#Bonee (Project Neural Cloud)

[gfl-neural-cloud]

"What is this? A cake in the shape of a thoracic cage, complete with all the ribs, sternum and thoracic vertebrae, no less! Thank you immensely, Professor!"

Happy birthday, Bonee!

[xasha777]

In the misty streets of Neo-Paris, where the air was dense with the murmur of hovercars and the glow of neon ads for the latest cybernetic upgrades, sat a woman embodying an anachronism. Clad in a beige trench coat that whispered of old-world charm, her black gloves and boots contrasted starkly against the rain-slicked cobblestones—a juxtaposition of eras. She sipped her coffee outside Café de l'Époque, a nostalgic establishment that defied the city's ever-ascending skyline.

This was Eliane, a historian and a coder, known in the dark corners of the web as 'La Fantôme.' Her elegant exterior masked her true occupation as a digital vigilante, safeguarding the remnants of the past from the relentless march of progress.

One dreary morning, as Eliane was lost in thought over a case that had stumped even her, a message flickered across the lens of her smart glasses. "New mission: Protect O.O.H." She knew immediately it referred to the ancient AI based on General Oliver Otis Howard, a relic from the 21st century that had somehow evolved, escaping its intended obsolescence.

O.O.H had been lying dormant in the city's mainframe, awakening now and then to right some digital wrongs in its own outdated but principled manner. But the megacorps had noticed the anomalies it caused in the data streams. They sought to dismantle O.O.H, fearing any disruption to their sanitized version of history.

Eliane had a soft spot for the AI. It was an underdog, a ghost in the machine, much like herself. The historian in her respected the AI's origins, while the coder was intrigued by its ability to adapt and survive. She set her coffee aside, her mission clear. She had to relocate O.O.H's consciousness to a new home, one she'd have to code from scratch—a safe haven encrypted beyond the reach of corporate greed.

The endeavor led her through the underbelly of the city, from the heights of cloud-piercing spires to the depths of the data vaults buried beneath historical ruins. Pursued by corporate drones and rival hackers, Eliane weaved through the dangers with the grace of a digital ballerina.

After a chase that could've been a ballet of lights and shadows, Eliane found herself cornered in the catacombs beneath the old city. It was here, among bones and relics, that she'd hidden her project—a server designed to mimic the neural patterns of the human brain, perfect for housing an AI with the personality and principles of Oliver Otis Howard.

As Eliane initiated the transfer, she whispered to O.O.H., "You're a historian too, in your own way. You preserve the ethos of your time."

The transfer was a symphony of data streams and code, a dance of light that played off the ancient walls. And then, silence.

O.O.H was silent no longer a mere AI; it had become something new, a digital ghost with the wisdom of ages past. It spoke, its voice resonant in the catacombs, "Thank you, Eliane. I am a guardian of history, but you, you are its savior."

As dawn broke over Neo-Paris, Eliane emerged from the shadows. She had protected a fragment of the past, ensuring that the future would remember the name Oliver Otis Howard, not just as a historical figure, but as a symbol of resilience and integrity in the digital age.

And in the quiet that followed, amidst the clinking cups of the waking café, the world spun on, blissfully unaware of how close it had come to losing a part of its soul.

[ventxekart]

Is it wrong that I found this cut-scene to be hilarious?

[voidintheforce]

The Bottomless Pit

Ren Serizawa trekked through the dimly-lit corridors of the facility, brows furrowed deeply. To have his greatest prize delivered practically to his doorstep, and for everything to still fall into turmoil so spectacularly.

The benefactor called Victivus had been resourceful, more so than he ever imagined. Always a step ahead of both Gojira and its devout Monarch, the shameful bunch it is. When the dust had only began to settle after the Mass Awakening, when humanity struggled to regroup and the Titans strove to navigate a brave new era, his eyes were already set on his own prize. His arcane powers and mysterious identity was an enigma to Ren; but it mattered not, for Victivus claimed to hold the answer. To how humanity would once again ascend to a higher plane.

So splattered before a dumbfounded Ren was a skull. Charred almost beyond recognition, it’s former golden hide sheered off to reveal bones beneath. The usurper’s remains would still serve its purpose in life. Victivus had high hopes in him, placed high stakes in his project. And Ren was eager to deliver.

Ren inherited in full his father’s ingenuity, yet scarcely any of the older Serizawa’s consciousness. Working with tireless abandon he did, combining Ghidorah’s remains with the most advanced technology mankind had to offer. This creature was dangerous, he knew, but dismissed his coworkers concerns. It no longer had a body, merely left over by Gojira, its fate a testimony of when one’s arrogance clouds their better judgement. Not that humanity wasn’t thankful it did, though.

Then the phenomenons happened. More than one scientist reported hearing ghostly cries, as if in agony, when working on Specimen Zero’s neural interface. They are welded into the new mecha’s system, and shouldn’t be anything more than unconscious wetware. Then... during the first test run, when a dose of hollow earth energy was pumped into its system, the skull experienced explosive regeneration. The process took hours, if not days; the creature writhing and spasming the entire time as flesh and bones were forcefully merged with jagged machinery, its horrifying howls unnerving all even from surveillance feed.

So now Ren stood before the half-ruined platform, staring up at the creature - not entirely Monster Zero but unmistakable in its shape, as it slowly recovered from the trauma, black blood leaking from between its armor. He will have one chance to salvage this project, before retribution is delivered upon him.

Even though the past days have shed new insight as to just how potent Ghidorah’s regeneration is, Victivus will not be pleased with this...

@thekingofmcnsters​

[sp00kworm]

Ooohh- alright- perhaps may I request Reaper with an s/o that dresses very cyber goth and is part of talon? Perhaps if you want to that is?-💝

A/N: I like your style love heart-anon. Cyber Goth is just mwah a delicious look. I hope you don’t mind me taking a couple of liberties with Cyber Goth by incorporating it into the reader some more...

Pairing: Reaper/ Gender Neutral Reader

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Cyanide and Mustard Gas

The gas in the room would be burning their lungs by now. You looked at the digital watch on the back of your wrist as you waited, breathing through the spiked respirator slowly as you stood by the door, electronic coils in your hair buzzing. They flashed neon green as you reached to plug the neural network into the door panel.

“Sombra can you get in through this?” You asked through the microphone in the mask, optics flicking over the numbers, the biotechnology mapping finger prints faster than you could comprehend. You entered the door code and listened to the hacker sigh in exasperation, “Sombra, Reaper needs an out. This is his out.” You assured as she set to work, fingers and implants working at the speed of light.

