Lol. Yeah, read that one, too, and had to smile. Wanted to send it to Tildeb, lol. What did you menatlly stress when you read (and re-posted) it: "I find my courage where I can..." or "...I take my weapons from science, because they work, bitches"?
The second. Partly because it's totally true, and also because many and long ago I read a story by the highly amusing benchilada that I loved, and which ended with the line "my hate is steam-powered, bitches!" which this comic, though totally unrelated in plot and point, reminded me of.
Dunno if you're familiar with Warren Ellis (author, comics, wrote Transmetropolitan and Red, which was just made into a movie) but he did a call for short stories many and long ago, under a project called Strange Machine. That's where I first ran across Benchilada. I have no idea how many of these links are still functional, it was a long time ago... but here's the list I had of my favorites: http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/tag/strange%20machine
Here's Benchilada's, I checked and it does still work...but I misremembered the last line, it's "my hate is powered by steam, you sons of bitches." http://benchilada.livejournal.com/28322.html
ooooooooh.... I keep forgetting you're just a young'un. I can't grab all the Strange Machine stuff for you, but here's Ben's:
Back then, our eyes didn’t flicker with electricity. You couldn’t smell ozone when somebody winked at you. Now I see you on the streets, proudly aglow with “who you are.” Whoring advertisements into my brain from your aura. Clothing strobing its brand name. Dating banners hanging from your asses. Seventeen ways to IM you, all in different colors. The only information transmitted from my Eyes™ to yours is my ID number and basic medical information. The Society wants to remove 4/5ths of my brain and replace it with “something else.” They’ll make me the first viral transmitter in sixty years. Just by looking at you, I’ll corrupt your input; I’ll damage your output. Turn on your porn tonight, you’ll see THE MAN IN THE WHITE SUIT instead. Your ScreemNoize disc will play Django Reinhardt. Cars will look like they’re on wheels. And once we’ve infected enough of you, we’ll close all broadcasts. When you look at somebody, you’ll not see neon, you’ll see their face. Their beautiful, untouched face. This won’t fix society, but I’m 139 years old and I just want to show you where I used to live. My hate is powered by steam, you sons of bitches.
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What did you menatlly stress when you read (and re-posted) it: "I find my courage where I can..." or "...I take my weapons from science, because they work, bitches"?
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I have no idea how many of these links are still functional, it was a long time ago... but here's the list I had of my favorites:
http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/tag/strange%20machine
Here's Benchilada's, I checked and it does still work...but I misremembered the last line, it's "my hate is powered by steam, you sons of bitches."
http://benchilada.livejournal.com/28322.html
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Back then, our eyes didn’t flicker with electricity. You couldn’t smell ozone when somebody winked at you.
Now I see you on the streets, proudly aglow with “who you are.” Whoring advertisements into my brain from your aura. Clothing strobing its brand name. Dating banners hanging from your asses. Seventeen ways to IM you, all in different colors.
The only information transmitted from my Eyes™ to yours is my ID number and basic medical information.
The Society wants to remove 4/5ths of my brain and replace it with “something else.” They’ll make me the first viral transmitter in sixty years. Just by looking at you, I’ll corrupt your input; I’ll damage your output. Turn on your porn tonight, you’ll see THE MAN IN THE WHITE SUIT instead. Your ScreemNoize disc will play Django Reinhardt. Cars will look like they’re on wheels. And once we’ve infected enough of you, we’ll close all broadcasts. When you look at somebody, you’ll not see neon, you’ll see their face. Their beautiful, untouched face.
This won’t fix society, but I’m 139 years old and I just want to show you where I used to live.
My hate is powered by steam, you sons of bitches.
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