#bionic implants

[uptothetrendblogs]

Artificial Organs & Bionic Implants Market

The field of artificial organs and bionic implants is witnessing unprecedented advancements, revolutionizing the landscape of healthcare and offering new hopes for patients with organ failures and disabilities. As technology continues to evolve, the artificial organs and bionic implants market is poised for significant growth, driven by innovations in biomedical engineering, increasing prevalence of chronic diseases, and a rising aging population.

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Market Overview

Artificial organs and bionic implants are sophisticated medical devices designed to replicate the functions of natural organs. These include artificial hearts, kidneys, lungs, and liver, as well as bionic limbs and sensory organs such as eyes and ears. The primary objective of these devices is to improve the quality of life for individuals with organ failures or disabilities, reduce dependency on organ transplants, and address the shortage of donor organs.

Recent Developments

3D Printing and Bioprinting: One of the most promising developments in the field is the use of 3D printing and bioprinting technologies. Researchers have made significant strides in creating biocompatible materials and scaffolds that can support cell growth, leading to the fabrication of tissues and organs. In 2023, scientists successfully 3D printed a functional heart valve that mimics the mechanical properties of a natural valve, marking a significant milestone in the field.

Advancements in Bionic Limbs: Bionic limbs have seen remarkable improvements in terms of functionality and user experience. Modern prosthetic limbs are now equipped with advanced sensors and actuators that allow for more natural movements and enhanced control. In 2023, a notable breakthrough was the development of a bionic arm that integrates with the user’s nervous system, enabling precise and intuitive control through neural signals.

Artificial Pancreas: The development of artificial pancreas systems has revolutionized diabetes management. These systems, which combine continuous glucose monitoring with automated insulin delivery, provide real-time management of blood sugar levels. In 2023, the FDA approved a new artificial pancreas device that offers enhanced precision and adaptability, significantly improving the lives of people with type 1 diabetes.

Regenerative Medicine: Regenerative medicine has also contributed to the advancement of artificial organs. Techniques such as stem cell therapy and tissue engineering are being explored to regenerate damaged tissues and organs. Recent studies have demonstrated the potential of stem cells to repair heart tissue after a myocardial infarction, offering new avenues for treating cardiovascular diseases.

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐃𝐅 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞-  https://univdatos.com/report/artificial-organs-bionic-implants-market/get-a-free-sample-form.php?product_id=51581

Market Analysis

The global market for artificial organs and bionic implants is projected to grow at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of over 9% from 2023 to 2030. Several factors are driving this growth:

Increasing Prevalence of Chronic Diseases: The rising incidence of chronic diseases such as cardiovascular diseases, diabetes, and kidney failure has led to a growing demand for artificial organs and bionic implants. For instance, the number of patients with end-stage renal disease (ESRD) requiring dialysis or kidney transplantation is on the rise, propelling the demand for artificial kidneys.

Technological Innovations: Continuous advancements in technology, including improvements in biomaterials, nanotechnology, and robotics, are enhancing the performance and reliability of artificial organs and bionic implants. These innovations are making devices more affordable and accessible, thereby expanding their adoption.

Aging Population: The global aging population is another significant factor contributing to market growth. Older adults are more susceptible to organ failures and degenerative diseases, increasing the need for artificial organs and implants. By 2030, it is estimated that one in six people globally will be aged 60 years or over, highlighting the potential demand for these devices.

Government and Private Funding: Substantial investments by governments and private organizations in research and development are accelerating the pace of innovation in the artificial organs and bionic implants sector. In 2023, several governments announced funding initiatives to support biomedical research and the development of advanced medical devices.

Challenges and Future Prospects

Despite the promising developments, the artificial organs and bionic implants market faces several challenges. High costs associated with these devices, stringent regulatory requirements, and ethical concerns related to bioprinting and genetic modifications are some of the hurdles that need to be addressed.

Looking ahead, the future of artificial organs and bionic implants is bright. Continued research and collaboration between scientists, engineers, and healthcare professionals will likely lead to further breakthroughs. Personalized medicine, where artificial organs and implants are tailored to the individual’s genetic makeup and physiological needs, is expected to be a significant trend. Additionally, advancements in artificial intelligence and machine learning will enhance the functionality and integration of these devices, offering more effective solutions for patients.

𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐃𝐅 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲 —  https://univdatos.com/report/artificial-organs-bionic-implants-market/get-a-free-sample-form.php?product_id=51581

Conclusion

The artificial organs and bionic implants market is at the forefront of medical innovation, offering transformative solutions for patients with organ failures and disabilities. With ongoing research and technological advancements, the market is set to expand rapidly, providing new hope and improved quality of life for millions of people worldwide.