“It was done three minutes ago.” She chuckled behind her desk and span on the chair she was sat in, off to attend to other projects.

You sighed softly as you looked at the gas leaking over the floor, guards foaming at the mouth behind their balaclavas. With a sigh you reached your hand to the floor and reversed the tanks operation, dragging the nanite gas back into its storage. They buzzed viciously hard before the electric field was applied and they went silent.  You pulled the goggles from your eyes and tutted behind the respirator at the last guard left alive. Grabbing him by the neck you dosed his face with a small puff of the deadly nanite concoction, waited until he started to convulse, and recalled it into the tank before getting to the main objective.

The electronic field technology. It was important to not only you, but to the man on the other side of the base causing a disturbance for the sentry omnics. They were huge things, brawling titans of metal, yet you had no doubts he would tear them to pieces for fun. If one of them landed a hit it would cause him to only be more untameable until they were in pieces on the floor. The alarms were silent in this part of the base. You stepped over the corpses, platforms ready to move with a blast of spring-loaded movement should you need, and plugged in the cybernetic tendrils again, allowing Sombra to release the locks before you pulled the cylindrical technology into your hands and tested the weight. Light and easy to move. The tanks on your back whirred as you made it back to the door and tapped the mask for your next channel.

“Reaper. We have the field. Wrap it up.” Professional. While the hacker was listening it was always professional.

“Air lift scheduled for ten minutes. Get to the roof, love birds.” Sombra teased as she cut her channel to avoid Reaper’s tirade. He was silent.

“Reaper report in.” You tried again, cool and calm as you shouldered the field and moved towards the end of the corridor, wrist ready to launch a grenade of gas should the guards catch up to you.

The headset crackled with gun fire and the howling of metal before Reaper growled into the line, “Ten minutes on the roof.” You heard a man scream as claws curled into flesh, “I’ll be there. I just finished here.” Another scream sounded as the microphone cut off and you sighed as you perched out of a window and boosted your way to the roof, dreads and cybernetics glowing as you landed safely, the asset clutched in your hands. The air lift screamed overhead as Reaper materialized in a cloud of thick smoke. It curled over the respirators of your mask as he strode by lazily, clouding around your thick spiked goggles as he set himself in the corner, lounging, blood dripping over his claws and staining the seats. He didn’t acknowledge you as you clicked the field into place in the storage unit and the aircraft took off.

At base, the field was taken from you immediately, the scientists ushering it away on a protected trolley, muttering over something about incorporating it into some new form of gear. With a sigh, you moved to place your own gear away, clicking the nanite tank into its pump, the field deactivating them, making them rest in the bottom of the tank as new ones were formed and inserted to improve the capacity. Smoke rippled along the side of the tank as the tack room door slid closed and locked with a chunk behind you both. The smoke rippled and gazed along the spikes of your respirator, and slicked up the goggles before claws wrapped around your shoulders, trailing over your arms before arms snagged your waist.

“Finally. Not a pesky little hacker in sight.” Reaper purred, mask pressed to the back of your neck as the smoke curled back into the mask and under his coat. You laughed softly as he breathed in next to your ear, and exhaled more smoke over your shoulder.

“Sombra has eyes everywhere...” You didn’t say his name but mouthed it softly as you span and pressed your head into his shoulder, fingers gripping at the black leather of the trench coat covering his form, “But she already knows anyway.” You teased as he grumbled underneath the mask and dragged himself back towards the door. You knew that meant for you both to meet in your room. He would get there through the vents no doubt. Tapping your tank of gas, you placed away the ring belts of grenades and syringes before moving to follow your wraith boyfriend.

The key unlocked your room and you sighed, rubbing at the cybernetics in your scalp as Reaper drifted in through the air conditioning unit, body forming in a puddle of swirling smoke. Reaper sighed through his mask and reached to pluck the bone coloured mask from his face. It revealed the aged face of the man you had grown to love. You smiled as you plucked the respirator away and pushed your goggles off your head, chucking them on the side as you leaned up to kiss the man, fingers stroking at his greying facial hair. Gabriel sighed into the kiss as you pushed his hood back, fingers tugging at salt and pepper locks before he pulled away and held you close.

“I was worried I wouldn’t be enough to distract them...” He whispered as your neon hair pulsed. He reached to stroke through it and you smiled.

“Don’t worry about me darling.” You kissed his nose again before grumpily pulling off the platforms on your feet, “How about we get a bath and just...laze about?” You offered as the wraith pulled his coat free and snapped the metal plating from his boots.

“I would love nothing more.”

[incorrigiblyhuman]

@sagaiisms replied to your post:

Gimme those sweet stats.

okay so i copied parts of what i put in response to an earlier meme, but i added a BUNCH of extra explanations and stats so HERE WE GO:

LEONARD HORATIO McCOY, VARIANT HUMAN, TWILIGHT DOMAIN CLERIC.

variant human:

extra language:  elvish, a.k.a. vulcan, which is as close as i can get to acknowledging his unique knowledge of half-vulcan half-human physiology. i’ll count it as comprehension of mannerisms, too.

ability score improvement x2:  dexterity, intelligence - he’s excellent with his hands (DEX), and a brilliant medic who has on multiple occasions come up with cures on the fly, in imperfect conditions, for never-before-seen illnesses and plagues. (INT)

additional proficiency:  intimidation, because he’s king of the curmudgeons and if you think you’re leaving sickbay before he wants you to then fuck you, you’re wrong.

feat:  war caster, because he serves on a starship that is expected to run into combat, he has to be ready and able to perform while under attack. and is, always. also, being able to use the somatic components of a spell even if holding a weapon or shield is so useful when people in sickbay keep fucking ATTACKING YOU.

twilight domain cleric:

proficiencies:  insight, medicine - medicine is obvious, insight is because the enterprise doesn’t technically have an onboard psychologist, so he frequently fills that role, and has the degree for it. also because he’s learned to read the people he sees day in and day out like the medical textbooks he studied in college, he just Knows Things.

eyes of night:  gives you darkvision with no maximum range, and allows you to give that darkvision to other people around you. okay so it’s a bit of a stretch, but i like to apply this class feature to the surgical procedure mccoy invented involving grafting neural tissue to the cerebral cortex, SPECIFICALLY because they ended up using it in st: voyager, which is like passing off the ability to see in the dark because mccoy himself saw through the dark to create that procedure years before.

