence arriving soon. Maybe too soon.
I'd love to know what you think of my ramblings, and whether or not the fictional form of this seemingly legitimate field is completely reasonable or completely insane.
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I only realise now the futility of me posting this in the first place. Thank you for reminding me that, through what change we get we adjust and move on.
I realise now why I have mixed feelings about obtaining control. It's hardly about responsibility and more about straight up stubbornness.
For a while it had been my world view that I was an advisor to my friends, merely acting outside their social circles to help them maintain some semblance of normalcy. I feel ashamed to admit I viewed their problems as objectives to be completed, to help them. I had, for a long time realised that it was mostly keeping my sanity in tact, but I never assumed it would go as deep as I find it now. I depended on them more than I ever realised. I helped them because I couldn't help myself, the way I am in my own secluded world.
Breaking free from my own mental barriers was a shock to my system.
Change is a harder mountain to topple, and in a sense I still have yet to. There are obvious reasons to despise change, given the nature of my previous literate endeavour I'll assume you know them. But there are other deeper reasons. One is losing progress, psychologically. It feels like everyone expects a lesson from the change, but it comes as a shock that no matter how changed you were and how sincere the morals actually were, you still end up back at square zero. Wipe the slate to a shining white, adapt, start again.
White. Huh. While a shining light to others, the beckoning is lost on me, why I've been so quick to tire on my opinion of change is an enigma.
Edit: This is me trying to sound sophisticated without being hopelessly depressed. I hope this post didn't sound as much like a bad poem a lonely teenager writes to you as it does to me.
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Now more than ever I'm lost, the world collapsing around me. I assume it's not only the stress of life but also the stress of hormones and emotional inconsistency that gets the better of me. Being the inquisitive type I naturally decided to spend my free time thinking, and recently was no exception.
I took my time to evaluate my mental condition. How it took my so long to find the inner workings of myself I find bewildering.
Like any other human, I fear change. I knew this, but it surprisingly connected to other aspects of my life too. The source of this fear is an easy one to gather, even if the change is for the better, the certainty of now is better that the uncertainty of something better. Because of this fear, I get attached to concepts or ideas to keep me away from the threat I feel. It also attaches directly to my other fears that don't seem to have a grounding in reality, like heights or social exclusion.
Because of the fear of change I exclude myself from society under the persona that I understand now is definitely not me. I act awkward, giving myself a two dimensional character to view the world from, a cultural lens. I feel (subconsciously) that if I create this disconnect between me and the world I'll be safe from all of the changes that come from it. It also seems to be the reason I take to games and the internet, the internet is the one true place I can express my emotions (Albeit still through the murky filter of culture and heritage) and likewise a game, outside of my own personal control, letting the events happen around me tends to reflect my own personal life as well, a superficial persona.
I also create this separation from society because I feel society is out of my control. I can't live life with a plan or incentive because it feels hopeless, and instead I follow the loose steps everybody else takes. Control is impossible, and when I catch a glimpse of it, it is always followed by responsibility and the crushing blow that there is no true control over my fate, I'll be in control but on the inside I'll still be me and not the lens persona I've taken on in the world.
I think the slow track to this self realisation began when my grandfather died. I have an odd way of dealing with death, probably not the healthiest way either, I feel obligated to fix what they died from. I feel obligated to fix all of the problems. After all, control over my own fate is (was) the goal. After a while I end up lost, back where I started, but in a deeper depression disguised by my own willingness to maintain the lens, to experience the world through a naive unchanging view.
Needless to say I was shaken. It's expected from the death of a loved one. I started to grasp my psychological condition, but by very little. At the time I assumed the world was better off dragging me along on it's shoulders. My performance in school dipped, by a little. It's hard to fail, at my grade and intelligence. I suppose I also have school to thank for coming to this verdict. My own competitiveness with my peers (Who didn't seem to think it was a competition) made me finally put effort into my work and my academia. Although you could hardly see it on the outside, I hid further in my psychological wall in public, looking through a confined lens, while on the internet I occasionally let my interest in helping others get the better of me. My "Research" if you could call it that was simple, learn about complex social situations and learn how to diffuse them. It didn't originally seem to be my goal, in fact it seemed hard to determine a goal from my aimless wandering at all, but There was a tendency in my browsing to look up things like the origins of emotion and transhumanism, the vast difference between the two was interesting to me.
I'm sad to say that upon learning this difference, I felt lost. The world seemed set, in motion, the future I envisioned impossible. Human life became a futile existence for me, desperately clinging on to the culture it has instead of learning towards the future. The irony being I was completely voluntarily doing the exact same thing to seem normal.
Things remained relatively the same for a year, until now. Recently I had a lot of free time to think, and upon discovering the nature of every action I have taken so far, I have become lost. I do not know what I can do when I understand my own thoughts and fears. Every action I take is painful, and without somebody else feeling the same way I can't fathom the pain ever going away.
I look into the mirror and I don't see myself, I see a lens through which to view the world.
A lens which I have shattered.
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To elaborate, say somebody makes an intentionally racist comment sarcastically troll people. It's obviously a troll, but the comment was designed in such a way to intentionally mock trolls too. What would be your reaction to all this, and would any action be appropriate?
Essentially you could do nothing. Responding to it violently will cause the troll to fall back on "sarcasm". Responding to it in the troll's desired way, seeing through the sarcasm would lead to others reacting as if t was your actual belief too.
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I never saw anything wrong with Spellbound Caves dungeons, they always seemed pretty intuitive to me. I suppose with all the mob buffs there's no such thing as an easy CTM map anymore.
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Hey to you too! Got any feedback, you know, about the map I made?
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Download:
http://www.mediafire...3k6ioo61dfk1ho6
Pics:
Rules:
1. You may do anything necessary to survive
2. Use at least easy, never peaceful
3. Try not to die in a fire, as there is only one spot of lava in the entire dungeon.
That's about it, hope you can respond with feedback. I'm itching to continue.
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Done. Also, 48 hours to make a map, my brain would die.