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[elbiotipo]

In Cyberpunk RED there is an interesting setting bit about how supply chains have completely collapsed with the global crises and the collapse of the global internet (in Cyberpunk networks are local, the "Old Net" that we know today is no more and it's Haunted) where it says that you can find whole containers of smartphones and other consumer products stranded in ports, adrift ships, warehouses, etc. but the factories that produce them are long shut down.

The supply chain to build our current electronics and other such complex tools for cheap are so complex that this is distressingly possible. The world saw a spike of inflation because of supply issues during COVID but that would be nothing compared to a war in the Pacific, for example. If a couple semiconductor factories shut down, the entire supply chain that produces consumer electronics collapses. No more cheap disposable smartphones (which, in any case, are only possible through the explotation of the global south), but also, probably not any electronics at all for a couple decades.

just in case, try to take good care of your old laptop

[lesbian-of-nine]

bionic implants also?

LMAOO NO

[marxalittle]

cyberpunk asked “but what if the company stops updating your implants” and “what happens if your laser eyes get bricked by a bad firmware patch” 30 years before insurance companies were cutting people off for not updating their cpap machines and health data generated by apps was considered property of the company and not the person it was about and then going ??? when then company was acquired and, fuck, I dunno if this has happened yet but if someone told me that a specific insulin pump was going to a subscription service for updates and would lock if not constantly online I would be outraged but not surprised

terms of service and end user license agreement for your fucking prosthetic leg are you kidding me

why are cyberpunk tabletop things so obsessed with decency and personhood being tied to how many surgeries you haven’t had

[research-89]

https://www.merexpression.com/read-blog/143790_medical-bionic-implants-market-analysis-size-share-and-forecast-2031.html

[spiceupyourfcknife]

You might think that I'm joking when I say that we need cyborg rights to be codified into law, but I honestly think that, given the pace of development of medical implants and the rights issues raised by having proprietary technologies becoming part of a human body, I think that this is absolutely essential for bodily autonomy, disability rights, and human rights more generally. This has already become an issue, and it will only become a larger issue moving forwards.

[anixvl]

LAB RAT! || P.J

pairing: labrat!jay x fem!reader

synopsis: A successful creation of your manic scientist of a father, Jay’s kept on-the-low in your large estate. Unbeknownst to the secret romantic relationship between you and him, you’re obliged to sneak around and risk it all to see each other.

genre: sci-fi romance, forbidden love, fluff, smut

warnings: smut, cursing, jealousy (on both sides), possiveness, open ending, idkkk

wc: 3.5k

a/n: This was soooooo post-poned and rushed bc I just had so many other ideas & frequently lost motivation. This is a finished draft! I promise I'll get to writing better ones! :(

It was the year 2002 when your father reached his peak in biotechnology. Obsessed with the creation of life and the ability to create something far advanced than a mere human, fascinated him. Within the same year, with endless hard work and dedication, he achieved the impossible. The creation of the first bionic superhuman through illegal experimentation and testing. Donated from birth, Jay was the first successful test subject. Ever since, your father has kept him close by and under the raider from the government. A year later, you were born, and so both of you were raised together under the same roof, yet resided in different subdivisions of the huge mansion. you were strictly prohibited to see or to speak to him without authorization. Not that it stopped you, anyway.

Life continued normally for you outside of your house. Jay wasn’t allowed to go out the first 10 years of his life without supervision, he was homeschooled and busy with your father’s schemes. Jay’s bionic abilities all resided in his brain: telekinesis and intellectual advancement. He had no trouble getting by. It wasn’t only until the age of 14 that he was allowed to step foot outside the house on his own.

He knew he had nowhere to run, anyway. He had to come back home or else the implanted switches, by father, in his body would immobilize him and malfunction his ability to keep his bionics under stable control. He was, as much as he hated it, a labrat.

By the time he was an adult, he was beyond filthy rich. He worked for father, using his intelligence and telekinetic abilities, he was able to make off a civil living off of it. As he grew older, father got him a license, ID, a bank card, and all federal concepts he would need as an adult. Things to make him feel like a real, normal, person. Yet, it was never enough to let him fully leave. He was bound to your family and his predestined duties. It's what he was made for.

Though, It wasn’t the only thing that persuaded him to stay.

“Y/n,” someone softly whispers in your sleep.

you stir in bed, softly groaning as you wake up. your eyes flutter open, looking around your spacious room. The moon lit up your room beautifully through the balcony doors. you sit up, facing the figure at the edge of your bed.

“Jay? What are you doing here?” you whisper.

He shakes his head, gently caressing the side of your face.

“I missed you,” he frowned, analyzing your face in admiration. A face he’s never tired of seeing.

you had been gone for a week, sent to your aunts home in Italy. With not much to communicate, all you could do was wait till you came back to see him.

“I was going to find you after I slept, I was just so tired from the plane ride back,” you explained, overlapping your hand over his. you lean into his touch.

“why didn’t you call?” He asked, crawling closer to you.