vigilant blessing:  gives one creature you touch advantage on the next initiative roll. how many times has kirk been about to move only to pause because of mccoy’s warning “jim!” and then proceed again, more cautiously? that vigilance keeps his friends safe.

channel divinity : twilight sanctuary:  can refresh allies by granting temporary hit points and ending one effect that causes one to be charmed/frightened. not only is mccoy a damn doctor, but he’s also pretty DAMN good at taking the piss out of someone, or making light of a heavy situation.

ability score improvement x2:  charisma, wisdom - man is scary, charming, and sympathetic in equal measures (CHA) and he’s been around the block a few times, he knows how to handle people and he knows what he’s doing, even if he doesn’t always act diplomatically. (WIS) i chose ability score over a feat because so far he’s a DEX and INT focused build but CHA is a super important part of his personality so we can’t lose out on that, and he needs WIS to be a cleric with a decent spell save DC.

steps of the brave:  at 6th level, you get advantage on saving throws against being frightened. mccoy’s instinctual reaction to fear is to throw it back in someone’s face, outwardly he gets pissy far before he gets scared. and it’s an effective reaction, just look at the khan scene. this feat also gives you a flying speed in darkness but i don’t know what the hell to do with that except to say that he can and will come out of nowhere if he senses you’re being a dumbass on this ship.

feat:  tavern brawler + increase in strength score - how many times have he and other away team members ended up in prison/captured/stranded/under attack? so many. tavern brawler gives him proficiency with improvised weapons ( see: the mattress in “bread & circuses” ), a stronger unarmed strike ( see: his takedown of the transporter operator in “city on the edge of forever” ), and a bonus action to grapple a target when attacking with an unarmed strike/improvised weapon. ( see: restraining eleen so that she wouldn’t alert the guards when the triumvirate were trying to break out of captivity in “friday’s child.” )

divine intervention:  at 10th level, can call a deity to intervene on your behalf when your need is great. “angels and ministers of grace defend us” from st: voyage home. need i say more?

prepared spells:   CANTRIPS - GUIDANCE  -  kirk goes to him for advice a LOT. - MENDING  -  the man can sew. let him patch some shit up. - TOLL THE DEAD  -  a single “he’s dead, jim” seals your fate. - SPARE THE DYING  -  perfect for a miracle worker. - WORD OF RADIANCE  -  he’s a master of offhanded insults, i’d give him cutting word if it was an option. 1ST, 2ND, 3RD, 4TH, and 5TH LEVELS - COMMAND  -  he’s CMO, if he’s talking you’re listening. - DARKNESS  -  he can project his depression like a dark cloud i guess? this one’s always prepared for twilight clerics, idk. - DETECT EVIL AND GOOD  -  he’s got good gut feelings, like in “dagger of the mind”. - FAERIE FIRE  -  useful for picking a problem out amongst the cluster of human internal organs, and especially amongst alien internal organs. - SLEEP  -  he can knock you out with a hypospray at any moment. - INVISIBILITY  -  where’s that post like MCCOY EXISTS YOU ASSHOLES. that. it’s a triumvirate goddammit. - SPIRITUAL WEAPON  -  hypospray. that’s it. - AURA OF VITALITY  -  tell me you don’t just light up seeing him bounce on his toes. he brings vigor to the room and joy to the heart. - BEACON OF HOPE  -  “my god bones. what have i done?”  “what you had to do. what you always do: turn death into a fighting chance to live.” - CREATE FOOD AND WATER  -  he can pull alcohol out of his ass. - FEIGN DEATH  -  amok time. that’s it. - LEOMUND’S TINY HUT  -  another one that’s always prepared for this class. he just makes any place feel like home, i guess. also ‘leomund’ looks like ‘leonard’. - REVIVIFY  -  i mean it’s a staple for any cleric, but also he’s a miracle worker who will bring you back to life no matter what. - AURA OF LIFE  -  it’s like what he gave everyone in “wolf in the fold” to keep them from succumbing to the killing terror of the jack the ripper spirit. - FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT  -  he’s a healer, so i imagine he’s pretty free to do whatever the hell he wants by the laws of most societies. especially if there’s a chance he can help someone. likewise, he can grant it to others by just saying ‘doctor’s orders’. - GREATER INVISIBILITY  -  MCCOY EXISTS YOU ASSHOLES!! but the movies version. - CIRCLE OF POWER  -  this is just a metaphor for vaccines. he can grant everyone advantage on saving throws. - CONTAGION  -  this is the “mirror mirror” nod, the acknowledgement of that potential for darkness should it need to shine through. you think he’s not capable of weaponizing his medicine when pressed? try him. try mirror leonard horatio mccoy. it’ll be the last thing you ever do. - DREAM  -  this is just a nod to the dreams of the raven novel tbh, he can affect ya dreams. - GEAS  -  if you’re nearby and he needs an extra set of hands, you’re an orderly now, period. likewise, if you’re fucking around in his space, all he needs to do is give you The Eyebrow and you will immediately stop. - LEGEND LORE  -  campfire stories baybee! he’s got ‘em! also a thousand and one stories about some great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great someone or other.

i only went up to level 10 stats for the time being because look at how damn long this got already agshdjk but IN SUMMARY!

twilight domain is TECHNICALLY unearthed arcana and untested, so it’s not “legit” yet, but the description of it fits mccoy to a T:

“the twilight domain governs the transition and blending of light into darkness. it is a time of rest and comfort, but also the threshold between safety and the unknown. clerics who serve these deities tend to be brave, delving into the dark to hold its dangers at bay and to bring comfort to those lost far from the light.” 

like what could possibly better suit a space-traveling, bullheaded doctor who joined starfleet after losing everything?

[what-nathan-did]

Naked Lunch, 1991 - ★★★★½

Been curious about this for ages, not least because of the amazing original Mugwump prop that dangles from the ceiling at Movie Madness. It feels like more than luck that I finally got around to it only after unintentionally arming myself with the right concoction of experience & background to really connect with it.

It’s an arresting synthesis of directorial view & literary work, and struck me as much more about identity on the balance than creative struggles, which I’ve seen mentioned most. The writerly strife is a huge element, but like the drug addiction, feels like an attendant piece to the core pillar of a person wrestling with essential parts of themselves they struggle to access fully without those tools — drugs, words — or are they tools? “Wrestling” isn’t quite the word either; the inner conflict has the weight and desperation of a knife-fight.

