#bio hacking

[canyouhearthelight]

Machine is Perfect, but Flesh is Free Act One

Another short story, in four parts. This one has many influences: Paolo Bacigalupi's "The Fluted Girl", @cakeinpants's Pat, chronic pain conditions, and cyberpunk augmentations. This protagonist is unnamed, nonbinary/agender, as well.

This is specifically not a horror story, but due to the mentions of chronic pain and body augmentations, I do advise caution if those things are triggering to you. While the pain is frequently mentioned, the story is told from the perspective of a ballet dancer, and pain is part and parcel of that. None of the body augmentations happen on screen, I promise. They are all years in the past before the story.

Please enjoy!

Act One

“One day, when I’m famous, I’m going to buy you a house.”

The childish voice, vibrating with confidence, echoed the foolish promise in my head, just as it had before every rehearsal and every performance since.  I had been barely five years old, and too excited from looking up the mountain at the city - my future home -  to sleep.  My parents had laughed at my words, and at the time I was so proud that I’d made them happy.

Now, as pain shot through my entire body while someone else tied my performance shoes on, I was well aware they had been trying not to cry.  Only years of practice kept my own tears at bay as I was forced out of my wheelchair and to my feet, every muscle and joint in electric agony with the movement.  A set of hands pulled my costume over my head and started lacing up the back, while a much more familiar pair held a tool in front of my face.

“Time to turn the little doll’s key,” Urus sneered. The head of my security team thought I was a waste of his time and took entirely too much pleasure in each and every time he was able to stab me with the wicked tool.

I stared numbly at his face as I felt the impacts to each hip joint, silently wishing he would use it on my neck. Instead, all of my pain subsided as the nerve blocks implanted in my bones activated, washing a pleasant numbness throughout my legs and back. The orchestra silenced, indicating that the curtain was about to part, and Urus spat at my feet before leaving the stage.

No broken wrist this time. He was starting to warm up to me.

The next thing I knew was thunderous applause and blinding lights, followed by the swell of music. I fixed the dreamy look on my face that Master Arik expected and started going through my paces with mechanical precision. A modified pas de deux, choreographed for only one dancer, with as much of the partner work left in as humanly possible.

Well. Mostly humanly.

Where most, if not all, of the audience saw a young dancer of incredible skill, Arik was watching only for the slightest flaw he could punish someone for. Any physical sign of the cybernetic or gene-hacking enhancements that gave me perfect stability and balance, textbook ideal form, or disgustingly petite feet would have the entire staff of doctors whipped bloody - after they corrected it, of course. An undisciplined totter on my part, an arm a single degree out of position, and I would be forced to do all my rehearsals with full sensation, even in my mutilated feet.

I was, it turned out, entirely too expensive to break. Torture was still an option, though.

As I made my way through the gravity-defying leaps that replaced the lifts in the sequence, I fantasized about walking barefoot through wet grass.  I had done it as a child, I could remember it vividly. Cool, damp, soft blades tickling between my toes as I walked and ran. I would give anything to be able to walk again. Or have toes.

The music started to wind into its inevitable end, and I pulled myself from my reverie. Composing my face, I focused on executing the last bits of footwork without flaw, reveling in what my body could do when I wasn’t in pain.  When I completed the performance, picture perfect and stone still, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.

My teacher had informed me that it was supposed to thrill me, that any other dancers would be thrilled.

I only knew that I would be in pain again within a minute, the closest thing to freedom taken from me again.

Sure enough, Urus was less than a meter behind the edge of the curtain - no encores for this performer - one of his cronies pushing my chair.  Roughly, I was inspected for any flaws before being stripped down and perfunctorily stabbed in my hips.  Quickly and without complaint, I sat in my chair before the block wore off.  Urus even stifled a laugh as the costumer looked offended that I had already shoved my tights down to my knees.

“Sir, she is very uncovered - “

Urus lashed out with a foot, laughter gone. “You are here to inspect their costume for damage that could expose Master Arik. You are not here to be offended.”

I schooled my features into a slow blink only through years of practice.  There were no illusions that Urus was getting soft or feeling anything related to sympathy - as long as I existed, he would never see promotion to a position he felt was important.  No, Urus was extremely strict that I was property, not a person, and calling me anything else was a quick way to draw his ire.