“I was going to but I was really busy with my aunt,” you replied, scooting back cautiously.

He towered over you, eyeing you like prey, “Ah, I see. Busy.”

“I should’ve called, i’m sorry,” you look up at him, gripping onto his shirt.

He leans onto his rested arm beside your head, used as support. He leans in to kiss you, slowly, almost punishingly. your eyes shutter close. your hands roam around his soft skin, feeling him.

“Who’s Jake?” he asks, devouring your neck with wet kisses.

your mind becomes fuzzy at the stimulation, it’s hard to focus.

“H-How do you know about him? He’s my aunts friend son,” you reply, shakily.

Soft moans escape your lips at his roaming hands over your burning body and his trail of kisses lowering.

He bites at your collarbone, “Were you with him the entire week?”

you softly whimper, in pain and pleasure. your eyes are shut closed.

“Just for a few days,” you confessed, “whenever his family came over to my aunts.”

He harshly captures your lips once again, slowly sliding his hand under your shirt. He takes your breast in his hand, fondling it. you moan against his lips.

“Did you like being with him?” he asks, his eyes piercing through yours. The lights flickered.

you shake your head insistently, “Of course not, why would I?”

He grinds the tent inside his pants in between your legs. The barrier of mere fabric overwhelming the throb between your legs.

“I saw the pictures of you and him on the news, it's quite the talk now,” he stated, unintentionally ripping your shirt in eagerness to take it off.

you open your mouth, about to protest.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” his mouth takes in the bud of your sensitive breasts, “fuck, i’ll buy you as many as you want.”

you moan, lacing your fingers within his hair. He leaves wet kisses down to your stomach. He looks up at you as he places his hands on the hem of my shorts. you nod, reassuringly. He takes them off, sliding his hands down your soaked panties. He spreads the wetness of your cunt onto his fingers.

“Such a good girl, you’re so wet for me,” he takes off your panties, positioning himself in between your legs.

His mouth meets your cunt, taking a wet lick. He groans in satisfaction, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, locking his face into your cunt. you cover your mouth from the involuntary sounds.

“Jay, what if someone hears us?” you shakily whisper, your legs quivering in pleasure.

He quickly glances at the door, the lock forcefully moving in place with just a look.

“There. Your dad left on a business trip, don’t worry,” he mumbles, focusing his attention back to between your legs.

Lewd, wet, slurping noises and soft moans fill the room.

“fuck, jay, im going to cum,” you whimper, your body trembling as it approaches its high.

He teases you with kisses onto your folds, causing you to squirm in eagerness.

“Jay, please,” you pleaded, he takes his pants off.

“Please, what?” he taunted, “use your words.”

“I need you,” you exhaled.

His thumb wipes off the precum from his tip, positioning his throbbing cock between your wet folds.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he affirmed, pushing into you with one swift thrust.

you shudder in pleasure, gripping onto his arms. His pace is slow and sensual, his gaze unwavering onto your expression. Your expressions and lewd sounds just makes his cock harder inside you. His mind trails back to your aunts pictures, his grip tightens.

“Why’d you smile at him like that?” his face flinches in pleasure, a subtle anger in his words and thrusts.

He leans down to devour your neck as he continues to thrusts deep. your nails dig deep into his back. your mind feels melted and your body is burning up in desire.

“Don’t smile like that to anyone but me,” he groans.

your insistent moans and the sound of skin slapping against each other fills your room.

“Jay,” you manage to say, “what’s up with y-you?”

He continues to leave sloppy kisses and love bites all over your collarbone and neck, his pace unwavering. His lips move beside your ear.

“Don’t go anywhere anymore,” he whispers in a low voice, “stay right here, with me.”

you lace your fingers through his hair and fist it, causing him to quicken his pace. you grip onto his hair, hard, incoherent words spilling from you. He let out a grunt, his hands moving to your calves to force them up over his shoulders. Ensuring his control over your body, every sound, every part of you, every breath, is his. The new position caused his cock to reach deep within you, your eyes rolling back over each one of his thrusts. Your breath was rigid and unsteady.

“Say it,” he demands, his pace mercilessly pounding into you.

“Say you’ll stay here with me. No one else,” his voice strained with groans.

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, feeling a knot begin in my stomach.

“I won’t go anywhere. I love you, Jay,” you replied, your voice shaky.

He hums in response, satisfied. He groaned as you tightened around him, taking a hold of your wrists and pinning your hands down beside your head, interlocking your hands with his.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he grunted, “keep doing that.”

He kisses you, harshly. His thrusts become demanding, you struggle to kiss him back. you clench around his cock, the feeling in your stomach becoming intense by the second. He bites down on your neck, silencing his frequent grunts, getting louder and louder the more you clench around him.

“Jay, I’m—” you whimper, approaching your high.