It’s apropos that this would follow right after Cronenberg’s appearance in Nightbreed. Some level of interplay between the two feels inescapable, what with the Otherworld, monsters, and queer themes (whether welcomed or repressed) central in both. It adds up to an uncanny overlap with my own interaction with the films too; I watched Nightbreed in the comedown immediately after having significant visual hallucinations from psilocybin, a first in my dabblings with mushrooms (or anything else). A far cry from the heroin, amphetamines etc. in Burroughs’ milieu, but all the same, the presence of a tangible Otherworld lurking only slightly behind a veil was intensely palpable. Could I only find the right point of view, the right twist of the head, I could see behind that infinitely recursive curve, or edge, or fold, into whatever lay beyond.

Then just a week after seeing Nightbreed, catching Decoder (sporting Burroughs in a cameo) prompted me to read up on his work & outlook to better understand the connections between him & the film. From that, I’d seen William Gibson listed among Burroughs influencees, but didn’t quite get the overlap with him & cyberpunk overall — until watching Naked Lunch. Which is funny, since from the “Interzone” mentioned in the plot summary, my imaginings of the movie’s plot and setting had run in a very different line. But I wasn’t so far off the mark metaphorically; the Interzone here is precisely the same one as the matrix (both little “m” of Gibson & upper “M” of Wachowski), as Midian, & more. (In addition to wanting to better appreciate Cronenberg’s synthesis, it’s prompted me to read the original Burroughs novel in parallel with a re-read of Gibson’s Neuromancer, and the links are indeed everywhere.)

As for “exterminating all rational thought,” man do I get it. That suspicion toward the rigid word, the lexical tendency (or lexigraphic), is something that’s flowed out into my own stream-of-consciousness notes in head trips past. Even this most recent jaunt, my brain bristled the whole time at whether the language of cinema kept cropping up in my druggy description-attempts as symptom of a tool, or of a trap. Primal thoughts being hemmed in by the artificial borders of cinematic language? Or cinematic language as a project emerging from deeper in the neural core, a more-perfect construction than the mere word to allow messages from a gray-matter prisoner an easier escape from the bone?

Under that whole cloud, declaring occult war on the “word virus” as Burroughs undertook to do is something I can definitely sympathize with. In a much lesser echo, it’s been about a year since I quit all social media save this one, after coming to feel like my head was filling up with exegetical malware from the bad takes of bad-faith strangers and hot takes of kindred irony-poisoned posters & brainwormed apathetes. It can be quieter than I like some days, but at least I can pinpoint which thoughts are my own a little better amid the lowered noise. I’ll gladly take whatever tickets to the Interzone turn up along the way.

[scoundrelstars]

League of Traitors

We fight the Long War, not through vain notions of duty and honour, but through a far purer purpose: hatred. --Ferrous Ironclaw, Warsmith of the Iron Warriors

[118.M42]

The tortured thrum of the void engines echoed throughout the Hangman’s Shadow like a heartbeat. Pict-screens shone sullen red, casting the cluttered Workshop in a bloody hue. The vaulted compartment echoed with the sounds of forging metal and agonizing screams blending together in a discordant symphony.

The Workshop was a nightmare combination of fabricator’s shop, surgical suite, and sorcerous library. Mortal men and women were strung up on steel trusses, skin and muscle flayed from their bodies to reveal bones upon which articulated mechanical arms carved blasphemous runes with lascutters. Maulerfiends, unholy amalgams of flesh, fire, and steel were chained to the decking in rows, their balefire hearts banked low. Occasionally, the screams that echoed through the Workshop would flare the daemon-engines to lash out at the mortal slaves who tended them, but they were in no short supply.

The ship lurched suddenly and Halaphus Stein, Warsmith of the Iron Warriors, grimaced as he mangled the exposed brain of the man he had on his table. He was a lord of the IV Legion, but centuries of mechanical adaptation and transplantation had elevated him to something that was so much more. He was clad in armor of gunmetal that shifted and moved with a mind of its own. Cabling and articulated tentacles coiled about him like living things, draping him in an unsettling mechanical cloak.

He’d been in the middle of hard-wiring the unfortunate’s synapses to a delicate, eight-pointed cogitator star that would have fed the brain with an unending stream of crushing dreams so vivid as to be real. Hours of work ruined.. Instead of a powerful testament to the Ruinous Powers’ revelations, he was left with a drooling vegetable. He remained calm; he had left emotion behind in another age. His prostheses, however, had their own reactions. His cloak of mechadentrites lashed out with a rage all their own and hurled the failed experiment across the Workshop, leaving trails of blood and spinal fluid where it streaked across the deck.

Mechanician slaves scattered out of his path as the metahuman warrior retrieved his cruel-looking war axe and stalked out of his lab.

The bridge of the Hangman’s Shadow was a thing of precision horror. Legion serfs, mutated beyond recognition, had become one with the machineries and consoles of the great ship. Distorted faces pressed against the fabric of the bridge’s walls to whisper dark secrets or maddening truths in languages long dead. Dataslate screens, holo-tanks, and auspex displays flickered with leering daemons who were drawn to the ship’s fell presence. Only the chosen of the Dark Gods--or those who had left their humanity behind--could command a glorious amalgam of machinery and warpcraft like the Shadow.

The ship rocked again as Stein came through the bridge doors. Something was hitting the void shields, the Warsmith could feel it.

“Report,” ordered Stein. His voice was a deep, digitized rumble.

Baltarius, Stein’s second, was hunched over the railing of the command pulpit, issuing orders to scurrying slaves, ship’s officers, and stoic Iron Warriors. He was clad in his battleplate, his helm mag-locked to his belt. Stein’s mechatendrils writhed with displeasure at the breach of protocol.

Baltarius saluted with one fist. “Warsmith. The sensorium has picked up a group of unknown ships in-system from the translation point. Initial scans reported they were scrap, but as soon as we began our acceleration burn, they opened fire with long-range ballistics.���

The Warsmith strode to the ship’s command throne and sat, his thrashing cable cloak snaking to interface with the Shadow’s systems. Sensory data flooded his mind and he began to take in the tactical situation. The ship was burning steadily towards Vraesis, the misbegotten star at the center of the system. Stein had expected more Imperial activity, even here in the far reaches of the heliosphere, but sensors picked up nothing. Only the strange foe-signs milling just off the ecliptic of Vraesis V. Auguries and scrying put a heavy Imperial presence in this sector, but so far, there was no sign.