It was the only thing we openly agreed on, frankly.

As much as we were likely both hoping that my shoes had come apart again - three seamstresses had already lost hands to such failures, and the current one was a sadistic demon - they were disatisfyingly intact.  With a grunt, Urus gestured for me to be covered in a thick poncho and we headed to our next stop.  Every dip and jostle in the corridors was a new shock of pain, but the majority of them felt familiar. I mapped my locations within Master Arik’s estate by sensation rather than turns: left hip, up through the ribs… tailbone, right knee left knee… “Urus, my feet hurt,” I advised coldly.

He held up a hand to stop us. “What did you say?”

“My feet hurt. My heels, specifically.” My heels hadn’t touched a floor for long enough to even have calluses in nearly a decade, as he was well aware.  Even now, they rested above the back of my foot supports as the biological parts of my legs cramped.

No amount of discipline made up for twelve years of constant forced companionship. Two slow breaths for him was the equivalent of practically vibrating with excitement. “We will have the doctor look for any abrasions or bruising at your check up.”

I nodded, and he gestured for us to continue. The doctor gave me a very thorough and impersonal check, scolding my heels before anyone could say anything. He applied a salve and wrapped them, explaining that an analgesic would interfere with ‘the healing’.

“You mean my implants,” I blurted out, impertinently. “Topical only on the feet, but no oral or injected because it could damage the fibers in my muscles.”

“My - “

“Don’t apologize, you aren’t sorry,” I cut him off. “You are doing your job, as instructed, under threat of who knows what. Please, just apply the topical and give a small supply to Commander Urus for whoever is going to be bringing me food while they heal.” Hopefully he was feeling semi-gracious enough to do at least that much.

“Miss, I am not allowed to give you - “

“They did not ask that you give it to them,” Urus growled. “They asked that you give it to me. And last I was aware, I am responsible for all security regarding Master Arik’s property.” He glowered and held out a hand, demanding silently.

A tiny tin of analgesic was dropped in his paw, and I was whisked away fast enough to set every joint in my body on edge. Clenching my teeth, I managed to keep any indication of discomfort from escaping.  Only a few minutes later, one of my guards was unlocking and about to inspect my quarters, only to stop short and salute before bowing deeply.

Ice trickled down my spine before she even spoke. “Master Arik, I - “

“No concern, no concern,” came the oily voice as my owner stepped out. “As much as I would love to have our little doll at the reception, we cannot have anyone that close, now can we?” Disregarding any objections he may have received, he stepped forward and leaned close to my face. “Mmm, the newest treatments are working, even this closely. Perfect, porcelain skin.” Standing abruptly, he faced Urus. “The inspections?”

“Nothing visible, even up close,” he confirmed. “Although they do have blisters to their feet. I request - “

Arik waved nonchalantly. “Yes. Please deal with that out of my sight. I cannot have anyone damaging my investment. And you were informed how?”

Urus tried to lie, but apparently I wasn’t the only one who had been biohacked. He grimaced and rubbed his head as he replied. “They told me before we ever reached the doctor, but the doctor confirmed it without prompting.”

Tutting to himself, Arik grabbed my chin and turned my face side to side, observing it. “You never did like this seamstress.”

“I do not put on my shoes, sir,” I replied carefully. “And I do not know who made them. I only know that my heels hurt.”

He seemed to be satisfied, standing straight again and releasing me. “A cool bath, a meal, and then rest. My doll is to have a day of rest tomorrow, as weather permits, as a reward.  Commander, I want your best attending me, and everyone else outside this room tonight.” Glancing down at me, he murmured “They have made me very, very rich, and I won’t have anyone taking that away.”

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[prematureaging]

The Science of Reverse Aging: Can We Really Turn Back Time?

Intro: Aging is often seen as inevitable, but what if science could help us slow it down—or even reverse it? The idea of reverse aging has leapt from sci-fi novels into labs and clinics around the world. Today, we explore the cutting-edge science behind this growing field and how systems like the Genki System are leading the charge.

What Is Reverse Aging? Reverse aging refers to the biological process of slowing, halting, or even undoing the cellular and molecular damage that occurs as we grow older. It’s not about immortality—it’s about extending our healthspan, not just our lifespan.

