Very odd-looking snow is falling - it looks like that fake snow glitter that is glopped onto cheap decorations. It's jumbo, crystalline, glittery, and rough.

There's about, oh, an inch or so of new snow (and it falls yet).

Lu rang to see how I am faring in this weather. She has a lot of pain and was telling me about brain surgery intended to stop a brain with faulty wiring due to brain damage from wrongly interpreting signals as pain, which I thought sounded Not Good. Also being recommended methadone* by the doctors was not what I consider to be useful advice.
Me: You'd be better off taking heroin than methadone. It wouldn't even help if they could transplant your brain into another body if it's the brain that's the problem. They need to start digitising brains. I'd volunteer like a shot if they wanted to make a robot/cyborg body and load my brain into it. It would be made of very light but resiliant material. And you'd be able to fly in my version of the future. And you'd keep a backup of yer brain and every night you'd plug in and backup your memories in case you got hit by a piano.
L: I suppose it will be how human beings finally are able to live forever. Would it be popular?
Me: I think it would depend upon whether or not people could have sex.
L: It would be like those Viagra warnings - "if you have an erection lasting more than three hours..."
Me: It might be more a digital experience - you have a usb port in your finger and the other person sticks their drive in it and there's a non-physical experience.
L: Hmmm maybe but I think people would want simulated physicality.
Me: Then I suppose it all depends upon the development of digital genitals.

*blecch

Labels: Protoblather, Robots, Rotting Infrastructure