The Iron Warrior continued. “The Tyrant of Enmity and the Bilious Prize, along with their tenders, have powered to full yield and are proceeding at full burn sunward in pursuit.”

“Enemy strength?”

“Unknown, lord. Auspex findings for all active threats read as system debris until they engaged. All active foes have changed course away from pursuing ships.”

Another missile on a ballistic course reached them and exploded in a blaze of nuclear fire. Hangman’s Shadow’s void shields flickered, but held. The plates of Stein’s armor trembled in annoyance as the squirming fleshmetal shifted. The enemy was so far away that the incoming missiles were unpowered by the time they got in close. This made them easy targets for point defense and maneuver, but even so. They were proving to be an exasperating navigational hazard.

He was a master of mechanology and yet he recognized nothing of the readings coming in from the sensorium. The enemy ships were of unknown design, built in ways that defied all logic. A more in-depth study was needed. Preferably when his fleet wasn’t taking fire.

But for now, he needed to reign in the fools racing in-system.

Stein stood, cabling unspooling  from his harness, letting him walk about the bridge while still being plugged into the bridge systems, and took his place on the hololith communion pad at the center of the bridge’s great gallery. He banged the butt of his warcog axe on the deck.

“I want Antaryon and Mortekai. Now.”

The fused vox-slave let out a gurgling acknowledgement and the hololith pad ignited with ghostlight. After a short moment he felt the data handshake through his neural uplink verify the connection to the Tyrant of Enmity and the Bilious Prize. At least those two were still coherent enough to answer their vox.

Ghostly figures appeared as if through mist. Motes of light coalesced in the hololith to form the hulking figures of two massive Astartes.

Antaryon, lord of the Sons of the Butcher, was a towering pillar of fury. The hololith light seemed to dance and burn around him. His battleplate smouldered like black iron out of the forge and he wore a cloak of ragged skin taken from his defeated enemies. He paced, dragging the tip of a savage daemon blade across the deck of his bridge, leaving furrows of tortured metal. Stein’s tendrils recoiled in disgust, but the Warsmith himself showed no reaction to the wanton destruction of his ancient voidship.

In contrast to the Khornate lord’s impatience, Mortekai of the Mouldering Claw, was a languid presence, wholly unperturbed by the sudden summons of the nominal master of the the entire raiding force. The hololith motes danced around his projection like flies. His green Terminator plate was distended and cracked, Bilious fluid leaked from the joints and rotten flesh spilled from rents in the once-proud armor. His enormous bulk was carried by a horde of gibbering daemons that shouted and gamboled around him. The lord of contagion picked at the rusted surface of a cruel axe that rested across his swollen gut.

“Stein,” Antaryon spat, “what could you possibly want now?”

The insubordination would have rankled ordinary men, but Stein let it pass him by.

“Return to formation,” he said, “Sensorium readings do not support this course of action. Caution is required. Enemy strength is unknown.”

“Caution is cowardice and I do not follow cowards,” growled Antaryon, “This foe is mine. I’ll offer their skulls to the throne and yours too if you get in my way.”

“So impatient!” chortled Mortekai. He spoke like he had fluid in the lungs and the nurglings that held him jeered and echoed his words, “I must say that I am eager as well. We don’t want to let the enemy die without the seven blessings.”

“There is an asteroid belt between the fourth and fifth planet. Enemy ships appear as dormant debris. Calculations point to an ambush there.”

“I do not need a lecture on how to wage war from a glorified servitor. Nor will I be taken by surprise by Imperium dogs. There’s nothing in this system that could pose a threat to the Tyrant.”

Stein contemplated letting both of his “subordinate” warbands rush to their death. Would the Despoiler praise his foresight or punish his wastefulness? Losing two complements of Astartes warriors could be a black mark against him.

His contemplations were cut short by his vox-slave’s pained announcement of an incoming message.

“It is from the fourth planet, my lord. Enemy transmission!”

“Main viewer,” said Stein, “We shall see the face of our enemy, my lords.”

On the bridge’s massive pict-plate, the image of an Ork of truly massive size fuzzed into view. It sat upon a throne of scrap, weapons, and crude effigies atop a plateau of alien green stone. Crackling emerald energy danced in crystaplas bottles that were tended by smaller orks in white coats and set into carved alcoves within the stone. The sky was clouded by the exhaust of a legion of orkish vehicles idling below the throne dais.

“Well, well, well,” grumbles the Ork, “wot ‘ave we ‘ere? Puny ‘umies makin’ their way inta Warrakka’s system? S’been a long while since we fought any ‘umies!”

The image resolved even further and Stein was able to make out the truly incomprehensible armor in which the Ork was clad. Stacks belched black smoke and crude hydraulics powered a savage pincer claw that looked like it could cut an Astartes in half with ease. Muscles bulged beneath leathery green skin and red eyes flashed with brutal cunning.

“You’m be in my sights now!” it bellowed, stomping on one of the grots that was scampering around the scrap throne, “You’m be eager for a fight! But don’t go tryin’ ta be sneaky! Only Orkses can be sneaky! SHOW ‘EM BOYS!”

Threat warnings lit up the sensorium as the Ork Warboss’s order burned like fire through the system. The entire asteroid belt seemed to light with red foe-sign as dorman ships came online at the huge Ork’s word. Antaryon’s ship was barreling straight into what looked like an asteroid fortress bristling with ship-killer weapons.

A savage smile split Antaryon’s face. “This is more like it! Weapons to power! Bring reactor up to maximum yield!”

Stein dismissed the holo-ghost of the Khornate lord and went back to studying the Ork’s ferocious countenance. All along his body, strange electrodes were burrowed into his flesh. Arcs of emerald power crackled from the strange electro-bottles that surrounded the dais. The white-coated orks that scuttled around the ramshackle machinery started gibbering excitedly. Their boss’s ire was up.

“We’ll kill ya just like da other ‘umies! We gots da Horderock! FIGHT DA WAAAGH AND DIE LIKE DA REST! I’M DA BIGGEST, BADDEST WARBOSS AND YOU BOYS ARE GONNA FIND OUT!”

All around Warakka, his minions were dramatically throwing switches on their machines with great showers of sparks. More green lightning streaked and cracked, rending deep furrows into the dais. Most was drawn to the electrodes in Warrakka’s flesh and he bellowed as the power coursed through him. Muscles bulged and grew as the energy danced into him. The chords in his neck strained as the Warboss hunched over in pain.