The Science Behind It:

Telomeres and Cellular Aging: Telomeres protect the ends of chromosomes but shorten as we age. Research suggests that restoring telomere length may slow aging.

Senescent Cells: These are “zombie” cells that stop dividing and cause inflammation. Removing them has shown promising effects in animal models.

Mitochondrial Function: Healthy mitochondria = more cellular energy. Damage here is one of the leading causes of age-related decline.

The Genki System Approach: The Genki System is a holistic framework that integrates nutrition, biohacking, movement science, and cellular rejuvenation technologies to promote reverse aging naturally. Unlike one-size-fits-all strategies, it focuses on personalized data and biometrics to optimize internal systems for longevity.

Conclusion: While we can't promise the fountain of youth just yet, the science of reverse aging is rapidly evolving—and with tools like the Genki System, it’s becoming more accessible than ever before.

[genkisytem]

Unlocking the Secrets of the Genki System: Aging Backwards Through Mind and Body Harmony

The Genki System is a powerful, holistic approach to health that promotes both physical and mental well-being. Rooted in the traditions of Japanese wellness practices, the Genki System integrates elements of physical movement, nutrition, and mindfulness, aiming to achieve balance and vitality at any age. But how exactly does it work, and why is it so often associated with the concept of "aging backwards"?

The Principles of the Genki System

At its core, the Genki System focuses on rejuvenating the body and mind through simple yet effective practices. These practices include exercises that enhance flexibility, strength, and posture, as well as dietary habits that encourage optimal metabolism and vitality. The word "genki" itself translates to "healthy" or "full of life" in Japanese, and this concept of vitality is central to the system.

One of the most compelling aspects of the Genki System is its focus on aging backwards. This phrase refers to the idea that, rather than simply accepting the inevitable signs of aging, individuals can actively counteract those signs through mindful practices that rejuvenate both the body and the mind. The Genki System emphasizes the concept that aging is not just a physical phenomenon; it is deeply tied to one's mental state and lifestyle choices.

How the Genki System Promotes Aging Backwards

The idea of "aging backwards" is not about turning back the clock in a literal sense but rather creating an environment within the body where regeneration and vitality are at the forefront. By incorporating techniques such as breathwork, stretching, and stress reduction, the Genki System helps to reduce the impacts of stress, one of the leading causes of accelerated aging. Additionally, the system encourages a balanced diet that supports the body's natural ability to detoxify and heal, promoting cellular regeneration.

Practicing mindful movement, as taught in the Genki System, also has profound effects on the body’s ability to stay youthful. These exercises help keep joints lubricated, muscles strong, and circulation optimal—factors that are crucial to maintaining vitality as we age.

Mental Clarity: The Key to Aging Backwards

Beyond the physical, the Genki System also emphasizes the importance of mental clarity and emotional well-being. Meditation, visualization, and gratitude practices are woven into the system, ensuring that mental health is nurtured along with physical health. This is where "aging backwards" becomes a mental transformation as well. By letting go of negative emotions, practicing mindfulness, and staying present, individuals often find that they feel more youthful in their thoughts, attitude, and overall outlook on life.

In conclusion, the Genki System offers a path to feeling younger, healthier, and more energetic. Through the fusion of physical movement, balanced nutrition, and mental well-being, it promotes the possibility of "aging backwards," making the process of growing older something to be embraced rather than feared.

[troythecatfish]

[entuwal]

💚🐰 ⋆ BSKY | INSTAGRAM | KOFI

[cigsaftersuh]

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[leviiackrman]

"I don't feel in control sometimes. After all... I have someone else's thoughts in my head."

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[noirandchocolate]

The disguised Yiga hanging out practicing his moves in the Aquame Lake Well in TotK says his “brethren have been cut down” and that he’s going to fight Link “FOR MY KIN” but the Yiga Clan are totally personality-less uncaring badnasty evil I guess.

[frostedpuffs]

don't mind having my old art reblogged but those old reblogs all have my old Instagram that got hacked/I lost access to and I have no idea what's been posted on there now. So. That's nice to think about

[the-most-humble-blog]

🛐 BLACKSITE WRITING RITUAL #002 “THE POSSESSION TEST” (They won’t teach you this in school. Because it works.)

🩸 You want to make your characters feel real?

Here’s your free ritual. No sign-up. No Discord invite. Just one unholy test that separates tourists from authors.

