#altercaed

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

notdeer/notadeer alterhuman/otherkin flags

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Sage’s Headcanon Event Day 10. Therian | Otherkin | Alterhuman: 

Librahuman Julian Devorak • Faunkin Raine Whispers • Dog Therian and Transspecies Doll Darius Deamonne • Altercaed and Machine Copinglink Alador Blight

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Can you do a Ziggy or Eric Myers headcanon?

Eric Myers Headcanons

@lies-of-quantum I will do Ziggy eventually don't worry 👍🏾

-Eric's childhood consisted of growing up amongst drug usage, physical and emotional abuse from his father and overall poor conditions for a kid to live in.

-His dad would sometimes try to sell off Eric even for a quick buck just to make a profit, anyone willing to have some kid to be deliver substances and such worked well but most of the time he refused and ended suffering some violence from Mr. Myers.

-Because of his father Eric developed a habit of not being able to trust or accept love from other people. It's a defense mechanism is the idea of not wanting his feelings hurt and to himself from being treated terrible. However deep down Eric just really wants someone go hug and actually see him for himself.

-Despite not being the greatest mother, Mrs. Myers did her best to help Eric whenever she could. Eric was homeschooled until 7 with his mom teaching him how to count and have perfect organization skills, she always wanted him to get out of his father's antics and finally make life away from that monster.

-Shortly after his 7th birthday an altercation happened within their living space and Eric watched as his father killed his mother, he shot the man with a gun and as authorities sorted out everything Eric was almost placed into foster care. However this was halted as Eric was place into a boarding school as it was revealed Mrs. Myers was saving money for her son to be enrolled.

-Wes and Eric met before when they were younger, his father sold substances to some rich people at the country club all while Eric was sent to steal things around the place. Wes saw a the guy stealing silverware and products from the establishment but looked the other way.

-Eric loves reading, he's got a collection of entries stored in many places. One thing he likes to read is history and how things came to be, after becoming the quantum ranger he can no travel to see and experience unsolved mysteries throughout timeline of the world.

-On one incident when the team was having trouble with an really warping enemy Eric went to Taylor for some advice. She was at a nail salon and Eric had to sit next two her in order to converse and had to get his nails painted to stay...with some hesitation he chose a black and red pattern, five red and five black. Silver guardians kind of joked about it but he really jeered into the members, Wes actually found it cool....Eric's not really into this thing but hey, try everything once.

-He has a huge love for pets but fears he night not be able to show it enough kindness that it needs.

-Eric's first kiss was in high school but the guy was only messing with him so relationships are pretty much out of the question.

-During college a guy tried to proposition him and when he declined the dude made up a rumor about Eric, safe to say a black eye and broken arm shut him up real quick....Wes was the one who did this to the guy.

-Before becoming a full in silver guardian or even the quantum ranger Eric was almost recruited into the Thunder Academy when weighing out some options after college. This in return would've made him a ninja storm ranger, though it's for the best considering that team would've drove him crazy.

-Using time travel Eric found a way to utilize stocks and gain dome money though Wes shut that down quickly.

-After the ransik issues Eric did some thinking and worked with the Time Force to release Notacon and have him live with Trip.

-Eric's gay, like very....but he gives off some butch vibes to be honest. Thing is he's was very closeted with these feelings throughout his life, mainly from trying to keep himself out of anyone's range and wanting to avoid being harrased. His dad caught him holding hands with an old friend and while it was harmless Mr. Myers threatened Eric.

-This actually lead into one incident where Wes and Eric were hanging out and the two got into a playful altercation. Eric had Wes pinned down and he kissed him by accident, after that he talk to Wes for about a month in fear of what would happen at their school if word got out, tbh Wes was pretty much oblivious to the implications and just thought it was the heat of the moment. Though when Wes cornered Eric the dude broke down from the incident and explained everything, it's safe to say that after that Wes became a main source for Eric to express his emotions and vent out.

-Eric enjoys play Devil May Cry and has this weird connection to Virgil.

-Video games are one of his favorite hobbies, when obsessing over Pokémon Sapphire and Emerald Wes decided to work with the team and make two oversized jackets themed over Kyogre and Rayquaza for him. He made one of Groudon and give it Trip while Wes wore the Kyogre one and Eric got the Rayquaza jacket.

-He loves go read manga.