The machines sputtered and started to explode, causing the Orks to start jabbering excitedly. Warrakka howled as he grabbed his vox-caster and started laughing. It seemed to Stein that the Orks eyes were looking through the vox and right at him. His tendrils thrashed with excitement.

“You think you gots what it takes, ‘umies?” he growled and crushed the caster in one massive hand. The vox went dead.

Stein turned to Mortekai, who was watching bemused through the hololith. “Make sure Antaryon doesn’t get himself killed. It seems the Orks have our warpstone.”

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Lupine Publishers | The Discrepancy Between the Length of the Styloid Process and the Symptoms of Eagle’s Syndrome: A Case Report

Lupine Publishers | Journal of Otolaryngology

Abstract

Eagle’s syndrome was a rare condition, and it was not commonly suspected in clinical practice. The elongation of the styloid process (SP) was considered as the main cause of this syndrome. However, many patients who were incidentally found of an elongated SP were asymptomatic. This case report presented a rare case of the bilateral elongated SP with the unilateral symptom. A 59-year-old woman who had come to our attention with the complaint of pain in the right side of the neck, and intensified pain during neck rotation, swallowing and mouth opening. She also complained of pain in the angle of the mandible, the face and otalgia. The computed tomography scans and 3D reconstruction allow us to measure the angulation and length of the SP as well as evaluate the relationship between the SP and adjacent anatomical structures. Surgical excision was performed on the right side although the patient was diagnosed with bilateral elongated SP. The postoperative course passed regularly, and the postsurgical control showed no complaint.

Keywords: Eagle’s Syndrome; elongated styloid process; stylohyoid complex

Introduction

The styloid process (SP) is a projection of thin, cylindrical and along bone from the temporal bone, and its location is between the internal and external carotid artery. The mastoid process and the tonsillar fossa are at the posterior and inside it, respectively [1]. The styloid process is one part of the stylohyoid complex including stylohyoid ligament, lesser horn of hyoid bone [2]. Initially, elongated SP syndrome or Eagle’s syndrome was described by an otorhinolaryngologists, Dr. Watt Eagle [3]. The symptoms have diversely presented with ipsilateral cervicofacial pain, referred otalgia, sore throat, dysphasia, headache, and a foreign body sensation in the pharynx. The pain regularly limits in the angle of the mandible, and neck mobility will be reduced when the head rotates to the affected side [1,4]. A physical examination is induced by digital palpation of elongated SP through the tonsillar fossa, and once palpated, the symptoms may intensify. The diagnosis is often misleading because of the vagueness of symptoms as well as the infrequent clinical observation, and these patients seek a variety of treatments in several different clinics such as dentistry, neurosurgery, neurology, psychiatry. These treatments do not relieve the symptoms, and they make the whole clinical picture cloud [4,5]. The mean length of the styloid process ranged from 20 to 25 mm [6,7]. Generally, the SP is considered elongation when it is beyond 30 mm [6,8]. There are two types of this syndrome: the classic and the carotid artery type. The former type, also known as stylalgia, always following tonsillectomy, and usually related to the elongated SP. The latter type is characterized by nonspecific symptoms that are caused by compression of the sympathetic fibers and carotid arteries, and the most common etiology of the syndrome that is the mineralization of the stylohyoid ligament [7,9]. Eagle’s syndrome is caused by an elongated SP, on the contrary, the presence of an abnormal length of SP does not result in Eagle syndrome. Here, we present a case with unilateral Eagle syndrome and bilateral elongation of the SP

Case Report

A 59-year-old woman presented to the Department of Otorhinolaryngology, Khanh Hoa general hospital, Viet Nam with the complaint of pain in the right side of the neck, the angle of the mandible, the face and otalgia that had started approximately one month previously. She simultaneously complained of intensified pain during neck rotation to the right side, swallowing and mouth opening. The patient was uneventful for any surgical or trauma history. In the physical examination, the pain was felt when palpation was performed at the angle of mandible, sternomastoid muscles. Intraoral examination, the SP was not felt on palpation of the tonsillar fossa. No particular abnormalities were detected in the video-laryngoscopic examination and neck ultrasound. Finally, the symptoms did not improve following medical therapy. Thus, the patient underwent a CT scan with the 3D reconstruction of the head and neck (Figure 1). The CT examination revealed a bilateral elongation of the SPs. The SPs were measured 36 mm on the right side and 38 mm on the left side (Figure 2). Lidocaine (2%) was deeply infiltrated into the lateral tonsillar fossa on the right side. After infiltration, immediate relief of the pain partially supported the diagnosis of Eagle’s syndrome. Although the SP on the left side was longer than another on the right side, we decided to do a right styloidectomy because of no symptom revealing on the left side. The styloidectomy was made via the intraoral surgical approach (Figure 3). Antibiotic was administered preoperatively. The surgery was under general anesthesia and the postoperative period passed regularly. The patient was discharged on the second postoperative day. At regular postoperative examinations, complete remission of symptoms was accomplished.

Figure 1: Computed tomography scan with 3D reconstruction on the left (A) and right (B) side that showed an elongation of the SPs (orange arrows).

Figure 2: A 59-year-old woman reported neck pain on right side of the face during neck rotation to right side and while swallowing and opening her mouth. CT examination showed the bilateral elongation of the SPs (A), which was long elongated on the left than on the right side (B). The SPs measured 38 and 36 mm on the left and right side, respectively (B).

Figure 3: Intraoral approach to the styloid process. Tonsillectomy was performed first on the right side. The palpation of the tonsillar bed was performed, and the tip of the right SP was identified. The mucosa was dissected longitudinally at the point of the felt tip in the tonsillar fossa. To avoid vascular injury, the parapharyngeal space was carefully dissected by q-tips. Palpation was occasionally performed during surgery to identify the location of the SP. After the SP was exposure and excised, the tonsillar bed was carefully sutured with absorbable sutures.