✅ THE POSSESSION TEST

Write a one-paragraph bio of your character. Keep it simple. Keep it dead.

Now find a song — not just emotional — but the one that f*cked you up. The one you hide from Spotify Wrapped.

Play that track. Volume medium. Eyes on bio.

Now do this:

Read their bio again.

Close your eyes.

Ask one question out loud:

“Why do you deserve to exist more than me?”

Wait.

If you hear nothing — your character is still a corpse.

But if you feel even a flicker of response in your chest — if your own creation tries to argue back, plead its case, or scream?

Then congrats.

You just birthed something real. That is not a character. That is a possessor.

You’ll carry them forever now. Even if they never make the page.

🧠 Why this works:

It hijacks your limbic system, binds your own unresolved emotion to fictional projection, and tricks your subconscious into assigning worth to the creation.

This isn’t “writing.” This is summoning.

⚔️ PRO TIP:

Save every character who passes the Possession Test. You didn’t invent them — you summoned them.

You just met someone who might rescue your plot three years from now. Or whisper your climax ending in the shower five months later. Or hijack a side scene and make it iconic.

Don’t delete your demons. Not unless you kill them first.

🧠 TIME WARNING: Set aside 30–45 minutes minimum for this ritual. Seriously. Because if you try this in between chores, emails, or scrolling breaks — you will enter a state of creative combustion without containment.

You will:

Emotionally spike

Experience character bleed

Be forced to decompress in fed-up writer mode

And that can be psychologically jarring for those with… shall we say… timid sensibilities.

This isn’t a harmless writing tip. It’s emotional arson.

So treat it with reverence — or walk away.

🩸 You were warned.

🔥 REBLOG IF YOU FELT IT. 📌 Bookmark if your characters go limp halfway through the story. 🧨 Send to a writer who only knows how to write “cool trauma,” not holy fck I hear them in my dreams* trauma.

🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

And to help out your god-awful supporting character.

[canyouhearthelight]

Machine is Perfect, but Flesh is Free Act Two

After the last chapter, I got a lot of questions around "why isn't this horror". No, not just you, those of you who messaged or tagged or commented. I got about ten total. You are not alone.

There is, actually, a few very real reasons why I specified that this isn't horror.

At least a dozen people who I know for a fact will or have read this live with permanent pain or permanent prosthetics on a daily basis. It's not horror, it's a very real thing that happens and people have to deal with, so I feel that tagging it as horror is ableist.

The protagonist is horrified by a lot of what happens in the story, but exactly none of it is due to their bio hacks. The pain is just a daily thing. Even fully abled ballet dancers have an 'acceptable' amount of pain that is part of the process. (may my toes forgive me, eventually)

Bio hacking and 'ownership' of the modifications is very much a cyberpunk trope, so once I tagged it with that, I felt adding anything else related was over the top. I am sorry, it's a thing, it's part of the genre. I even gave references to stories and living conditions this is drawn from.

All that aside, thanks to @baelpenrose for encouraging me to write this story and not just encouraging but demanding I finish. The fact that you needed to know the end so badly let me know I had a story.

And for @vulgarvulpine... This is dedicated to you.

My “day off” consisted of a silent maid allowing me to soak in a warm bath as long as I wanted before I was moved to the sun room to watch the snow outside fall but never touch the heated glass walls and ceiling.  No rehearsals, no interactions, only warm, soft food and matching pajamas.  I was allowed unlimited salt on my dinner, and a massage for my pain before my sleep period.

It was a decadence I had forgotten existed.

When I woke the following morning, I was pleased to discover I hadn’t overindulged and added a puffy face and aching head to my numerous daily discomforts. After my normal breakfast and being dressed in rehearsal clothes, I was whisked away to the studio.  The familiar jostling and pangs throughout my body made it clear that the room I spent most of my life in hadn’t relocated.  Something did seem different, though.  Ripples of unease and hushed whispers moved through my security detail, leaving a tension so firm that I felt I could strum the threads of it each time a guard came close to me.  Curiosity stirred within me, but I knew I couldn’t ask - no one would tell Master Arik’s prized possession anything security related.

