“You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
There's a gaylord half full of old cell phones. I reach inside and pull one out, and in doing so I accidentally touch the side. For the first time in a decade and a half, it powers on.
It's alive, despite everything. It's got half battery. The background is still set to a selfie on the tiny one megapixel camera. I'm surprised, and hold down the power button. It shows "shutting down", and the screen goes blank, for probably the final time. I drop it back into the box, and it clatters as it hits the pile of iphones with shattered screens and flipphones from the 2000s. There's silence in the ewaste depot again, as the power-down chime fades away.
“My friends are cyborgs, but that’s okay” is a mockumentary project made to imagine a world where Asian bodies navigate as cyborgs in a hegemonic human society. It explores the complex state of being cyborgs and asian — fluid, transgressive, marginalized but also stereotyped as unemotional and inhuman.
In A Cyborg Manifesto: Science, Technology, and Socialist-Feminism in the Late Twentieth Century, Donna Haraway once suggested that “'women of color' might be understood as a cyborg identity, a potent subjectivity synthesized from fusions of outsider identities''. Cyborg myth for Haraway is about “transgressed boundaries, potent fusions, and dangerous possibilities which progressive people might explore as one part of needed political work”.
Asian bodies especially, in the media and in general are often seen as robotic, intelligent but less human. Different from Orientalism, the Techno-Orientalism found in many speculative fiction films and books, such as Blade Runner, imagines the future to be hypo technological cities resembling Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Shanghai, and sexualized, dehumanized asian looking cyborgs. The series is an attempt to create a narrative of cyborgs of our own: My friends are cyborgs, but that’s okay. It is to envision a change of the prevalent binary view, reconstructing the boundaries of daily life and to create a dangerously happy ever after posthuman world for cyborgs.
so enamored by this photo project by ramona jingru wang
a robot walks in with pixelated kiss marks all over its display screen saying “you should see the other bot” so you go look and there’s just a pile of crushed metal and shattered plastic and torn wires
"brain sync/neurologic link/kinetic controls make the mech a second body" is great and all but where's the love for the no brain link, no kinetic controls, no shortcut to skill type of mecha pilots. Where everything done entirely through a complex series of switches and levers and buttons.
Your only way of interfacing with the colossus of smoke and steel is to learn it's language, there is no advanced AI whispering secrets to the internal mechanics that interpret your motions, there is nothing to translate even a simple motion such as moving an arm and grasping firmly to your mind.
You and this machine could not be more different. The barrier is as immense as the ocean and you are a lost traveler without a compass or a map subject to these rough waters. If you want to converse with this divine machine, you must learn to navigate the abyss. Memorize every bullet, rocket, and blade contained within. Know every servo, every piston, every wire. Learn every limit, every threshold, every quirk, every gimmick.
Become so deeply familiar with every switch, dial, knob, and lever at your fingertips that it becomes a second body not through any magic link or miracle of science, but through practice, intimacy, and determination.