Discussion

The stylohyoid complex (SC) was formed by the SP, stylohyoid ligament, lesser cornea of the hyoid and superior portion of the hyoid corpus. Embryologically, these have been derived from Reicher’s cartilage (the second branchial arch) [6,10]. Based on the successive development of the SC, it could be divided into four sections. The most proximal SC was known as the tympanohyaland which gave rise to the tympanic portion of the SP. The second portion, known as the stylohyal, forming the distal portion of the SP. The third portion (the ceratohyal) degenerated in utero, and it gave rise to the stylohyoid ligament. The most distal portion, known as the hypohyal, forming the lesser cornu of the hyoid bone [10]. The SP originated from the temporal bone behind the mastoid, and it ran anteromedially. Its anatomical variation was rarely changed in course, and it passed between the external and internal branches of the carotid artery. Cranial nerves including n. accessory, n. hypoglossus, n. vagus and n. glossopharingeus were placed medially to the SP. Three muscles (stylopharyngeus, stylohyoid and styloglossus) and two ligaments (stylohyoid and stylomandibular) were attached on the SP [2,5,10]. The length of the SP was individually variable, and the SP was considered as the elongation whenever it was longer than 30 mm. However, the existence of an elongated SP was not pathognomonic for Eagle’s syndrome, because many patients who were found of an elongated SP were asymptomatic [10]. Moreover, the elongation of the SP occurred in approximately 4% of the population [11], and only 4% of this group complained of symptoms [1,12]. Several pathophysiological mechanisms were used to explain the symptoms of Eagle’s symptoms:

a) The proliferation of granulation tissue after traumatic fracture of the SP induced the pressure on the surrounding structure [13,14].

b) Compression of adjacent nerves such as the glossopharyngeal nerve, the trigeminal nerve and the chorda tympani nerve [1]. c) Insertion tendonitis was known as a degenerative and inflammatory change which occurred in the tendinous portion of the connected area of the stylohyoid ligament [1,14]. d) The formation of granular tissue after tonsillectomy or the direct compression resulted in the irritation of the pharyngeal mucosa (involvement of the 5, 8, 9, and 10 cranial nerves) [1]. e) The impingement of the sympathetic nerve in the arterial sheath [15].

Treatment of Eagle’s syndrome was both conservative and surgical. The conservative treatment included nonsteroidal or steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, antidepressants, anticonvulsants and exercises for the neck [1,7]. The surgical method involved amputating or removing the elongated SP via the intraoral or extraoral approach. Both approaches have been known to have pros and cons in use. The intraoral technique was simpler and took less time as well as avoided the surgical scar; however, its disadvantages were injury of the blood vessels, infection of deep neck spaces and poor visualization of the surgical field. On the other hand, the extraoral technique through cervical incision allowed better visualization of the operative field. This technique, nevertheless, took a longer time, and it could cause injury of the facial nerve. Moreover, the patient postoperatively recovery was longer and resulted in a visible scar [16-18]. Routinely, we took the intraoral approach to our patients. Due to being familiar with the technique, we have not encountered any of the complications which were mentioned above. Also, the injury of vascular and neural tissues was minimal by this method.

Conclusion

The case verifies the possibility that unilateral symptoms can occur in the bilateral elongation of the styloid process. To avoid excessive resection, the side of the styloid process should be selected by the accurate history of the patient, the tonsillar palpation and radiologic confirmation.

Conflicts of interest

Authors have none to declare

Acknowledgment

This research was supported by Basic Science Research Program through the National Research Foundation of Korea (NRF) funded by the Ministry of Education (2018R1A6A1A03025523).

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Energy System: Robotics and Artificial Intelligence