As if summoned by my very thoughts, Arik’s voice broke from my reverie. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it, and I was certain he could see my hair twitch as I felt my pulse radiate across my scalp. “We were quite successful,” he oozed in what must pass for charm. Gently, he grabbed my jaw with his cold fingers. “Hmm. No wine.” I inhaled sharply in relief as he released me. “I have added additional security to the studio - it will be locked the entire time you are within, keyed to the genetic material I gave you.”

Pain flared in my spine as I started in shock, but my brain could not force out the objections echoing in my head. I am being imprisoned for doing what you asked?

He turned away from me, waving one hand nonchalantly. “I must protect my property, after all. And while owning a person is illegal, I do have a patent on the genetics you carry.” A sharp clap startled me, and he whirled back around. “But this is a boon for you!” he cooed. “After all, if you are locked within the studio, there is no reason not to allow you full nerve blocks during rehearsals.”

I blinked slowly as I digested his words. Full nerve blocks, I thought. Not the half-blocks that left me just functional enough to pay attention. “All rehearsals?”

“Even warm ups,” he nodded. “Starting as soon as you cross this threshold.”

Swallowing thickly, I asked the same question I always asked after a job well done. “And my family?”

“Ten percent of your stock has been paid out to them,” he nodded. “As promised.”

I knew I had performed flawlessly. My stock was surely on the rise… all the murmuring from the audience, the ball I had not been permitted to attend… My parents must have been paid well. Enough to buy a house, at least.

All it took was a nod, and I was wheeled through the entrance to the studio, a double thud locking it behind me. Banishing thoughts of Arik or my family from my mind, I set my jaw and my arms to force myself from the chair.

M. Russo, my instructor, scoffed his impatience and hauled me to my feet.  Only through experience and willpower was I able to keep from screaming as every joint in my hips and legs sent fire through my body. “I am told I must give you these injections now, before we rehearse,” he huffed.

With one shaking hand, I managed to push my warm up pants down on my left hip, pointing to the port where the injection belonged. “Hard,” I gasped.

My advice was clearly unneeded, as he stabbed the probe into me as though it was a knife - Urus could only dream of being so harsh.  Before he even pulled his hand back, I had pointed to the other port, which he dispassionately injected as well.  I nodded as I felt the nerve block take effect, and immediately started testing my limbs before walking over to the barre to begin stretching.  It was only after completing the first two positions that I realized M. Russo was not snapping his usual corrections.

Turning my neck slowly, I finally found him. He was still standing beside my chair, blinking slowly at me. “Monsieur,” I called quietly. “I will not know if I am correct if you are not close enough to see.”

The gentle correction seemed to be all it took to restore our familiar roles, because M. Russo proceeded to sweep up his switch and begin tapping my limbs. I was proud that we only needed four or so corrections before I ceased overcorrecting and only a handful of other corrections were needed throughout my warm up.

“Master Arik has decided you will be Esmeralda next,” I was informed. “You did not have enough leaps in the pas de deux, he says.”

There are no leaps in the pas de deux, I grumbled to myself. M. Russo had added them where lifts should be, of course there were not enough leaps.  But the role of Esmeralda had several kicks and opportunities for leaps, with some performances leaving me in awe of the skill of the unmodified performers.

“You shall leap higher, and longer, and with more perfection,” M. Russo announced, unknowingly echoing my own thoughts. “Show me your footwork, and we will move on to the jetes.”

For two months, I leapt in my sleep, flying like a bird. Each kick was a flap of my wings, each jete I imagined taking flight.  M. Russo grumbled about being cheated of my capabilities, and only became more stern with his corrections. More and more precision was expected, with the role already requiring each motion to be precisely on beat to very sparse music.  By the time the performance arrived, he had snapped several rods in his hands out of sheer frustration at the limits Master Arik had placed on us. “Leap, but not too high,” he muttered constantly. “Kick, but only so fast.”

When the performance finally came, I went through the familiar routine of a light warm up without the block, five hundred grams of food, and then being wheeled through the corridors and backstage to be dressed like a doll. Urus looked far more on edge than usual, nearly dropping the block for my performance. His injections were half-hearted at best.

“Pray my costume fails,” I muttered to him. “Surely someone will be lashed to death if that happens.”

All he did was grunt in response. “The feast after this display is much larger than I would like.”

