#Welcome To the Future
A New York artist is using the Oculus rift to simulate the feeling of the raids in Neuromancer. One of you gets to be the ass-whupping cyber-babe Molly Millions. The other is the anxiety-soaked console cowboy who must watch Molly through her own vision. Sweet Digitized Christ-Lord, this is out of control. My cyberpunk boner has speared through my computer desk.
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Bill Gates! The fuck!, bro? Shouldn’t you be taking pies to face and funding programs that turn human turds into beef patties or some shit? Not spitting such heresy about ctrl-alt-delete. That fucking combination was essential to my growing up as a Windows-cursing PC gamer. Where would I be without it?! Eh?!
Yeahhh! Pig alert! I can’t help it (Yes I can, I’m just a piece of shit.) I want to swerve my swizzle stick all around Master Chief’s blue-bummed aid’s ass. Or something. What am I even talking about? So tired. Oh yeah! Being attracted to polygons. Cortana. Yum yum. Microsoft must know that I’m not alone, because they’re calling their Siri equivalent “Cortana.”
Well, this is unreal. Researchers believe that they have performed the first noninvasive human brain-to-brain interface. This is the sort of future-porn nausea that has me simultaneously clapping. And puking. Just roll with it, Caff. There ain’t anything else you can do.
I knew that my rotting teeth were good for something. Well, you know. Good for something other than generating the scent of a rotten hallway whenever I yawned. You see, these teeth are the answer. The answer to “how can we clone Caff?” Apparently.
This is either terrifying game-over material, or the lube you’ve been looking for to stroke your cyberpunk bits with. A group of scientists Daring to Approach the Lords have concocted a way to read letters. Directly from your fucking brain.
Yesterday’s big buzz was that Google’s Lead Czar was talking to the Powerful Guy from the NFL about some sort of nexus-connection. At the center of this buzz was the idea that through some wondrous developments we all don’t deserve NFL Sunday Ticket could come to YouTube.
Here is some fiery retro-future hotness upside your head. The Ray Bradbury’s zine from way (way) back in the day has found itself nestled in the digital age, upon the glorious technological waves of the Internet. In other words, them scans of the aforementioned fucker have been posted online.
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As evidenced by prior contributions (exhibit a, b, and c), Benjamin Santiago ain’t just a friend of the site. That son of a bitch is also a nauseatingly talented artist. The GoodSir has dropped a video of his latest piece titled SWOON. It was performed at the Ferro Strouse Gallery as part of Bustin’ Out.
Hit the jump to check Benjamin’s latest jam.
That talented bastard.