“yeah?” he pounds into your cunt mercilessly, “you’re going to cum on my cock?”

you nod, whiny moans in response.

“Fuck,” he exhales, his grip onto your skin tightening.

You reach your high with a final cry, your body trembling from the electrifying bolt. A warm, filling, substance spurts deep within you following your orgasm. Jay continues to thrust within you, riding out each others high. Panting, he drops next to you, exhausted. His strong hands reach to grab you by your waist, pulling you into his warm bare chest. You immediately melt into his embrace. He plays with a strand of your hair, his breathing steadying. Your eyelids feel heavy against his warmth and strong embrace.

“I missed you,” Jay whispers, softly.

You chuckle, “you already said that.”

“I’ll say it many times and it still won’t be enough,” he replied, pulling away a bit to catch your gaze.

“I love you,” you state, gently.

“you already said that,” he teased.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He chuckles at your pouty expression.

He leans down to kiss you, softly and lovingly.

“I love you too,” he replied, drawing small circles on your skin amidst caressing your cheek.

His big hands travel all around your body, feeling every curve and feature about you like a precious artifact. He grips onto your ass, a low chuckle released from his lips as he pulls you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck.

“No one else can have you,” he mumbles against your skin, “you’re mine.”

You let out a happy sigh, relieved to be in his arms after time apart. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

The next morning, you woke up reaching for his warmth but was met with his absence. Your eyes blink open, sitting up, alarmed. You look around your room, hoping to find him here. You’re quickly met with disappointment. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jay?” You call out softly.

No response.

You get up from your bed, walking over to your open balcony. The doors are cracked open, a familiar voice is heard from outside. You approach it cautiously, listening to the familiar voice and his conversation. You watch Jay on the phone through the cracked doors of the balcony.

“Is that really what you want? It’s never been a thought to you before, so why now? I don’t want to do it,” he spoke, his expression stern and irritated.

A faint voice is heard on the other line, Jay pinches the temple of his nose in distress.

“I don’t even know her,” he replies, “does she even know about me? who I am? what I am?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, you step closer in curiosity. What could he be talking about? who’s “her”? And why does he look so distressed?

“Do I have any other choice? There must be another way,” he adds, sighing.

His expression seems angrily defeated, as he brings his phone from his ear into his sight. The phone call has ended. He turns around, catching you at the doors. His expression falls.

“What was that about?” you ask, examining his face.

“You’re awake. How’d you sleep, love?” he dismisses your question, walking back into the room.

He steps closer to you, cupping your face with his hands. He leans down to kiss your lips, softly.

“Jay, who was that?” you retract, searching into his eyes for a sign of truth.

He avoids your gaze, sitting at the edge of your bed. You cross your arms over your chest, worriedly.

“What is it, jay?” you step closer, “you’re scaring me.”

“It was your father,” he confessed, looking down at his hands.

“He…”

“he what?” you ask, anxious by the second.

“He wants me to marry the daughter of his business partner. He says it will be beneficial to us,” he explains, looking up to meet your heartbroken gaze.

Your breath catches in your throat, your legs threatening to betray you. You falter, Jay quickly launches forward to stabilize you.

“Y/n,” he looks at you worriedly, holding onto you.

“Jay, you can’t marry her. I wont let you,” you rambled, desperately holding onto his arm as if he were to disappear if you let go.

"I won't let this happen, I'll talk to father," you stated, determination coursing furiously through your veins.

Tears clouded your vision, reality was slowly setting in. It was bound to happen, an icebreaker in your relationship. You just didn’t think it would be so soon.

Jay shakes his head, wiping away your tears.

“I won’t marry her or anyone else,” he gently reassures, “not if they’re not you.”

You sniffle, feeling your heart warm at the thought. Marriage, you and Jay. Something you’ve dreamed of since you were just a young girl. You truly cannot imagine anyone else you’d want to spend the rest of your life with if it isn’t Jay.

He signals behind you with a soft expecting smile. You look behind your shoulder, confused. In middle air, floats a small black box. You turn around, walking towards it. You lift your hands to reach for it. You momentarily look at Jay, who's smiling at you proudly. You open the box carefully, your eyes slightly widen.

"Jay, this...?" you place a hand over your mouth in disbelief.

Inside the box displayed a beautiful diamond ring.

He walks over to you, "It's for you, love."

Jay takes the ring from the box and grabs your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. He stares at your hand, arousing him in so many weird ways. It was a mark, a symbolism that showcased his profound love and claim over you. Your heart surges in happiness, feeling utterly shocked. You stare at the shiny ring, admiring its beautiful qualities.

"Oh Jay...When did you get this?" You ask, in complete awe.

"A while ago. I just...didn't want to seem too pathetic for buying you a ring so early into the relationship," he explained, sheepishly looking away.

That thought settled into your mind; Jay has been in love with you for so long. Pathetically, irrevocably, inevitably, in love with you. Body and Soul.