-Because of getting into the schools he attended up to college with hard work, Eric was subject to ridicule by some of the rich students who didn't exactly like his presence, even becme a habit of his to make copies or his work when one teacher was bribed off to constantly displace his assignment. The dean shut this down kept a good eye on Eric's progress warning anyone who tried such a thing will be fired or expelled from the schools.

-His favorite type of dates involve going around the city with Wes and just enjoying the scenery, a giant park allows for him to reminisce about Pokémon Crystal with the national park theme playing in his mind plus hanging with Trip as the xybrianshows Notacon some things about earth culture(he had tears of nostalgia when he heard the national park theme in Soulsilver).

-His favorite type of dude consists of guys that are attentive. Also anyone that can give him great hugs and won't get upset over the littlest of things, if a guy starts yelling he'll have to wrap it up from there...after everything with with father Eric can't deal with all that stress again.

-Sometimes the world scared him and he can't help but time travel to the early 2000s when needed to feel happy again.

-Power Ranger wise Eric would've enjoyed being a green or yellow ranger. When he met Taylor the two decides to switch powers for a week to see who had it easier, frankly both teams benefited crazy from the switch up but being unable to resonate with the different members they were hoisted back into regular positions....Taylor almost murdered Eric when she found out the guy tried cooking the eagle zord.

-While checking out the grid Eric found out about the existence of other ranger teams(sentai counterparts), with some inspiration he decided to make a short story that got picked up for a ranger show within Japan, safe to say Eric indirectly crested the aspect of super sentai within his world. Timeranger being the first series technically of the modern era because the show was canceled for about 8 years. The non adapted sentai before MMPR were released in higher quality after Timeranger, Liveman being a very popular series, He met Conner and kept getting pestered for spoilers on Abaranger.

-Eric is a business major but also obtained an art degree.

-During some personal time escapades Eric found a few other zords relating to the quantum powers. Consisting of a long dragon, a sparrow and turtle, all able to combine with the Q-Rex. The long dragon produces gravitational capabilites, the sparrow allows for matter disruption ans the turtle can fully freeze time.

-Eric doesn't like Alex and anyone comparing him to Wes really irks him. The two actually got into an altercation during his visit to the past.

-Erics's relationship with Wes started when they were having martial arts practice, the dojo they were in was locked in during a storm and Eric..doesn't exactly like harsh storms so Wes decided to keep him company for the evening, the two practiced fo a bit and a few things lead here and there....safe to the other members of the dojo wondered why Eric had "mosquito bites" all over his body.

-For Trip the two had a bit of a moment after Notacon's defeat. The idea of someone who was being thrown into imprisonment for only existing really throw the xybrian off guard and he didn't talk to anyone on the team for weeks, really isolated himself. From learning more about things Eric tried to apologize but Trip was very hostile agaisnt the quantum ranger...unknowingly Eric went to the future and stole the capsule that Notacon was placed in. He gave it to Trip but sadly it would take about a year for the capsule to release, this made Trip open up a bit and the two started to hang out, after the fiasco with Alex's arrival and all thr bad experiences flowing through(Check out the trip headcanons if anyone is confused) Eric stood by Trip's side as a loving friend and the two eventually began a thing.

-Family wise if lucky Eric wants to have maybe one or two kids.

-Forever Red was a fever dream tbh for him especially due to getting drunk after Serpentera. He woke up in bed with Wes and Carter completely hungover and tbh the three of them don't talk about the situation, though some memories flow back a little bit and while they have a mutual friendship Carter still cracks jokes during small talk. (Carter: I think you were the bottom... Eric: Shut...the fuck up.)

-He did do a bit of modeling during college and grew out his hair a bit though Eric stopped when joining the silver guardians.

-Eric doesn't really cry all the time but something about children, holding a baby just makes him bawl his eyes out...DON'T GIVE HIM A BABY HE WON'T LET GO OF IT.

-After Carter ran over a demon reputation grew fast amongst the other teams that worked with and Eric uses this as a main way to deal with enemies. Nadira is in the back of his squad car doing drive-by styled rounds on their enemies.

-Nadira and Eric go shopping together clothes all the time and all the trips are filled with wreckless driving. Taylor nearly murdered him when he borrowed her car for a bit and it came back with dents.

[celebsparkin]

Por qué Gypsy Rose Blanchard terminó su matrimonio y se separó de su compañía en prisión

Gypsy Rose Blanchard, conocida por su condena por participar en el asesinato de su madre, Dee Dee Blanchard, ha generado interés público al separarse de su esposo, Ryan Anderson, tras temer por su seguridad durante un altercado.