The comment mattered little to me, since I would not be permitted at the celebration. Slowly, I tested my limbs and took position before the curtains withdrew, music already swelling into my ears. I was soon focused on the precise footwork and the soaring, athletic leaps M. Russo transformed several kicks into, all other thoughts forced from my mind. Left hand, right foot, I told myself. Ballon, ballon. Float.

I was in the middle of launching one of the leaps that tapped my foot against my tambourine when a sharp crack jarred me, sending me tumbling to the stage upon landing.  Fear gripped me as I imagined Master Arik’s displeasure - what punishment would this earn? I screamed in my mind as gasps and shouts filled the hall.  Rather than try to regain my feet, I laid as limply as possible in hopes of claiming I had fainted.

Hard hands gripped my arms as the shouts were replaced by screams, and I was dragged to my feet and from the stage.  Whatever I had done was so bad that the curtains were not even closing. Not that it mattered - everyone was too busy screaming and running from the theater to notice. I was too busy being stuffed into my chair to figure out what I had done, but I was starting to think something far worse had happened to send people away in such terror.

“Take them to the studio and seal it,” Urus shouted angrily before I could even be changed out of my costume.

The journey that took place was disorienting, dizzying as I was flown through the hallways. Twists and turns I did not recognize blurred my eyes and forced my stomach to coil in nausea. A sharp double thud behind me ended my journey, mercifully before I had the chance to be sick on myself. Instead, I jumped to my feet and whirled around looking for someone to question.

I was only greeted by the pale reflection of myself in an empty room, standing on my own feet. The world seemed to spin around me as I realized that my nerve block was still in place and I was, mercifully, in control of my own body. In sheer shock, I sat in the chair again to avoid falling to the floor for the second time in a single night.

It was only two breaths into collecting myself that I heard shouting from the hallway, followed by the door behind me unlocking. My brief chance at freedom had been wasted. “Ensure they haven’t been injured,” Arik’s voice commanded. “Urus, you and the doctor only, I trust no one else.”

Once again, I was yanked to my feet, this time followed by a soft swear. The doctor’s hands flew to Urus’s, and matching stings hit each of my hips. “Be more careful,” the doctor scolded without clarification before carefully examining each of my limbs as though I was for sale. Once he finished, he nodded sharply. “No heat exhaustion, no injuries. The bullet missed entirely.”

“That one did, at least,” Arik spat in frustration. “Urus, have the locks been installed on their quarters?”

“Not yet, sir.”

“I want their bedding brought down here and two guards posted at all times.”

“Staggered shifts, sir.” It wasn’t a question, more an assumption.

“Make it four. Two at the door and one at each turn.  And for the sake of fish, let them be seated.”

I was dropped into my chair more than lowered, but I was too dumbfounded to care.  All I could think about were the leaps and kicks M. Russo and I had choreographed, the feeling of flying.  The brief moment I stood on my own feet with no pain flickered in and out, that same free and soaring sensation threaded through. I fell asleep then and there from exhaustion into dreams of flying.

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[katoska]

The Doctor's theory that the Dots developed sentience and came to hate their classist, vapid users makes no sense and sounds imo like projection.

We know what happens when an AI gets exposed to a lot of bigoted speech. It starts spewing bigotry itself, because it doesn't know better. Not that our current AIs are truly intelligent or sentient, but they do share the human trait that they are a product of the society they exist in. Same would go for more advanced, truly sentient AI. It would get it's opinions from it's programmers and users.

The Dots didn't seem to be ever intended to even mimick sentience like our AIs are. They are higher tech smart phones. You don't talk with them, just at them. And no one seems worried about saying something bad that an AI might pick up on, about pissing off the algorithm, eg about the "I'm going to buy 100" thing, which'd go against the city's Avoid Waste policy. If they were expected to moderate, it would give the Dots something concrete to base their annoyance on. It would have been so easy to put in a "You can't SAY that word in the bubble. Do you want to get suspended? You gotta say [euphemism for the same word]. God, you're so stupid and offensive."

Like, our AIs and content algorithms have more Robot Overlord forshadowing than their Dots do. The Dots show them exactly what they ask to see, and most of their relationships are still live, albeit over a screen, with a real person, some parasocial stuff with celebs (one celeb. whom Lindy wasn't obsessed with enough to not throw him under the bus) notwithstanding. Even their ads are only word-of-mouth influencer-type stuff rather than interrupting them every 5 minutes (it's cause they have a premium Bubble subscription, isn't it?) Their virtual bubble doesn't actually matter, because it's roughly made up of the same people that exist in their very much physical bubble that is their gated community.