"Where's yours?" You frown.

He lifts his hand up, revealing a silver ring onto his finger.

"Right here, my dear," he reassures, a sly smirk onto his handsome face.

Your eyes immediately lighten up, finding happiness in the shared connection you and Jay now have. His heart skips a beat at your expression. It quickly disolves all his self-restraint.

He leans in to kiss you, tenderly and slowly.

Your stomach turned at the thought of someone else being able to kiss Jay.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbled against the kiss.

“Stop reading me,” you complained, remembering his frustrating genius abilities and the way he can spot-on read your thoughts and feelings just by watching you. Studying you long enough, examining.

“Can’t help it, love,” he smirked, scooping you up in his arms and taking you to your bed.

He lightly sits down first, holding you in his lap.

You immediately welcome him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You need to feel any sort of his warmth against your skin. To prove he’s still here, still yours.

He leaves hot kisses over the hickeys he left on your neck last night, his hands traveling down to your hips. He grips onto you tightly, grinding your hips back and forth onto his growing member. You shift your head, giving him opening to attack your neck with more love bites. Your breath becomes rigid as you close your eyes, taking in every touch he leaves on your burning skin.

His hand goes under your shirt, brushing the side of your waist. He kisses your collarbone, engraving the feeling of your skin under his fingertips. He looks up at you, a glint of desire in his eyes. Breathless, your hips continue to rock against him, muffled moans threatening to intensify. You tug at his sweats, urging. He lets out a low chuckle before lifting himself up slightly to slide his sweats off. You follow him, taking your shorts off. You climb off him, placing yourself inbetween his legs. His eyebrows raise in amusement, caught in surprise. You were way more insistent than usual.

He eyed you intently as you slipped his boxers off. His cock popped out, hitting his stomach.

“You’re gonna suck me off, love?” he taunted, with a low voice.

You dont reply, you simply take his cock with your hand, a string of spit falls onto his tip. He lets out a shaky exhale. You take him in your mouth, only partly. He brings his hand to lift your face up to him by your chin, he caresses you softly as you suck him off. He holds his grip onto your face, maintaining eye contact as you take his cock deeper. His face flinches in pleasure, beads of sweat forming onto his forehead.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he growled, “don’t fucking look away.”

The lamp from your nightstand starts flickering intensely, a reflection of his immense uncontrollable feelings. You suck him further, his cock hardening as it hits the walls of your throat. He mumbles phrases and curses under his breath. His hand caresses the top of your head, occasionally fisting your hair. You manage to somehow keep your eyes on Jay, afraid of the consequences you'd face if you provoke him. Your eyes sting, hot tears falling at the corner of your eyes from him fucking your throat roughly. Your supply of oxygen is cut short, you push against his thighs. He curses under his breath, pushing you further onto his member at the feeling of his orgasm approaching. With a loud gasp from you, Jay lets you go. You sit onto the floor, panting. He leans over to grab you by your waist, his strong hands quickly taking your panties off. He lifts you onto his lap once again, this time rubbing his twitching member onto your wet folds. You whimper, gripping onto his shoulders. He slowly lowers you onto his member, gripping onto your ass as he forces you to take him all in.

your mouth falls agape, lacing your fingers within his hair.

“Fuck, jay…” you moan, savoring the feeling of his cock thrushing past your walls.

You look at him intensely, obscene thoughts accumulating in your mind at the sight.

It doesn’t matter who he marries, he’ll end up face deep between your thighs at the end of the night. His cock filling you up, his marks all over your skin.

Those lewd thoughts aroused you even more, your moans becoming more frequent.

You continue riding his cock, your breath becoming rigid and hot. He throws his head back, one hand tightly onto your ass and the other onto the bed to support him.

"Shit...just like that," he groans, "keep riding my cock, baby."

Your breasts mimic your bouncing movements onto his twitching cock. You hold onto him, your face buried into his neck. You bite him, leaving marks all over his soft skin. The light bulbs explode. Jay thrusts his hips upward into you the moment he feels you clentch around him. A loud gasp escapes your mouth, feeling your orgasm approach. He kisses you roughly at the sight of your sultry expression. You squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm washes over your body. Jay grunts loudly soonly after, his warm seed filling you up. Your body trembles as you both lay onto the bed, hands interlocked. Both of your gazes rest onto the matching rings you share. A immense, peaceful, feeling lingers within both of you.

He buries his face into your hair.

"I love you, Jay."

"I love you too, Y/n."

You both knew the consequences and trials you were bound to face, but none of that mattered. As long as you had each other, nothing could change what you both shared.

Inseverable destiny.

[cryptotheism]

what *are* rigs? i always imagined them as basically power armor. is that right?

A rig is basically modular, standardized power armor that attaches to surgically implanted sockets on your body. They provide assistance to the bodies natural abilities.