[theredearth]

Nex Benedict Death: Police Claim It Was Not Related To School Fight

[kiruliom]

PSD alterhuman flag template

[ID: a grayscale flag of 7 stripes, the middle stripe is thinner than the rest. theres a circle with a white inside on the middle with the otherkin symbol on top. end ID]

this is for example! the PSD file has 33 different labels and sublabels with 42 different symbols! might get an update occasionally, which I will notify people in that case!

download here! (link)

guide to meanings of labels with sources can be found here (link)

[hypnosiacon-archived]

Vengeful Spirit Altercaed / Caedbeing Flag

✖ Requested by Anon!

[revenant-coining]

can i request caedbeing/altercaed version of subjectkin flag?

look at this cool emoji 🧮

- 72V

[ID: a rectangular flag with 6 equally-sized horizontal lines with 3 thin lines in the middle. colors in this order from top to bottom: dark blue, blue, light blue, blue-green, white, blue-green, green, blue, dark blue. in the center of the flag is a white circle, with a white circle outlined in black inside of it. a black symbol of an upside-down triangle with an arrow pointed downwards. End ID]

i coudn't find a subjectkin flag so i used my subject nonhuman flag :p

subject altercaed / caedbeing flag !

[despite-everything]

WHY IS NO ONE I TEXTED AWAKE

SOMEONE IN MY BUILDING CHASED AFTER PEOPLE WITH A SWORD JUST NOW I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

[un-eco-en-esta-edad-blog]

EL PAN DIARIO Efesios 4:14 para que ya no seamos niños fluctuantes, llevados por doquiera de todo viento de doctrina, por estratagema de hombres que para engañar emplean con astucia las artimañas del error, LA CITA DEL DÍA 56-0101 Por Qué Son Tan Fluctuantes Las Personas Un Cristiano no es fluctuante. Un Cristiano no corre de lugar a lugar. Un Cristiano no alterca ni se enfada, ni se preocupa por las cosas. Un Cristiano reposa. Todo ha sido hecho. Todo ha concluido para el creyente, en el Calvario. Es correcto. ¡Oh, puede ser que vengan enfermedad y tristezas!, pero el Cristiano está en reposo, sabiendo esto: que Dios puede guardar lo que Él ha obrado. Sabiendo que no importa qué cosa sea ni cómo se vea, no hay ni enfermedad, tristeza, muerte, no hay ni siquiera hambre, nada que pueda separarnos del amor de Dios que está en Jesucristo. Estamos en reposo. Dejen que la vieja barca se sacuda como quiera; el ancla la sostiene.

https://branham.org/es/QuoteOfTheDay

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

things ae can do in spite of our twitchy shaky hurty hands x^

that's right! a trillion- oh. wait. no. thirty. thirty gravity falls based alterhuman/otherkin flags!! uhhhhh above is a ford irl flag and ford fictionkin flag

and here's alterhuman and nonhuman ford flags

aaaaaand otherkin and altercaed ford flags

we have. the finest delicacies. golden/pyrite ford flags. above are irl and fictionkin golden/pyrite ford flags

alterhuman and nonhuman golden/pyrite ford flags

otherkin and altercaed golden/pyrite ford flags

hey look stan flags. irl and fictionkin stan flags above

alterhuman and nonhuman stan flags

otherkin and altercaed stan flags

gobblewonker (animal) therian and otherhearted flags

gobblewonker (mechanical) therian and otherhearted flags

gobblewonker (animal) transpecies flag on the left, gobblewonker (mechanical) transpecies flag on the right

dipper irl and fictionkin flags

dipper alterhuman and nonhuman flags

mabel irl and fictionkin flags

aaaaand we ran out of room. we'll make another post for the other two mabel flags

[anicomicqueen]

Conflict Resolution

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Dick and Bruce sat at the kitchen table. Dick was eating a plate of eggs and bacon, telling his adoptive father a story from the previous night, while the older man sat with his cup of coffee and the Sunday newspaper, halfway listening to his eldest son ramble on and on. How this young man was able to have this much energy so early in the morning on minimal sleep had baffled him for years. He worked the same long nights himself, but it was mostly just a poorly functioning internal clock that woke him up in time for work most days, and when that clock failed there was always Alfred. Not that anyone would ever call him out for being late to his own company. But it was the principal of it all.

