a child getting cochlear implants
Well, deaf people at least have the argument that they do have their own languages and cultures.
Of course they lose that argument when they ignore the fact that they can still teach their children their language and culture even if said children can hear, though, so it isn't a very good argument, but it is an argument, I guess. 🤷♂️
Most of the stuff in Jules Verne's books, even Paris in the Twentieth Century.
(Well, the moon gun would need to be a very long railgun, not a gunpowder cannon, if you want crewed capsules, but still.)
I'm getting sick and tired of these live-action remakes.
Make an air transmitted virus, extremely contagious but with a long dormancy period, that causes a rabies-like incurable and 100% deadly neurological disease on individuals with a certain genetic marker, and is asymptomatic in everyone else.
I wish for a future in which genetic diseases do not exist. 👐
That's nice, but unambitious. Be bolder, think where we'll be able to take this after that.
Me, I'm thinking catgirls.
Nah, man, forget blue eyes. Think neon purple. With natural blue hair. Fucking anime shit.
And just imagine what furries will do to themselves once they get their paws on this tech...
I don't recall, but probably.
I think he got a day off once to go on a date, with the whole equivalent of the Justice League covering for him, if I'm not misremembering.
I have to reread Astro City one of these days. It was a nice series. A homage to classic superhero books.
Kurt Busiek's Astro City's Samaritan is a good take on that.
He's basically Superman (except from the future, not another planet), down to working for a newspaper.
I don't recall if he's got superhearing, but he's got a pocket supercomputer that tells him where he's needed in the optimum order to maximise how much he can help.
He counts every fraction of a second he spends flying from place to place, because that's the only part of the job he really enjoys, the only time he can relax. Forty-five seconds is a great day.
And when he finally gets home, exhausted, to sleep for a few hours before starting the next day, he dreams of flying.
True (though the AVE also stops at Atocha, as it did back in 2004).
They also tend to carry more passengers, which means the number of victims was significantly larger than if it had been an AVE.
And yet, your prediction of a nine-eleven-like security theater didn't come to pass. 🤷♂️
Those are dense packed commuter trains from more than 20 years ago
So, even fucking worse when it comes to number of victims.
If you search for “bomb train” you’ll get results
I don't need to search for it, it was all over the news for months.
And yet, we got over it.
Don't jinx it.
As I said in another reply, too late, by twenty-one years.
And yet, no TSA-like bullshit.
I'd never heard of it, but after reading about it it looks like basic depressive Hollywood drama slop with some anti-cochlear implants¹ and anti-metal music² propaganda and the usual “learn to be happy with the cards you're dealt” conformist bullshit³ mixed in, so no thanks, I think I'll pass, I'm already angry enough without having to suffer through this sort of shit.
1.– Sure, cochlear implants kind of suck when compared to working ears (though maybe not so much when compared to somewhat working ears with tinnitus), but someone born deaf won't be able to tell the difference, having nothing to compare, and at least they'll warn you when a car is honking for you to get out of its way (and, frankly, quite often at work I wish I could just unplug my ears and plug in some music, so they've got their good sides too).
But we weren't talking about cochlear implants; we were talking about CRISPR. We were talking about giving deaf people proper working ears. Nah, fuck that. If we can do that we can do better. Give everyone who wants it the ability to hear as well as, say, a dog. I, and lots of people, would pay good money for that.
2.– Seriously, what the fuck. Have we learnt nothing since the eighties satanic panic? American religiosity and so-called morals are a fucking cancer on global culture. Keep that fucking shit to yourselves, if you enjoy wallowing in each other's misery that much.
3.– Fuck. That. Fuck the cards I'm dealt. I'll make my own fucking cards. Play them how I want. And if I have to, I'll make my own fucking game (creative commons licence, of course, in case anyone else is into it).
Limits are meant to be broken, not embraced.