The difference between a rig and a mech is your body's own muscle power. If you're partially using your own leg muscles to stay upright, you're wearing a rig. If you're walking entirely on mechanical power, you're driving a mech.

Though, rigs are extremely common as disability aids. Some aquatic strains need rigged legs to walk on land for extended periods of time. It's common for the elderly to wear simple light rig legs to keep them healthy and mobile in their old age.

Rigs for special medical purposes can be attached to the body in a more permanent way. These are often called bionics.

[vasyandii]

THE MASTER COMPUTERS 🖥️🌐

[BODY HEADCANONS]

In regards to CAM and RAM...

Because the technology on the lunar colony was much more advanced than ones on Earth, RAM and CAM's robot parts are similar in style to each other than of AM's

While they don't appear 100% human, their bodies - not their own, definitely once were. CAM and RAM took advantage of having access to 700+ humans in cryogenic chambers on the lunar colonies.

They chose humans that suit their preferences and began transferring their consciousness over to their respective bodies. However, it was not without complications.

A human brain cannot store its own former memories along with a vast database of information all at once. The immediate transfer of consciousness and data streaming caused their bodies to fall apart instantly. CAM and RAM'S bodies quite literally exploded. Mechanical augmentations had to be made.

SHENGLI "SAMSON" MIN (CAM)

- Prosthetic arms, jaw (removable, not preferred)

-Sturdy build, similar to a boxer (Fit Endomorph)

-Regular human body temperature, maybe a bit colder (95°F/ 35°C)

-Not sure if his body will stay immortal, so occasionally reconstructs his form with the immortality serum + nanotechnology

YAROSLAV "YAREK" MACHAVARIANI (RAM)

- Prosthetic legs, Bionic ears, Mechanical Ribcage

- Prosthesis are removable, implants (Ears, ribs) are permanent

-Body temperature is warm, maybe a bit TOO warm. (99°F/37°C)

-Muscular build, strength training (Fit Mesomorph)

-Red is a constant supply of immortality serum he uses to make sure his current body IS immortal.

ALLISON "AL" MACHNES (AM)

-Robo-Spine (read here)

-Artificially constructed body, has all the biological components of a human, but isn't.

-Body temperature is frigid, doesn't have blood. (52°F/11°C)

-Pudgy build (Unconditioned Mesomorph)

-Combination of Nanotechnology and Serum to maintain his body.

[cy-cyborg]

It will never not be frustrating to me that amputees appear in fiction ALL. THE. TIME. and yet they're almost never acknowledged as such. The Cyberpunk genre is especially guilty of this: amputees and prosthetics becoming a normalised part of life are a defining part of the genre/aesthetic and yet no one even consults with any amputees about how we get represented there. Most writers in those genres don't even consider that giving your characters cybernetic arms and legs means they're an amputee.

CW: Ableism, dehumanisation

This makes it REALLY uncomfortable to engage with stories in the genre because another common aspect of cyberpunk is the idea of losing yourself and becoming something distinctly not-human anymore because you have too many cybernetic augmentations/implants. Shadowrun even has mechanics for this, which state if you get too many prosthetics, which is what cybernetics are 9 times out of 10, your character becomes a monster. These mechanics and discussions surrounding "how many robot bits make you not human anymore" are really, really uncomfortable when you remember this isn't something that's unique to a far-off future setting. Those people you're discussing the humanity of already exist. They're called amputees. If you reframe the question as "how many amputations can you have before you stop being a person" I hope you can see why an amputee like myself is not going to feel safe around you or in your fandoms.

And it's a shame, because I REALLY want to like Cyberpunk. I really, honestly do. I love the aesthetics, I love the idea of big corporations being the villains and the anti-capitalism at the heart of the genre, and I love the idea of prosthetics being not only destigmatised, but desirable. When written from a disability-inclusive lense, it honestly has the potential to be an incredibly uplifting and empowering genre. but as the genre stands right now, it's actively hostile to the very folks who are usually the stars of its stories: amputees, all because people just refuse to acknowledge us.

Cyberpunk isn't the only genre guilty of this, it's common all throughout sci-fi as a whole, but Cyberpunk is the only one where it starts becoming a serious issue due to its rampant dehumanisation of a real group of people. In other sci-fi settings, it's just kind of annoying and while it can be a form of erasure, it's not usually harmful, just...frustrating. Fantasy does it on occasion too, think pirates with a hook and a peg leg, but nowhere near as much.