“Bruce? Are you even listening to me anymore?”

He looked up to see Dick almost pouting at him. “Sorry, Dick. My mind wandered for a moment. What’d you say?”

Dick huffed. “Nevermind. It wasn’t important.”

Bruce frowned. “Dick,” he said, not ready to deal with his son’s moodiness right now. “Just tell me what you said.”

“Fine. I asked when we were gonna do movie night this month. See. It wasn’t important.” Dick stuffed a piece of bacon in his mouth and avoided eye contact.

“It’s important to you. That makes it important to me. I’m sorry I wasn’t listening.”

Dick shifted his eyes back to Bruce and smiled. “It’s okay. I know I talk a lot and you’ve never really been a morning person,” he said fondly, remembering back in the early days when he would hear Alfred waking his mentor up by stealing the covers or opening the blinds without warning. They didn’t always eat breakfast together back then because Dick had school and would be on his way with Alfred before Bruce even made it to the shower. On days when they did eat together, Dick had talked so much and so quickly that Alfred would always end up playing defense for Bruce because the Batman then couldn't find it in him to tell the adorable nine year old to shut up for one minute and let him drink his coffee.

Just as Bruce opened his mouth to respond there was a loud CRASH from the upstairs den, followed by a far off shout of, “Damian!” and an, “Oops.”

Bruce and Dick just looked at each other, a mixture of curious and concerned.

“Do you think we should…” Dick started asking, but he petered off when Tim and Damian walked into the kitchen and continued towards the patio door. Neither paid him or Bruce any attention as they walked through the room with nerf guns. Dick raised an eyebrow. “Huh.”

Bruce grimaced. This couldn’t be good. “Hold up you two. What was that crash just now?”

Tim and Damian exchanged a look before turning to Bruce and answering at the same time. “Nothing.”

Bruce looked unimpressed and Dick couldn’t help but smirk.

“Nothing?” Bruce asked, unconvinced.

Tim glanced back at Damian out of the corner of his eye as the younger boy bit his lip.

Damian opened his mouth, then closed it, sighed, and said, “We had a minor...altercation, father. We’re going outside to resolve our grievances now.”

“Wait, alterca--were you two fighting again?” Bruce frowned at them sternly. “What did I say about--”

“No! Wait, it’s not like that!” Tim quickly spat out, waving his arms. “We were playing a video game. Damian lost even though he was cheating,” he glared at his brother, “and he kinda maybe kicked the couch and it may have fallen over.”

“Snitch.”

“You kicked it!”

“It was unintentional!”

“Oh yeah right! How do you accidentally kick a couch over, brat. I was still sitting on it!”

“How do you accidentally keep opening your traitorous mouth?!”

“Ok, ok. That’s enough.” Bruce stood up with an exasperated sigh. “Did you clean it up at least?”

“Of course we did.”

“Yes. Of course, father. We’re not animals.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“Dick….” Bruce put a hand to his face and massaged his temples.

Tim tapped Damian on the shoulder and pointed to the patio door. Damian nodded.

“If there are no further questions, we have an argument to settle, father.”

“Yeah. We’re gonna go nerf shoot each other now, so gotta go,” Tim said before both boys walked out and calmly shut the door before Dick saw Damian take off at a sprint with Tim hot on his heels.

“Well that was…new,” Dick pointed out with a chuckle.

Bruce just sat back down, confused by what had just happened. He was happy they were shooting each other with nerf guns. But he was also concerned because they were shooting each other with nerf guns. Did this actually count as an improvement? And wait did he buy them nerf guns? He didn’t remember that. They looked relatively new.

“Dick, did you buy them nerf guns?” he asked, assuming the younger man must have been the weapons supplier.

Dick raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, B man. Wish I could take credit. But it wasn’t me.”

The door to the garage opened and Jason waltzed in through the kitchen, grabbing an apple. “Did I just see Tim and Damian playing outside?” He took a big bite of the apple and sat down next to Dick.

“I think they said they're fighting actually,” Dick corrected, glancing back outside. Jason reached over and snagged the last piece of bacon. “Hey!” Dick reached to grab it back, but Jason quickly shoved it into his mouth. “Jason,” Dick moped.

“What? I’m helping you maintain your physique. You’re costumes been looking a little tight in the tummy region.”

