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L’apocalipsi segons Noé, el manetes del barri

  Quan al veïnat van començar a aparèixer rumors que la gent s’havia tornat encara més estúpida de l’habitual, vaig pensar: “Res nou”. Però un dia, mentre feia cua al supermercat per comprar cafè i cinta americana, vaig rebre una trucada inesperada. "Hola, Noé? Escolta, la cosa està molt xunga. Hem de parlar." Així va començar el meu malson... i la construcció de l’arca més cutre que mai heu vist. Va resultar que la terra estava "corrompuda i plena de violència". Vaja, com qualsevol dilluns al metro. Però aquesta vegada era més greu. Em van dir que havia de salvar el món construint una mena de nau espacial... però flotant. Una arca, em deien. Vaig pensar que era una broma, però no. Era jo, una serra i una pila de fusta resinosa. Les instruccions eren clares, però inhumanes. "Cento quaranta metres de llarg, vint-i-tres d’ample i catorze d’alt. I tres pisos, eh? Que no falti espai." Vaig fer càlculs ràpids i vaig entendre que necessitava més cinta americana....

Meet the New "You" – The Cyber-Anatomy Edition


 So, you ever thought about what it would look like if you were, let’s say, transparent? Not metaphorically. I mean literally see-through, with your organs on display like a science exhibit that no one asked for. Well, here’s your answer—cyberpunk anatomy at its finest. Feast your eyes on the future version of yourself. It's like someone mashed up a medical textbook with a sci-fi movie and thought, "You know what this needs? A dash of existential dread."

Take a good look at her (you? us?). She’s chilling in some futuristic lab, meditating on what I can only assume is the meaning of life—or the fact that her intestines are in plain sight. How bold. No filters. No modesty. Just pure, unadulterated flesh and circuits. And she’s got that posture. You know, the “I’m probably better than you because I can see my own spleen and can sit on a levitating crystal thing like it’s NBD” kind of vibe.

Let’s be honest. You’re looking at this, and there’s a small part of you—maybe it’s buried under your morning emails or that to-do list that haunts your soul—but it’s there, whispering, “I want that.” Because who doesn’t want to embrace their inner futuristic, transparent cyborg goddess? You could be sitting there, fully clothed, scrolling through your feed, while she’s all "Yeah, but can you see your internal organs? Didn't think so."

Let’s not pretend like this isn’t the next step in human evolution. Forget about self-care and mindfulness retreats. You don’t need those when you’ve got a glowing skeletal structure that practically screams, “I’m advanced, and you’re just playing catch-up.” All your friends are out here talking about yoga and meditation while you're busy levitating over a techno-crystal throne, embracing your true form. Trust me, they’ll be jealous. Soon, everyone will be hopping on the "visible organs" bandwagon.

So, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, upgrade your look. Be transparent. Be bold. Be... whatever this is. The future is here, and it’s anatomically fascinating. After all, if you’re not seeing your intestines through your skin, are you even living?


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