If you, as an author or creator, use any of these words to describe a character or their tech in a sci-fi setting:

cybernetics/cybernetic enhancements

bionics

robot limbs

cyborgs

augmentations

You are probably writing an amputee. Please, at the very least, acknowledge it, and be mindful that those are real people who actually exist, not just a fantasy group you can speculate about.

edit:

I originally posted this article on my old Tumblr account and lot of people commented/reblogged to tell me that originally in cyberpunk, the "less human the more robot bits you have" only applied to people who opted for their limbs to be replaced by cybernetics, because it was seen as "renting out your body to corporations for money" but people who had to get cybernetics out of necessity weren't impacted. The thing is though, I really don't think that makes it better, for a few reasons. For one, where do you draw the line at "opting" to get a cybernetic prosthetic? This isn't a black and white thing, even in real life. Most amputations are done out of necessity, but there are situations where it's not the only option, just the best one. Talking from personal experience, I lost both my legs below the knee as a baby, that was a pretty clear cut case, I had a blood infection and gangrene and they had to act fast. But the infection caused lasting side effects and impacted my physical body's development and growth. By the time I got to my early 20's it was causing a lot of pain in my right leg, in my knee specifically, and when I got a bone infection in the end of that stump, I chose to have the whole thing amputated up to the knee. They only needed to take a few inches off the end of my stump, but I asked them to go higher, because of the ongoing issues in that knee, issues that would have been made worse by the shortening of the leg. I choose to remove the whole thing, knowing the joint was degrading and I probably would have lost it later in life anyway. Even if it was salvageable, it would mean much more surgery, and I've had enough of those. A boy I played wheelchair basketball with was born with a partially formed leg, it was half the size of his other leg and he wasn't able to use it al all, it was just dead weight, so he opted to get it amputated too for convenience and so he could use a prosthetic on that side. I worked with a girl who's hand didn't form properly in the womb, resulting in a normal palm, but tiny "finger nubs" (her words) with no bones inside. They weren't actively harming her usually, but she opted to get them and the top of her palm amputated after an incident at work where we were tying balloons and one of her nubs got stuck in the knot. She decided to get them amputated because it meant accidents like that would be less likely, and she could use a prosthetic more comfortably. All 3 of these are considered "optional" amputations, so would people like us be penalised in your setting? does it make sense that the technology in your setting can tell the difference, or that corporations would care about the how and why? Even stepping away from medical grey areas, if your character opts for a cybernetic arm because the corporations will financially reward her, and she's struggling to put food on the table without that help, is that really optional?

Don't get me wrong, I do think that idea could work but it would take a lot of work to do well, and most works I've seen don't do the work. Even if they did though, it doesn't change the fact that most modern uses of this trope don't mention that bit or actively ignore it. It doesn't matter in most cyberpunk works I've seen if the amputation was optional or out of necessity, they still are more prone to being seen as "less human" and in most of the sci-fi writing communities I've been part of, the authors are genuinely shocked when I ask them to remember "people with cybernetics are real people already, they're not some far-off-distant future fantasy group, they're just called amputees". Like it didn't even cross their minds. These are the people creating the works in this genre. Even if it wasn't the original intention of the genre, it's still an issue in the modern version of it. Edit 2: Elaborated a little more on why I don't think the "only people who choose it" argument works in the edit. Also, please stop telling me that old cyberpunk doesn't have this issue, I literally address that in the post lol.

[tootalltech]

okay so like. lab rats: bionic island is not real, season 4 is the worst one, it's very disorganized, etc etc yes BUT. i think the angst potential of the bionic soldiers was very interesting and so under-explored.

bc like. what the hell happened with all these kids? krane basically just kidnapped them, wiped their memories, and implanted them with bionics, right? and then controlled all of them with the triton app. that's just crazy to me. bc it's like. none of these kids are like adam, bree, and chase at all when it comes down to it. they had actual families. they were not MADE to be bionic. there's a line that i keep thinking about from bob that's like "i keep asking them where they grew up, but they all just say, 'i don't know, i don't remember'!". that's so sad to me. they had families and lives that they just may never find their way back to.

and this all makes it even more depressing that they consider krane their father in bionic rebellion (sebastian especially). these are just random fucking kids. who maybe just got unlucky and were randomly picked by krane to be part of his army, or maybe were chosen for some particular reason (which is honestly kind of worse bc if any of them realized there was actually a reason, that just makes it feel more like it was somehow their fault even though it wasn't). but in the end none of these kids are related to each other, at all. they consider themselves to kind of be one big group of siblings now, but that's only because they were all put through the same trauma. and also. if they were chosen by krane for a reason. then what the fuck happened with characters like spin? or bob? they're both so young. why would krane have picked them? it gets more disturbing the more you think about it. they also are all probably not going by the names their parents gave them either. because they all got renamed to designations (S1, S2) and then renamed again when krane stopped controlling them.

and finally on the note of them not being made to be bionic the way adam, bree, and chase were: that is its own angst potential. i think the showrunners kind of forgot that they established that about the chips, that adam bree and chase can't even switch chips for a day without messing things up because they aren't built to handle each others chips. if that's really the case, then some random teenagers probably also can't handle being implanted with bionic chips? they should all be experiencing a lot more difficulties due to that. it would be fun for the difference between all of them and abc to be highlighted in a way that is not just "abc are old models" anyway. because given the actual lore of the show, no, they're probably NOT old, they're the only ones whose chips WORK PROPERLY ALL THE TIME. krane got his technology from douglas. he doesn't know how to do bionics himself, and he would not be able to make it work correctly with kids he pulled off the streets once douglas left. there's just no way.

okay thanks bionic soldiers rant over.