“Wha--I--You suck,” Dick stumbled over his words in shock as his cheeks and ears started to turn pink. He hunched down in his seat and covered his stomach with his arms before mumbling unintelligibly to himself. "You're getting fat...Though I could probably cut back on the ice cream..."

“Jason, stop teasing your brother.” Bruce wasn’t ready to deal with another ‘altercation’ this morning. “Dick, stop it. You’re not fat. And there’s more bacon on the counter.”

“I can’t eat bacon now,” Dick said, dramatically flopping forward, arms still covering his belly.

“Good. My plan worked, I’ll just help myself to the rest,” Jason got up and grabbed for the last pieces of bacon on the counter.

Dick flew up as well and trap hugged Jason from behind so his arms were pinned to his sides. “I get one.”

“Get off me!” Jason shouted, trying to wriggle his way out.

Dick just tightened his arms around his younger but slightly larger brother. “Okay, I get two.”

“What? No! There’s only three pieces left!”

“Master Dick. Master Jason. That is enough rough housing in my kitchen.” Alfred stated calmly as he walked in from the hallway. Dick and Jason froze, but didn’t unlock from each other as they watched the butler get closer. “Sir,” Alfred turned to face Bruce, “I found these in the study.” He put two more nerf guns and a couple packages of nerf darts down on the table. “This note was next to them. It just says, ‘You’re welcome.’ And has what I believe is referred to as a winky face.”

Bruce took it, noting the purple pen that was used, and he rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

Jason and Dick looked at the guns, then at each other, before both smiled devilishly.

“Truce?”

“Truce.”

Dick released Jason and Jason straightened his jacket.

They strolled over and Dick slowly reached between the two older men and grabbed the guns. “I’ll just taaaake these outta your way, Alfred, Bruce.” He backed up and handed one off to Jason and they split the darts evenly.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at his two older sons.

Jason was already walking towards the door, hooking a hand on Dick’s arm.

Dick looked back at Bruce and called back. “We’ll, uh, we gotta go check on the kids.”

And just like that, they shut the door and ran off toward where he’d last seen the younger sons chasing each other.

Bruce blinked a few times and pinched himself. “Am I hallucinating? What just happened? I...I need to get more sleep.”

"Master Bruce,” Alfred placed a warm hand on the man’s shoulder. “You're not hallucinating. Your children are simply all getting along for once. I suggest you try not to spoil it by overthinking it, and just be thankful they can’t do much damage with foam darts.”

Bruce looked back out the window in time to see Tim and Damian jump down from a tree, nerf guns blazing as they fired at Jason and Dick. The two older boys dodged and rolled, firing back at them, successfully hitting them both multiple times in the chest, stomach, and back. Tim fell to the ground holding his stomach and laughing, while Damian dramatically fell to his knees before flopping face first into the grass.

He smiled, believing the battle to be over and won as Dick and Jason high-fived, but surprisingly, Dick pulled his nerf gun one last time and shot Jason right in the chest from point blank range. Jason, much like Damian, opted for theatrics as he stutter stepped backward and then back towards Dick, falling forward with his momentum and taking Dick down to the ground with him.

It was a very good morning.

[eldesinformado]

LA ODISEA, LA CONSTRUCCIÓN DEL SER

La película se desenvuelve en el año 2001, 4 millones de años después del comienzo evolutivo del hombre en donde logra colonizar la luna, al mismo tiempo que despliega toda una serie de artilugios futuristas, una conquista de la evolución que los lanza a la conquista de Júpiter. Los espacios de la tecnología, las ideas de vida extraterrestre exógena abren la puerta a una serie de eventos que se concentran alrededor de 4 monolitos que dentro del filme funcionan como marcador temporal para las vivencias del hombre dentro de la narrativa.

La narración de la película permite presentar estados o etapas del progreso humano, centrados en espectros de construcción cognitiva que le facultan para llegar a la etapa final del filme; esto consiente una crítica paralela sobre una sociedad que pasa por el prisma de la tecnología, a la inversa, de los colores retornan a una luz blanca. La sociedad encontró la homogenización social centrando al individuo como un simple medio para poder conseguir el progreso.