Since their Dots don't seem to be set up to encourage or discourage any particular type of behavior at all - what to say, what to buy, how much to buy, or suggesting eco-fascist vids bc that person looked into veganism - why, if it became sentient, would it get annoyed? Esp about people using it for plain chatter, the thing it was intended for.

[genkisytem]

Embracing the Genki System: The Secret to Aging Backwards

Aging is a natural process that we all must face, but that doesn’t mean we have to simply accept it without trying to delay its effects. The Genki System, an approach rooted in Japanese wellness traditions, provides a holistic way of not only embracing aging but aging backwards—feeling youthful and energized well into your later years. If you’re wondering how to integrate the Genki System into your life, look no further! Here are a few key practices that will transform how you age.

1. Mindful Movement: Stretching to Stay Young

The Genki System emphasizes the importance of regular, mindful movement, focusing on stretching, yoga, and gentle exercises that rejuvenate your body. These movements are designed to keep the joints flexible, muscles strong, and the circulation flowing. Whether you choose Tai Chi, Qigong, or simple stretching, these exercises help keep your body feeling youthful and prevent the stiffness associated with aging. It’s not just about physical movement—it’s about moving with intention, helping your body feel alive and connected.

2. The Power of a Balanced Diet

The food we consume has a direct impact on how we feel as we age. By following the Genki System, you’ll adopt a balanced diet rich in nutrient-dense, whole foods—just like the Japanese do. Prioritizing foods like fish, seaweed, vegetables, and fermented foods helps reduce inflammation, balance hormones, and provide the body with the necessary antioxidants to fight the effects of aging. This will keep you looking young and vibrant while maintaining your energy levels throughout the day.

3. Cultivating Positive Mental Health

Aging is not just a physical journey—it’s a mental one too. In the Genki System, mental wellness is just as important as physical wellness. The practice of mindfulness and meditation is woven into daily routines. Staying mentally sharp, cultivating a positive outlook, and reducing stress are key to aging backwards. By practicing gratitude, being present, and reducing negative thought patterns, you can help reverse the mental toll that aging often takes.

By incorporating these elements of the Genki System, you can truly begin to experience aging in a new light—aging backwards, with more energy, vitality, and mental clarity than you’ve had in years.

[penisbilt]

kinda hate to say it but i need to be true to myself. the other day i watched jerma play roblox with some friends and it made me really fucking nostalgic for roblox.

my brother and i shared our first internet account on anything ever in 2008 and i think i made my own in 2009. i was a roblox kid through and through, and seeing the super modern games in roblox that have insane levels of coding and modeling that make it not even look like roblox, it hasnt really felt nostalgic at all to see modern content of it in that form.

but watching jerma and a couple of his friends dick around in an obstacle course and ones like the minecart level just. really hit me with the burning desire to log in and go dick around on obstacle courses and more of those dick-around-at-your-own-speed type games i used to play a lot. and i think roblox as a platform is literally mobile compatible now?? further research is required there.

anyway all that to say ummm i kindaa . wanna play some roblox soon

[cloudgremlin-creations]

Turtle Doodles

Some turtle doodles. Lee and Dona are the epitome of youngest and eldest siblings forced to share a room. Dona and Rafa are supportive twins(tm) and Rafa is very happy to have a new and very dedicated gardener to help in the sanctuary’s community garden- even if Don hasn’t actually gardened before (kinda hard to go to a community garden in NYC when you’re a giant turtle mutant). And last but not least, Michael is cute <3

I keep forgetting to draw the sibs in clothes so I’m trying to get into the habit and also define their wardrobes a bit.

[ricisidro]

#Vesper (2022) on #PrimeVideo focuses on a 13-year-old girl struggling to survive with her paralyzed father who uses her wits, strength and #biohacking abilities to fight for the future.

Siimilar to "#StarWars"-influenced #scifi epic "#RebelMoon: Part One – A Child of Fire," on #Netflix, it proves that quality #scifi movies can be made on a budget.

#adventure #drama #fantasy #dystopia #postapocalypse