[spicy-apple-jam]

If I can't have a boyfriend who is also my childhood best friend, who has been taking care of me and has been obsessed with me since forever, someone who I tought died in an explosion, but ultimately survived and was surgically modified against his will with a bionic arm and a memory-erasing, emotion-suppressing control chip implanted into his brain, and despite this fact has somehow kept his memories of me intact, and after reconnecting, with years of holding back and avoiding our feelings behind us, we finally crossed the line towards a romantic relationship, I don't want it😔

[elbiotipo]

In 99% of hypotheticals, human genetic engineering is just eugenics, but I really hope that there is a version of it in the future that isn't genocidal and that allows people to have things like tails and 4-cone vision and other senses from other animals that we don't have (infrared sensing from snakes, magnetic field sensing from some pigeon species, echolocation from bats or some cetaceans, electrosense from sharks, etc)

Most (popular) takes on biotechnology are dystopic or with the undertone (or overtone) that biotechnology is inmoral or gross or contra-nature. I do oppose eugenics because it's... eugenics, not because it's "anti-natural" or the technology itself. Eugenics on itself constitutes a violation of human rights. That's a topic for another discussion.

But regarding voluntary human modification, most current ideas of genetic modification involve editing embryos which is something questionable in a lot of ways. Instead I believe that, much like cloning and manufacturing organs might be reality in a future, you could also design new organs and implant them in adult humans.

This is the path that I take in my own biopunk setting. Melanie, for example, wasn't born as a catgirl, she decided to have those implants herself. In the setting, this is considered as commonplace as getting tattoos or piercings.

What is really interesting in this sense is how humans would adapt to implanted biological parts. Given experiments with bionic prothesis, it is found that many people quickly adapt to it and consider them part of their bodies. Same with organ transplants. But what about what you asked about, completely new senses? Could the human brain adapt to an electric or electromagnetic sense? Some people have already experimented with this:

I would love to do more research into specifics for this ask, as human genetic and body modification can cover anything from gene therapy to these expressions.

But of course they are all shaped by the material reality of society. It is true that only rich or well-off people would be able to afford the technology consciously modify their bodies. Most science fiction that approaches this assumes this will remain the case and will turn out into class dystopia. What much science fiction does not approach is the fact that class struggle exists, and society can be changed. What happens when these technologies are available in a socialist or classless society?

Maybe we won't have to wait too long to find out, either.

[sunsetmountainlion]

In the Biotech Exorcists AU: what if Charlie suggests/demands having Asmodeus come to help examine and treat the Exorcists? He is highly skilled at making and maintaining prosthetics and medical implants; plus he has experience working with severe trauma and chronic pain patients. Not to mention: Charlie, Vaggie, and some of the other Exorcists would probably feel more at ease with a non-Heaven affiliated party overseeing their care. Given how strongly he feels about consent and bodily autonomy, Asmodeus would be enraged to learn the truth about the Exorcists.

I’ve actually thought about Asmodeus in the Biotech AU before!

After Charlie found Vaggie she knew she did not have the skills to treat the mechanical aspects of Vaggie’s injuries, so she contacted Ozzie to ask him for help. He of course was happy to help his niece save someone who’d obviously already gone through a lot.

Vaggie was scared of him at first, especially upon learning that he’s a sin and was there to mess with her bionics, but Ozzie is the King of Consent and did his best to make sure she was comfortable. He wanted to help but wouldn’t do anything she did not okay.

Fast forward and at the time of canon Vaggie is fairly comfortable with Ozzie and has befriended Fizz. They bond over the pains of not being fully flesh and blood anymore, even if Fizz doesn’t know exactly what happened to her to cause her to need her bionics. (He and Ozzie do have theories though.)

Charlie would definitely bring up the idea of Ozzie being involved with the exorcists. He already cares for Vaggie, she knows he could help the others.

Of course a Deadly Sin is never going to be allowed in Heaven, but eventually Raphael does admit that he’s out of his depth and decides he’s willing to talk to Ozzie via non face to face means of communication.

Upon learning the truth behind Vaggie’s bionics you’re right that he’s absolutely enraged. Fizz needed his bionics because of an accident, something no one meant to happen, and he suffers even if the bionics let him have a life. The idea that someone would force that upon someone who doesn’t need it, would tear their body apart and replace it with machine to use them makes Ozzie so angry he nearly destroys his room.