Cuatro millones de años atrás un grupo de monos reunidos en lo que se podría localizar como África, cuna primaria de la humanidad, en un estado de espectro más animal, con una conformación de territorialidad y grupo en función social primitiva; ve su comportamiento alterado al parecer con la aparición del primer monolito, una estructura negra y rectangular erigida sin causa alguna en medio de la comunidad que da pie, permite, coincide o incide en el proceso de la evolución en donde su entorno se conforma como reactivo e interactivo, un espacio para el nacimiento de la idea del hombre como una forma de conquista, poder y dominación; la ruptura sí se quiere marxista, donde la división de la especie se da en una  lucha de clases en donde se proyecta  la supervivencia a través de millones de años, transportado al hombre a el espacio desde el movimiento elíptico de un hueso que permite presentar un nuevo hombre qué ahora habita la Luna.

Esta construcción narrativa permite generar un paralelo con la universalidad  humano actual, la nueva configuración se da en la misma paralelo elíptico hueso, “cuando a través de la pantalla nos adentramos en las comunidades virtuales, reconstruimos nuestras identidades al otro lado del espejo” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 226); la creación de una representación humana a través de las pantallas permiten la instauración de la interacción y el desarrollo por medio del objeto que complejiza el ser. Una extensión que propuesta como primaria en la medida que es una extensión provista por y para limitaciones humanas.

La pantalla presenta a un individuo que por medio de la recreación de sus falencias profese formas rápidas, pero al mismo complejas, para equiparar los desperfectos de su corporeidad aplicadas a las máquinas que le permiten ser eficiente de nuevo. Un lugar que le proporciona nuevos estadios o “mundos para una interacción social anónima en la que podemos jugar un papel tan cercano o tan alejado de nuestro yo real según elijamos” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 233), y es que, desde allí la necesidad de la recreación, superación y transformación, han arrastrado la edificación humana desde los albores de la sociedad. La configuración de nuevos seres que de forma abierta y descara buscan colonizar los espacios de la vida, teorizando sobre los individuos como un discurso de dominación teñido de progreso que configuran los estadios de las personas hasta aislarlos y obligarlo a repensarse en una nueva imagen de sujeto establecido por una extensión.

La presencia de falencias por parte del hombre daría paso a lo que según Turkle (1997) denomina una cercanía, exhibidas por medios de cualidades semejantes a las de humanas en las máquinas, haciendo de estas creaciones más opacas y análogas al cerebro, una búsqueda que responde a la cualidad de la inteligencia del sujeto. La físico vira a una propiedad de interdependencia, las “acciones dependen del alma y el espíritu, las posibilidades de la espontaneidad sobre la programación” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 103), permitieron que el espacio de ausencia de espontaneidad fuera traducido en las funciones del humano sobre la máquina, fabricando una sociedad dependientemente directamente de la capacidad operativa del hombre frente a la realización que le permite al artefacto; esto los llevaría a conquistar la Luna dentro de un espacio de confort y vanguardia, mostrando a una sociedad lista para el asalto del siguiente paradigma y abriendo es lugar para el segundo monolito.  

Su aparición dentro de una sociedad desarrollada supone que ésta se encontraba desdibujando una nueva límite, sus inventos estaban tan presentes “que las personas eran lo que los ordenadores no eran… una tregua inquietante en el límite de lo natural y lo artificial… sin que se diesen cuenta las personas se iban acostumbrando a hablar con la tecnología” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 107); la apariencia que hoy se tiene de confort y plenitud esta mediada por los aparatos, los sentimientos se han volcado en aplicaciones, las relaciones sociales migrados a plataformas, y la separatividad se ha superado en un interdependencia a la mensajería instantánea, el colectivo sujeta el celular con tres dedos al respaldo, el meñique como base y el pulgar libre para la recreación; la evolución de un espacio de interacción que paso de ser una herramienta a una centro y extensión del cuerpo demuestra que la sociedad supero el segundo monolito.

Hal 9000 guía al hombre a Júpiter en una nave que podría representar una forma fálica de fertilidad masculina, la narración se encuentra en masculino, la sociedad se cuenta alienada por la fuerza de la testosterona, y la nave es administrada por un capataz; dentro del viaje encontramos la criogenización, el piloto automático, la interconectividad; pero es aquí cuando el avance ha caído en total dependencia de el artificio,  los soportes vida se ven concentrado en unas pocas celdas de poder que hasta el momento imitaban al cerebro humano, con la suposición que los comando hacían las veces de racionalidad, “un punto de vista que asume una distinción convencional entre el personaje construido y la persona real” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 236). La administración logarítmica.