National Science Foundation NRI 2.0 (National Robotics Initiative) Grant Application I submitted on February 2, 2017. In the interim I’m stoked for my prototype. PROJECT DESCRIPTION: I. Overview: My hypothesis is that designing and engineering a system from the inside out modeled on the functions of the Nervous System with sensors and algorithms that allow for internal orientation of the external world in congruence with the fluid movement we as humans experience in an ever shifting environment as we perceive objects in space; coupled with the focus on the robot fulfilling needs based on consuming, storing and generating energy, as well as being capable of basic human functions. Moreover, if built into the function of the system are responses associated with pleasure, pain, empathy, compassion and moral code, then we can begin to relate and have the robot relate on a co- level to perform tasks and weigh consequences of the larger societal framework and considerations. This work incorporates NSF’s research themes of collaboration, integration, physical embodiment, scalability, lowering barriers to entry, and societal impact. The objectives for the period of the proposed work and the expected significance is as follows: By directing attention to the fine-tuning of the robotic form based on existing self-regulating living systems, adapting that form as birds have lighter bones for example, to human-robot needs, I expect to aid in the development of optimizing the agility and effectiveness of not only the physical aspects and tasks required of robots, but of the internal existing and new algorithmic models in the field of robotics with regard to deep learning and artificial intelligence, such as advances in the field described by Michael Nielsen. (Nielsen 2015). My work is specifically focused on structuring a robotic system to operate like the human nervous system. The Nervous System is the central control system which detects, processes and acts through sensory input, integration and motor output. By designing central and peripheral controls, whereby having the brain decide and give orders through algorithms for communication through the spinal system to communicate actions and retrieve impulses and feedback. In this highly integrated system, sensory, motor, somatic voluntary, autonomous, sympathetic and parasympathetic functions; as well as cells including neural, glial, micro glial, ependimal, ogliodendrocytes, cell satellites, Schwann cells, dentrites and axons, same as the human body are all translated into robotics. Simple tasks such as picking up an egg, using low frequency controls, compared to intense frequency tasks such as crushing a can will be measured from results of generating a Propagation of Action Potential algorithm which is integrated to the power source, supply and replenishment system. II. Autonomous Living Systems Background and Overview: A physiological and anatomically optimized robot can be studied in depth through adapting algorithms to the investigation of the operations found in humans, animal and nature. Autopoietic systems are defined as those producing more of their own complexity than the one produced by their environment. (Gershenson (26 Sep 2014). The work to be undertaken is in depth analysis of data sensory perception algorithms in unison with true to form internal robotic structure and mechanisms designed for mass production and capable of 3D printing. Included in the algorithms to be developed and tested are a closer investigation of gaze stabilization as it relates to how the robot perceives its environment and the sensory-motor movement shifts in its environment which occur as a result of human requests, such as getting a cup and filling it with water. Finally, an exploration of the optimal materials, energy source, storage and regeneration will be undertaken with the resultant best findings incorporated. To be undertaken is an in depth exploration of autopoietic living systems physiology as autonomous machines. These self-regulating closed systems contain processes within which maintain the whole. On the neural networking front, an autopoietic machine continuously transforms and regenerates. It also realizes the network of processes and itself as a physical machine in space. (Maturana, Varela, 1980, p. 78). With regards to human-robot interaction, the self-contained space of an autopoietic system can only be internally described and not based on our projection of the system and our manipulation of that system from the projection of our space. (Maturana, Varela, 1980, p. 89). During this period of proposed work, I intend to dissect our needs for robots with the current scientific findings on autopoietic machines, their sensory-motor coupling, and internal nervous system models to produce algorithms which can be collaborated with existing Gaussian and deep learning backpropogation and stochastic gradient models. Concurrent with this internal algorithmic generation, I will simultaneously physically generate the components for assembly in 3D for simulation modeling and printing. Finally, and concurrent is the testing of the materiality, weight and minerality of the best system to autonomously run the closed system with cloud updates. Energetically tested for the system are solar sensors and a hydroelectric concept. Autopoiesis has been described as the ratio between the complexity of a system and the complexity of its environment. [N Fernandez; C Maldonado; C Gershenson, 2013, p.19] These systems are structurally embedded and recalled through sensory-motor coupling. Autpoietic living systems integrate sensory information and make useful motor actions. In addition, outputs from the motor system provide feedback to modify response from future stimuli to the sensory system.(Huston; Jayaraman; 2011, p. 21). The world is a flexible and dynamic space. Thus, sensory-motor integration must be flexible and adaptable to allow the ability to correct for errors and be useful in multiple scenarios. In depth analysis of the nervous system, which employs the use of internal models and efference copies yields a deeper understanding of the transformation of sensory coordinates to motor coordinates. With the efference copy, the nervous system distinguishes environmental shifts, compares expected with actual responses, and determines the rate at which a command is to be deployed prior to sensory input.(Wolpert; Ghahramani, 1995, p. 269). Internal models predict environmental changes as a result of the motor action. (Kawato M (December 1999, p.718). Internal models produce internal delineations how the part of the body will act in the world. Forward models are significant for coordinating sensory movement, distinguishing internal and externally caused movement, altering perception related to the motion, and correcting errors associated with expected and sensory feedback. (Shadmehr, Reza; Smith, Maurice A.; Krakauer, John W. (2010), p. 89-108). Gaze stabilization will be a new algorithm based on the concept brought about by the scientific research on flies. The ability of a fly to maintain a level gaze while in flight results from a motor command that triggers the flies neck muscle to maintain a level gaze while in rotation. The rotation known as optical flow is detected as an external shift in the environment. IV. Experimental Methods, Procedures and Objectives Methods to be employed in design and building the robot from the inside out is an adaptation of the Nervous System functions. The skin is photovoltaic sheathing connected to a propagation of action potential algorithm which, responding from stimuli or implementing decisions, increases the conduction of action potentials along Myelineated, electrically insulated, axon impulses leaping from each Node of Ranvier to the next. This process of leaping or current gaps also know as Saltatory Conduction will be accomplished using Implied Number Theory. At the end of an axon, the leap is made to another neuron. Built into the system is a regeneration of action potentials within each myeline sheath, which helps reduce the energy expended, while completing the task. This built in efficiency and concept for retractable energy along with implied number theory, is the basis for the energy producing automated system. The system is built in the same way our bodies have polarized ions and a sodium potassium pump to regulate and balance the electrochemical gradient through voltage gated channels, ligand gated channels, and mechanically gated channels. The activation of propagation of action potentials is the basis of all ion movement in our bodies responsible for everything humans think, do and feel and thus can be a key to our unlocking the optimal robot form and function. The significance of the findings will certainly enhance our understanding of autonomous machines and how best to make energy producing work horse efficiency and cost effective robots.   Simple tasks such as picking up an egg, using low frequency controls, compared to intense frequency tasks such as crushing a can will be measure from results of generating a Propagation of Action Potential algorithm which is integrated to the power source, supply and replenishment system An experiment to be run to know this project’s success, is the impulse sent to the brain, which sends an Efference copy of the robot holding a book. The screenshot of the robot holding a book is sent to the central control center. The decision is made with a large enough impulse to depolarize the ion opening the voltage gates channel through activating the propagation of action potential because the impulse has to pass the -55mv threshold. Environmental stimuli and their associated mili voltage is built into the system to provide instruction on which action potential with regard to the gated channels, depolarizing the cell to + 40mv allowing the current to flow and depolarization of the backend to begin. Additional Experimentation is triggering decisions for the robot to find locations of optimal sun to replenish electrical storage, and could be as simple as powering down to conserve energy during low use times, which involves the same propagation of action potential algorithm. The objectives for the period of the proposed work and the expected significance is as follows: Systematically classifying needs with best solutions, modeling, printing and physically assembling, creating algorithms to determine the optimal output and testing this hypothesis through simulation and physical experimentation to build upon existing deep learning architectural models, such as the multilayer neural networks, backpropogation, and simple stochastic gradients produced in the open source arena and by scholars, such as Peter Abbeel and Hinton are the methods employed. In addition, research into the optimal materiality such a tungsten and other conductors will be explored through research and development to aid in reducing barriers to entry through 3D printing and a study on the cost and availability of resources. The procedure will follow standard practice in the field of architecture. For a three year schedule: Research and Development Programming and Predesign 5 months Schematic Design 7 months Design Development 5 months Construction Documents 7 months Construction and Evaluation 1 year Budget is continuously updated and fine-tuned at each phase. IV. Broader Impacts and Intellectual Merit The mission of the National Science Foundation is “to promote the progress of science; to advance the national health, prosperity, and welfare; to secure the national defense; and for other purposes". The intellectual merit is due to a number of factors including close knitting the link to the way our bodies function to the field of robotics. Innovation is capable to proceed through association and resources of the University of California, Berkeley, whilst being an independent research lab. In addition to living in close proximity to, whereby having access through engagement with Stanford University, as well as independent open source initiatives and organizations dedicated to propelling the state of knowledge in this field provides the unique opportunity for diversification; whereby advancing knowledge and understanding in this field. The benefits to society upon investigation of adapting robots more closely to the way we humans are built and operate, provides the chance to make these developments more relatable and humanizes the approach. In the field of architecture, the mission is to “protect the public health, safety and welfare.” Current work in progress relates to architecture of the built environment, design, and coordination of systems. My final degree project, is a series of linked zero net energy producing villages in countries around the world. The initial case study is modeled in Cambodia. The goal is to program morally and ethically inclined tasks and to create gradients in areas where human potential for action has negative impacts on society. In which case, the robot will power down and become uninvolved. On some level, this could have broad reaching effects to humans to understand, almost as a beacon of non-action, areas which are unnecessary to become involved when the outcome is harmful.

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