El humano fusionado con la tecnología permite que esta por medio de su consumo administre las necesidades emocionales que presente, una interconectividad que “al crear diversos personajes pueden experimentar de una forma más controlada con diferentes conjuntos de características y ver a dónde los conduce” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 241), lo humano pasa a ser data que admite a las desarrolladores dar a las aplicaciones de unas nociones básica de funcionamiento que al contacto con el humano se van a anticipar a sus carencias y esté dispuesta a suplirlas.  La comunión hombre/artilugio está mediada por logaritmos y actualizaciones de aplicaciones que son una versión extracorpórea. Se está pasando de la versión de semipersona.

El tercer monolito es toda aquella expedición que ha permitido la tecnología mantener oculta de la sociedad, Hal se ha transformado en todo aquel cuestionamiento sobre los avances, Frank en las víctimas del mal funcionamientos, mientras que David se ha convertido en el nuevo humano que debate y replantea los límites que se han cruzado con la tecnología.

Los límites que nuevo que han trazado podría considerar que “algunos ordenadores se podrían considerar inteligentes y podrían ser conscientes, pero no naces de una madre, no crecen en familias, no conocer el dolor de la perdida, ni viven en la incertidumbre de que morirán” (Turkle, 1997, pág. 106), pero con el cuestionamiento, la interacción se les ha dado el suficiente conocimiento para que recreen el imaginario humano, al volcarse a los aparatos en búsqueda de suplir las necesidades e interrogante del ser; se han brindado datos suficientes para discutir, preguntar e indagar sobre el comportamiento del hombre hasta el punto tal que los comportamiento se pueden volver predecibles y un patrón, lo que entrevé el subyugamiento que la actividad espontanea humana filtrada por un aparato que al que se ha cedido la opción del cuestionamiento y la duda a un proceso de eficiencia y rapidez, un cerebro portátil que increpa y alterca el comportamiento alrededor de él.

 La exploración fascinante que se permite el espectador por medio del tercer monolito a un espacio acelerado quizás por el avance, psicodélico tal vez con el cuestionamiento, muestra a un hombre absorto en medio de aquel monumental viaje. La ruptura de barreras presenta el estadio para la conformación de un nuevo sujeto para Turker la empatía que el hombre le ha dado a la máquina, permitió que se creara un personaje digital, lo humano cruzado por la relación reciproca con el objeto. El viaje por el monolito es la conglomeración de una sociedad que ha llegado al umbral de la inteligencia artificial y que como especie la se ha obligado a reinterpretar su papel en relación con el mundo.

Y es allí donde el cuarto monolito perdido en el espacio-tiempo se abre a las cuestiones que pueden ser un reflejo incluso de un mundo previo a la Matrix, en donde la culminación y realización de una sociedad se abre camino a las etapas biológicas de nacimiento, madurez y muerte. El punto más alto y cúspide es el mismo del caos y el desencanto de seres que han normalizado una forma de vida y han transformado en obsoleto todo sistema de vida. El cuarto monolito es la puerta al caos y la destrucción que abre espacio a la nueva civilización.

Cuatro Millones de años después y en el 2018 la sociedad sigue enfrascada en la visión marxista del mundo. El umbral parece ser el primer monolito, los aparatos tecnológicos son una extensión del cuerpo que han mimetizado comportamientos humanos pero que no han permitido llegar a cuestionamientos más amplios de la población más allá del buscador. La inteligencia artificial sigue el camino en la compleja tarea adquisición de datos que permitan tabular comportamientos y dominar la sociedad. Las grandes preguntas siguen aisladas en laboratorios y el ser humano es garante desde el narcisismo de las plataformas digitales, el cuarto monolito no fue la cúspide para la matrix, está aquí y sin un desarrollo tan desaforado como el presentado por Kubrick. Una sociedad del espectáculo que parece un remedo de ser sin pies y ni cabeza, que cuestiona el alunizaje, pero no por medio de la reflexión si no más por el consumo de información provista por la internet.

La sociedad provista por la fantasía de mentes brillantes como las de Odisea 2001, sigue siendo tan humana que el razonamiento base de la sociedad sigue estancado en procesos mecánicos de consumos, el vislumbrar de mundo como una Odisea es intrínseco a los seres que han caminado hasta el 2018 y los efectos espaciales como las aplicaciones son una analogía de realidad morbosa, indiferentes y mercantil.

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